Is it wrong to not want to use your brain?

"The above only represents the attitude of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and it is also the biggest concession I can get for you."

Although it is true that there are some concessions compared to the initial conditions, many high-level executives still don't look very good after hearing this.

For this group of closed-minded old antiques, letting other power systems intervene in the affairs of the conjuration world is no different from killing them.

Yue Jianli Hongying pretended not to notice any difference in their expressions, and lightly added a more lethal sentence: "Don't count on Enlightenment, he is very happy to hear that the magic world is expected to evolve from primitive people to modern people."

The complexions of the senior management became even uglier.

Recalling that Gojo Satoru lost track of important information several times in a row, they were 100% sure that this time the strongest conjurer with a bad personality tricked them one after another, not to deliberately laugh at them as usual, but because the two of them Colluded in private.

He already knew what Hongying wanted to do in Yuejian.

(Gojo Satoru: I don’t know.)

Maybe it's true about the bondage.

(Gojo Satoru: False.)

Being threatened to such an extent, the higher-ups naturally understood that there was no room for maneuver in this matter. All escape routes were blocked, and even Gojo Satoru, the trump card, was poached away.

But they couldn't even accuse Gojo Satoru of colluding in private, because the Supernatural Secret Service Division is an official government agency.

If they insist on doing this, they will not only declare war on the official government, but also tear themselves apart from the Wujo family with Wujo Satoru at its core.

The more the high-level executives thought about it, the more angry they jumped into the hole dug by Hong Ying in Yuejian like a fool, and the hole he set up was very tricky, and he couldn't fall down even if he jumped down, as if he was playing a game. .

When they realized that something was wrong, they had no way to retreat. When they raised their heads, they saw a row of sharp nails pressed down. Standing still had only a dead end, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and jump down one floor.

How long are you going to jump down?

I'm afraid only the game designer knows the answer.

After discussing in low voices, the helpless executives had no choice but to agree with tears.

They comforted themselves that it was not that serious.

So what if the Supernatural Secret Service has the right to propose bills and implement policies?The final decision is not in their hands, which means that the proposal can not be passed. If it is not passed, how can they implement the policy?

Thinking about it this way, I feel a little better, better than nothing.

Looking at the high-level executives who chose to compromise, Yue Jianli let out a chuckle of unknown meaning.

This is called boiling frogs in warm water.

Cutting the flesh one by one, by the time they couldn't stand it, it would have been divided up long ago.

"I'm very happy, we can reach an agreement on this point." Yuejian Li Hongying's tone couldn't hear the slightest joy, it only gave people a sense of what should be done, like reading the behind-the-scenes of the script in front of the movie Personnel, "Let's talk about the conditions for me to help you get concessions."

As if it really happened.

Striving for concessions is of course a sham.

Thinking of Akutagawa Ryunosuke thinking he can't lie, he couldn't help but want to touch that stupid kid's head and say "silly kid" lovingly.

He is very good at lying without changing his face, but he rarely does so. He prefers to play some ambiguous word games to guide or mislead others to think in the direction he wants.

On this point, he and Gojo Satoru are surprisingly consistent.

"You are a lion." Someone in the high-level accuses angrily, "This is the biggest concession we can make, and you still want to add conditions?"

"Although I represent the standpoint of the Ability Secret Service Division, you should look at the two separately. What you just put forward is the condition of the Ability Secret Service Section. Please don't confuse it with my condition."

Yuejianli Hongying unzipped the satchel unhurriedly, and asked domineeringly, "What reason do I have to help you lobby the Supernatural Secret Service to make concessions for no reason?"

He reminded the higher-ups of the existence of the Eye of Reincarnation with a simple action, and they all focused their attention on his satchel.

The faint sound of the zipper being unzipped resounded in the room, but no one made a sound for a while.

However, what they took out of the bag was not the eye of reincarnation they had been missing for a long time, but a paper document.

"This is the loss I caused as a result of you putting a reward on me." Yuejianli Hongying got up, walked to the senior executive closest to him, and handed over the ten-page document at least, "I simply I sorted it out, and it involves loss of houses, furniture, time, spirit, etc., please take a look."

Seniors: "..."

Can you do this?

The high-level executive who was unfortunately selected was frightened into a cold sweat, and the shadow from top to bottom enveloped him, as if he was locked in an inescapable darkness.

He looked up at the dark blue-haired boy standing in front of him.

Those gray eyes stared at him quietly, like a gaze from the abyss. As long as he refused this invitation letter that symbolized life, the god of death would mercilessly swing a sickle representing death on his head.

Under pressure, he tremblingly stretched out his hand to take the list.

He opened the first page with the consciousness of opening Pandora's Box, and then he felt a heart attack every time he read a line. The series of astronomical numbers made him almost unable to count.

He even wondered if Hong Ying lived in the White House in the United States, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why it was so expensive.

Why are there 24K pure gold and diamond-encrusted trash cans worth hundreds of millions?Is this thing really for trash?

Luxury also has to have a degree!

Yuejian Li Hongying turned a blind eye to the livid face of the senior management, put his hands in his pockets, and said lazily: "If there is no problem, please transfer the money to my account within three days."

——No problem, ghost! ?

The executive wanted to give Tsukimi Ri Hongying a hammer. He directly turned to the last page of the list to see the calculated total price. Good guy, no more, no less, exactly 100 billion yen, which is consistent with the current bounty .

If it is not intentional, he absolutely does not believe it.

This is clearly extortion!

He took a deep breath and handed the list to the person next to him.

Another executive showed the same expression as soon as he opened it. He turned to the last page inexplicably, stared at the final total price in silence for a long time, and then passed the list to the person next to him without saying a word.

This process was repeated several times, and other high-level executives who did not see the list were confused.

But they couldn't be bothered to look over eagerly, each pretending to be calm and unmoved.

In Yuejian, Hongying got a little annoyed waiting, so when will I see them one by one?

"I say……"

He lowered his voice, kept his hands in his pockets, raised one leg slightly, and stepped on it with little effort.

"Bam—"

Even if it was such a light touch, the strength of the "red shoes" made the whole room shake, and a few exaggerated cracks spread around the center of his force point.

If you look down from the top, it looks like a spider web with claws and claws, all the high-level people are glued to it, waiting to be caught by predators.

The culprit who caused all this looked at them calmly, and his eyes swept over their faces one by one: "May I ask you to take care?"

The seemingly humble and polite question gave people a chilling feeling the moment he spoke, as if it was foretelling that he had entered the countdown to an outbreak.

Confined to the words and deeds of Hongying in Yuejian here, his personality is too capricious, sometimes calm and peaceful, sometimes irritable and crazy, and the rapid change is like a split personality.

And his sudden attack is very strange, not necessarily belittling him, making it difficult to guess which sentence hit his minefield.

The scariest thing was the moment he shot.

Not only the overwhelming strength he displayed, but also the look in his eyes when he switched to the other side...

No, it's not accurate to say switch.

It was more like some kind of essence hidden in the deepest part broke through the solid ice layer and completely eroded the illusion of cleanliness, leaving only a swamp-like heavy and sticky madness, which was pulled and swallowed against his will. Obedience can be exchanged for a glimmer of life to breathe out of the quagmire.

— Crazy, absolutely crazy...

The senior management couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Even in the conjurer group where lunatics frequently appear, they rarely encounter such people.

They have almost confirmed that the massacre of Sue Yong's family is inseparably related to Yue Jianli Hongying, and they have every reason to believe that he did such a ridiculous thing as blood washing the magic world.

What should they do if things do get to this point?Can the Supernatural Secret Service Division control him?Will Wujo Satoru stop it?

The answer will only be known on that day, but the top executives, who are mostly conservative, dare not take the risk.

If you want to think so, exchanging 100 billion for so-called concessions is an easy condition to accept.

At least, problems that can be solved with money are not called problems.

"We will compensate for the losses listed in this list as soon as possible." The high-level executives of the magic world had no choice but to bite the bullet and gave up even denying the issuance of the reward.

In an instant, the turbulent undercurrent was once again frozen in the depths, Yue Jianli Hongying restrained her terrifying emotions, her gray eyes as clear as streams were bent into two crescents, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing a soft smile.

He said softly, "That's really great."

The high-level executives did not relax in the slightest because of his sudden change of attitude, and stared vigilantly at this fiendish god who was uncertain, in case he made trouble again.

But this time he didn't do anything, he just walked back to the original place and took out the special container containing the Eye of Reincarnation from his bag.

Inside the container, a blood-red eyeball was soaked in formalin, with a strange number "six" engraved on it. Just by looking at the eyeball, I felt a strange chill in my heart. It was a dangerous evil. things.

Yuejianli Hongying grabbed the container in distaste, and threw it away nonchalantly, as if treating garbage: "Here, what you want."

The high-level executives were so frightened by such a bold move that their hearts rose to their throats, and several people rushed forward to catch it in a hurry.

In Yuejianli, Hongying zipped up the satchel: "The theft of the eye of reincarnation has nothing to do with my mother. It was done by a curse master thousands of years ago. Wu should have told you, right? If you haven't told me, ask him."

The high-level replies: "We already know about that."

"That's good. I have to keep it this time, don't lose sight of it, or..." Tsukimi Ri Hongying bent her index finger and middle finger, put them on her eye sockets, and said a creepy thing with a smile Threat, "Be careful to be poached by me."

……

The negotiation ended very smoothly, unilaterally.

As soon as Hong Ying walked out a few steps in Yuejianli, he was skillfully hooked around the neck by a big cat. The fluffy white head rested on his shoulder as usual, and the hair rubbed against him again and again. Itchy and uncomfortable.

Gojo Satoru asked with a smile: "How is it? How angry are you?"

Yuejian Li Hongying thought about it, and replied: "All? But not completely dead."

"What is this?" Wujo Wu spit, "A state of being both dead and alive? Schrödinger's rotten orange?"

Tsukimi Ri Hongying dragged the boneless Gojo Satoru forward while narrating what happened during the negotiation.

Gojo Satoru couldn't stop laughing when he said that the table was burned, and he slapped the opponent's back frantically: "Hahaha! Are you too restrained? You should burn all the beards of those old guys! "

In Yuejianli, Hong Ying was almost torn apart, her fleshy body couldn't stand the beating that was comparable to a bear's paw: "It hurts to death, uncle...cough cough...don't take pictures, just go and take pictures when your hands are itchy Play cuju."

Wutiao Wupi rubbed his head with a non-smiling smile: "I think your head looks like Cuju."

"Is the sixth eye also short-sighted? Are you wearing bandages to correct your eyesight?"

Yuejian Li Hongying pushed away the evil hand expressionlessly, and then continued to talk about the topic just now, and said the two conditions proposed by her two factions.

Compared with the way the Special Agents Division intervened, Gojo Satoru first paid attention to the exaggerated amount: "100 billion? Are you a robber?"

Yue Jianli Hongying said seriously: "There is no way to do this, right? My appearance fee is very expensive."

"No wonder you said they were dead but not completely dead." Gojo Wujo gasped in amazement, "It is also a skill to get so much money from those old people who are searching and searching. However, I thought you would say goodbye I didn’t expect the request to be for money.”

He asked suspiciously: "Aren't you short of money? Just to anger them? Or are you planning ahead in case you are assassinated in the future, but you can't come up with a bounty of 100 billion?"

"Who has the ability to kill me? Myself?" Yue Jianli Hongying rolled her eyes indecently, "I just need money, can't I?"

Gojo Satoru was shocked: "Brother Hongying, you didn't really buy a 24K pure gold diamond-encrusted trash can, did you? You're going to build a gold house?"

"What a ghost." Yuejian Li Hongying said with a dark face, "I want to buy a sports car as a gift for a friend."

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, thinking he had figured out the truth: "Which little girl do you have a crush on?"

"Have you been single for 25 years and your mind is full of love?"

Yue Jianli Hongying dare not imagine that picture.

Even Zhong Yuanzhong is less than 1.6 meters tall, and he is far away from the little girl.

If it is suddenly revealed that there is actually only one man in Port Mafia, then he will definitely not hesitate to think that man is Chuya Nakahara, who has an aura of two meters.

Yue Jianli Hongying explained with a blank face: "It's an apology to my friend. Due to some complicated reasons, his car was blown up. It just so happened that his birthday is approaching, so I decided to give him one."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows: "Have you chosen?"

"Well, the auction house in the United States will be a bit rumored, and a Ferrari 250GTO will be auctioned publicly later, and I plan to participate in the auction at that time."

"Oh, the walking 5000 million U.S. dollars?" Gojo Satoru nodded, and then asked inexplicably, "But it's only 60 billion yen in Japanese yen. You can't afford this money, right?"

Yuejian Li Hongying: "..."

It's nice to have a wealthy family, and the magician really makes money.

He could get it, but his deposit was only tens of billions. After the plan was on track, he didn't have time to play the puzzle game of catching wanted criminals, and Liu Daoku would withdraw the reward in a few days.

What's more, the curse masters are not all fools. After seeing so many colleagues crying behind bars for ten years, naturally they will not rush to eat in prison.

As a jobless vagrant with no source of income, it would be the best if he could use the large sum of money he earned from the director's department to squander.

It's not that you can't buy relatively cheap sports cars, but he had a good relationship with Chuya Chuya when he was in the port of Mafia. He has always admired each other, and even thought that his own abilities might be more suitable for Chuya Zhongyuan.

Therefore, the gift for a friend must of course be the best.

"I've never seen you give me such an expensive birthday present." Gojo Satoru muttered, and he wrung his fingers in dissatisfaction, listing them one by one, "Last year I gave you an ugly dancing sunflower, and the year before last I gave you one. Gingerbread man jumpsuit, the year before the eve... oh, there was no year before the eve, and I didn't meet you by chance at that time."

If Xia Youjie hadn't defected, he would definitely drag his close friend to complain about how stingy their younger brother Hongying is.

In the end, after working for a long time, it turned out that he was only stingy with him?

Yuejian Li Hongying said without changing his expression: "The courtesy is light and the affection is heavy. It would be nice to remember your birthday."

Gojo Satoru tried his best to keep smiling: "Thank you, I have never seen someone with double standards like you."

Yuejian Li Hongying admitted frankly: "Yeah, it's good to know."

Wutiaowu: "..."

He found out that as long as he stayed with Tsukimi Ri Hongying for more than three sentences, he would be uncontrollably out of DK mode.

In a sense, it can be regarded as a means of eternal youth.

"What are you going to do next?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"Remove the 100 billion bounty first, I'm a little tired from being harassed, and I've started to have a headache recently."

Yuejianli Hongying rubbed her temples while talking, and she was also affected by this to a certain extent because of her bad temper in the director's department, "Then inform the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and after they officially intervene, they can borrow They've got a new policy in their hands."

"But all you fought for was the right to make proposals?"

"That's enough. From the beginning, I only intend to ask for the right to propose." Yue Jianli Hong Ying said unhurriedly, "I need to hear the voice of opposition, so it will be easier to clean up, isn't it?"

He put down his hand on his forehead, put it in front of his neck, smiled and made a movement of wiping his neck: "Start with harmful garbage."

Gojo Satoru suddenly said: "So that's the case, yesterday you asked me to ask for high-level information just for garbage sorting?"

He quickly connected to the brain circuit of Hongying in Yuejian, and even proposed the same word-garbage classification.

Although both of them dislike the high tacit understanding between each other, there is no way, perhaps because they are relatively similar in some aspects, which leads to the situation that the two of them have a tacit understanding from time to time, and their brain circuits are surprisingly consistent.

It is probably because of this reason that they have bickered with each other since they met each other.

"That's right." Yuejian Li Hongying nodded and admitted, "Hazardous garbage should be disposed of by strong means, and it can also have the effect of killing chickens and monkeys."

Gojo Satoru did not raise any objections.

He didn't care what kind of fate those old things would meet, it would be better to say that he wished they would come down quickly, sitting in that seat for a long time, so rotten that even the seat was stained with the smell of rotten oranges.

He turned his head to look at Yuejian Li Hongying, who spoke calmly. The other party always looked sluggish, and he didn't see a trace of the enthusiasm that reformers should have. It was more like a basin of ice water that extinguished enthusiasm.

"What policy do you plan to implement?" Gojo Satoru casually put his hand on the dark blue head, and asked half-jokingly, "Introduce a Bill of Rights?"

Tsukimi Rihongying glanced at Gojo Satoru strangely. He was so shocked that he didn't pat the hand on top of his head for a while: "Did you really read the history textbook?"

Well, how should I put it...

At that time, it was just casual talk, and the intention was just the most common bickering, and even the answer to move out of the high school history textbook was just to tease him.

If you tell him the truth, will they fight?

"That's right." Wujo Gojo, who had no idea he had been tricked, said triumphantly, "I've read both politics and history, and I've benefited a lot."

Yuejian Li Hongying has a complicated expression: "..."

Forget it, let's not mention it.

Being eager to learn is a commendable advantage, and it is always a good thing to broaden your knowledge.

Yuejianli Hongying explained: "The example you gave is not suitable for the current situation. There is no need to list so many rules and regulations. The supernatural power side interferes too much in the magic world. Not only the director department is easy to blow up, ordinary magicians There’s also a backlash.”

Aside from not wanting the Special Agents Section to take a huge advantage in vain, that's why he didn't intend to let the Special Agents Section directly manage the conjurers from the very beginning.

Although he doesn't feel that there is a big difference between supernatural power users and conjurers, and they are all special power users different from ordinary people in the final analysis, but past experience tells him that this kind of thinking does not apply to everyone.

The fact that the negative emotions of a person with supernatural powers can produce a curse spirit is different from a magician.

The difference between a non-magician and a conjurer is doomed at birth, and belongs to the rules that no matter how strong he is, he cannot change it.

Yuejian Li Hongying half-closed her eyes and said calmly: "Don't you like boiling frogs in warm water? Here's your chance."

Gojo Satoru immediately understood what he meant: "Only one, right?"

"You're not stupid, it really is the feudal system that hurts people." Yue Jianli Hongying reluctantly praised, and in terms of the relationship between the two, it can be regarded as a rare good thing, "Since you want to make drastic reforms, Then the first policy proposed should not be too mild, and the contradictions must be picked out, and it is best to provoke the contradictions between the director department, the three imperial families and ordinary magicians at the same time."

Gojo Satoru asked, "For example?"

Yuejian Li Hongying looked at him sideways, and frowned slightly: "Why do I feel like I'm your teacher who came here for nothing?"

Gojo Satoru simply hugged his arm, intentionally disgusting him: "Teacher Hongying——"

Yuejian Li Hongying: "..."

It was so dangerous, I almost threw up.

Seeing that his expression was not very good, Gojo Satoru understood that this trick was useful, and shook his arm coquettishly: "Say it, say it—"

"Uh..." Yuejian Li Hongying took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, lest she couldn't help punching Wujo Wujo: "Improve the task assignment system."

"Is the task assigned?" Gojo Wusi thought, "Conjurers can beat spell spirits of the same level, and missions are issued according to this standard. If there is any problem, it is the lack of manpower of conjurers and the observation error of the "window" . "

"It's not about that."

Tsukimi Ri Hongying pulled out her arms that were being held, and her gray eyes were fixed on Gojo Satoru's eyes—well, I couldn't see them, I could only stare at his bandages.

"What I mean is that the internal dispatch of the Yusanjia is prohibited, and all conjurers are treated equally."