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This one is still holding on, and I'm so anxious, did I eat something that shouldn't be eaten on the way? "

I touched the dove's shriveled head, and said deeply, "It's normal, how could this lovely creature understand the taste of God?"

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☆, August [-] Patriotic Day

The night of panic passed, and on August [-], the battle situation was stalemate.

The effect of Meng Poting's "nuclear order" was really awesome, almost paralyzing the communication of the entire Tianjing.But Wang Chuanhe was not a group of mediocre people. Under the leadership of the "beautiful people" Chi Rong called, he staged a slap in the face, which exposed the paralyzed main source, and then went out to encircle Wei to rescue Zhao, barely recovering part of the communication.

And after the communication recovered a little bit, there was some news about that "brilliant man". The exact name is not clear, but he has always been a taciturn person in the top management of Wangchuanhe, and he is called Lord Dai.

Meng Poting and Wang Chuanhe had lost countless losses in the fight, and they probably knew that the other party was not easy to chew on. They were much more cautious in the confrontation again, and at least they would use some tactics.They didn't do much stupid things other than keep yelling "We are united and we are marching against the enemy's fire! Go ahead!"

And NO.20 is approaching, which is the return date set by the goddess earlier. Under the shadow of whether the Wu Guan Wang will return, Wang Chuanhe also ran out of enthusiasm and began to calm down and think about retreating.

I feel that this incident is almost over, I am very relieved, and I am thinking of booking a plane ticket to the capital to visit the goddess.As a result, after lunch, Fan Jinglan put a pile of information in front of me with a sullen face, and said succinctly: "It's fighting again."

me?"

Fuck, are you done yet?Is it because another pair of wild mandarin ducks were found this time? !The big shit is not over yet! !

After putting down his job and reading the information, he realized that this time it really wasn't about wild mandarin ducks.

Logically speaking, if the two sides are fighting each other, they should just follow the instructions. At most, they can shout a few marching songs of the volunteers to enhance their momentum.

But some of the fights were very weird. When both sides were full of anger, there was always a small group of people shouting out of righteous indignation: "Everyone dig the ancestral grave of King Lunzhuan with me!" which aroused Wang Chuanhe's anger Afterwards, another group of people danced and shouted: "Don't be afraid! It is confirmed that the king of officials is dead!"

These few voices are finished, and the two sides that should have withdrawn their troops once again broke out in a fight!

The original sentence that Meng Poting reported was: "The war has deteriorated. Both sides are like a group of beasts with dead parents and wives. Even the high-pressure water gun can't extinguish their manic hormones!"

This riot was even more extended. In the end, it not only disturbed the people, but even directly damaged shops and apartments. The casualties spread to passers-by. Vehicles were jammed, and horns rang throughout the city. Seeing this, everyone got out of the car and joined the scuffle, which eventually developed into a nationwide riot.

When the police arrived, everyone was fighting, and it was hard to separate the person in the outermost circle. Just as he was about to ask about the situation, the strong man helped his half crooked glasses and yelled at the police: "The Chinese nation At the most dangerous moment, everyone is forced to let out a final roar! Rise up! Rise up! Rise up!!"

The policeman wiped the spitting stars that had been sprayed on his face, and continued to write on the record: "The large-scale movie "Patriotic Movement 2" is being filmed on the street. Please ask the superiors to evacuate the people in time to prevent people from accidentally entering the filming set and causing the shooting to happen. The longer time will affect the daily life of citizens..."

The firefighters also ran around carrying the cordon construction signboards. When they saw a scene of fighting, they immediately pulled up the cordon, then stood up a construction signboard, and then called in bulldozers to destroy the scene, leaving a few firefighters pretending to hang around, and then went to the police station. The troops went to the next location to repeat the same trick.

It is said that a summer vacation tour group came to Qinhuai today by chance. The tour guide was also very puzzled when he saw the streets and alleys were under construction. He called the TV station to ask, "Is there an unknown object flowing into the sewer pipe in Nanjing? Is it a UFO or a mermaid?"

The TV station replied calmly: "Gutter oil."

Of course, the above acts of protecting Bai Dao are not only Meng Poting's high-level negotiations, but also Wang Chuanhe's mobilization of a large number of contacts. All forces have reached a consensus on this point-no one will get good results if the sky is really pierced.

However, the head of the White Road covers the sky with one hand, which does not mean that the common people are also obliged to help cover it up.When the location of a rush hit a cram school, the parents were angry when they saw their children crying for their fathers and mothers, and sought justice for all the children who joined the melee.But the parents really underestimated the elite soldiers of the two giants of the underworld, they can't even get back their medical expenses.

But not being able to get it back did not dampen the enthusiasm of the parents in the war of resistance. During the national anthem, the parents found another way and sang a unique tune: "The big knife cuts off the devils' heads!"

Meng Poting's elite team always played the kind that exploded in silence, regardless of whether they just rushed forward.But before this, there was Wang Chuanhe singing "Get up! People who don't want to be slaves!", there was an unknown group of people on the left who shouted "The King of Rotation, Digging the Grave, and the King of Officials is dead", and there were parents on the right, "Kill him and kill him!" Destroy! Go! Slash the devils with a big knife..."

Meng Poting felt that if she remained silent, she would perish.

After summing up, the group of lunatics also sang loudly: "The wind is roaring, the horses are roaring, the Yellow River is roaring! The Yellow River is roaring!!"

Baidao officials immediately issued a statement on this theme: "Our city recently promulgated a law to designate August [-]th as the National Anti-Japanese and Patriotic Day in our city. Due to the poor planning of the first festival, the masses were excited and high-spirited. We can't help it, we are really relieved and anxious. At present, we have detained the designer who planned this patriotic day parade. We also hope that people who see this news can quickly find the nearest strong building to take shelter! Women and children please Lock your house! Don’t go out at will! Thank you for your cooperation! Finally, let’s say in unison: We are good sons and daughters of the Party! Long live the Communist Party! Long live Patriotic Day!”

I sat in front of the TV and watched the live broadcast, and added heavily: "Long live the idiot!"

This riot lasted from morning to night. At night, a fire broke out in the commercial street. The exact source of the fire was unknown, but in the end, 26 shops were burned down in a row, including a gold jewelry store, when the fire trucks could not squeeze in. Point and two antique shops, causing economic losses of about 1000 million.

The huge screen in the commercial street also fell down, rumbling and collapsing like a natural disaster, smashing a corner of the building, and the people below who had no time to escape were pinned down, and the firefighters were still trying their best to rescue them.

There are burning fires, blood flowing, screaming people everywhere, even the street lamps are hot, the moon is dimmed, and the night is turned into day by noise and light.

On weekdays, the underworld in the dark showed its ferocious fangs. The residents took up kitchen knives and chopping boards to defend themselves. The ambulances were overcrowded. The police and fire brigade tried their best to maintain the illusion.

"enough."

Fan Jinglan's face was extremely tired. When the new information came, she didn't turn it over again. She just pressed her head with her hands and repeated, "It's really enough."

I took a glance at the information, and felt tired: "The people who sow discord were sent by Wen."

Fan Jinglan smiled feebly: "It's either Yan Luodian or Wenren's family, I already knew."

"August [-] Patriotic Day, there was too much noise."

"What's really scary is that I don't yet know where it's going to end up."

I am silent.

Indeed, it's just a very tiring thing, the situation has been completely out of control, and now neither the three black families nor the big three can check each other to prevent the seriousness of the situation.In other words, no one can stop this storm that is still raging now, and no one knows what it will develop into.

Just like a day ago, no one would have thought that the dead people would have exceeded the budget long ago.

But you can’t admit defeat, neither side can admit defeat, the first to withdraw will pay a more serious price than failure, all they can do is try their best to bear it until the moment when their own forces or the opponent’s forces can no longer bear it.

I put down the information, put on my coat and walked out of the study. The night wind outside was full of restlessness, and I could faintly smell blood.

Goddess... Did all of this come from your handwriting?

The strife between Meng Poting and Wang Chuanhe can only continue to reduce its own power, plus the already rested Yan family, even if my scattered Chai family can be in the same trench, it can't compare with Yan Luodian and Wen Ren's family who have preserved their strength !

What the hell is the goddess doing?Too many people have already died, so even if they want to get rid of aliens, there is no need to make such a big fuss, right?

After thinking about it for a long time, my brain hurts, and I can only come to one conclusion - God's thinking is indeed beyond the comprehension of mortals.

Fan Jinglan came out behind me, wearing a coat, her thin face gradually lost the strong and firm look, and looked haggard instead.After a long silence, she let out a breath: "The only one who can stop all of this now is Mr. Wuguan Wang."

I smiled: "It's a pity he's not here."

Fan Jinglan said indifferently: "He is the one who controls the fate. As long as he wants to, even in the capital city separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, he can easily resolve it."

"It sounds so mysterious."

"Just one word." Fan Jinglan looked at me with clear eyes, "August [-]th is his original scheduled return date, as long as he lets go and returns as usual, all quarrels will disappear."

Although I was also tired of this seemingly endless war, when I thought that the goddess had brought so much food, and it was estimated that I would have to stay in the capital for a long time, I let out a sigh of relief: "Impossible, you still want to pass the imperial decree Is it?"

Unexpectedly, this unintentional sentence made Fan Jinglan enlightened in an instant. She was startled suddenly, and she walked a few steps closer and said, "I remember, do you have the official Wang Ling on you?"

I was startled: "Fuck, are you dying?"

Fan Jinglan was uncharacteristically: "This war must be stopped! I don't know what the Wuguan Wang is planning. I only know that if this continues, the entire underworld will be implicated." Seeing my firm opinion, she whispered again, "If you can get the Wuguan Wang Ling, I know that Wuguan Wang is your referrer. Don't worry, even if he comes back, he won't kill you."

I sneered: "The King of Rotation is still the first white guest brought by him, let's wait for the goddess to come back first, and see if the bear will die."

Fan Jinglan said coldly, "It's just a matter of one sentence!"

I turned around and left: "Master Fan, if you dare to force me, I will let your son swallow Wang Ling! Oh yes, you know, Wang Ling is so poisonous, even if your son's stomach acid is so strong that the holy sandalwood outside will be corroded." , the heavy metal core inside, even if you pour eight bowls of laxatives, you won’t be able to pull it out!”

I walked a long way, leaving only the night wind behind me, and no sound from anyone.

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☆, Cult Anle

Fan Jinglan is a person who acts as cold as wind and as hard as iron, thinking ahead and making judgments decisively. From the fact that a family member of Chai Wuye who has no real power ascended the throne all the way to the head of the Chai family, it can be seen that this person is thoughtful and thoughtful, and the only support Her former head of firewood passed away, but she still maintained her own status. It must be said that she was labeled as "dangerous".

However, a dangerous person actually wants to challenge the most dangerous person in history. This deal is a shame.

I didn't sleep well all night because of the king of Wuguan. I held it in my hand for fear of stealing it, and held it in my mouth for fear of swallowing it.However, what surprised me was that Fan Jinglan did nothing, neither violently snatching her, nor acting emotionally and rationally.

Of course, I later learned that whether it is to rob or intercede, it is the next strategy.With Fan Jinglan's methods, of course she didn't see me as an obstacle.

So when I woke up, I found that the rumors of "Wu Guan Wang is coming back" filled the streets and alleys.

I was angry and terrified, and after hearing that King Wangchuanhe had submitted a letter of peace to the top level of Meng Poting's core, this feeling burned to the extreme.I rushed into Fan Jinglan's study, but found no one. After asking around, I found out that Fan Jinglan was with her son at this time.

When I arrived at Chai Zhumeng's room, my father was actually there, teasing his son with a sparrow toy.I stood at the door, suddenly not daring to act rashly—there is our mutual weakness in the room at this moment, if I choose to attack Chai Zhumeng, my father will definitely protect me, and Fan Jinglan can quickly restrain Nougat to threaten me .

I looked at Cowhide Candy, and gave her a look that was recuperating and not moving.

At this moment, Fan Jinglan looked at me indifferently: "Is Yi Ji the head of the family to ask the teacher?"

I regained my composure, pulled up a chair and sat down facing each other: "Master Fan, people think that the news of the eunuch Wang's return is true even if they don't see Wang Ling, how did you do it?"

"This kind of news doesn't need the official Wang Ling. Of course, in order to convince them, I arranged a good show of the messenger's return. It happened in the middle of the night, and Yi Jidang's parents never saw it."

"Do you still want the official Wang Ling?"

"Of course, fake things can fool you for a while, but real things can fool you until the official king returns."

I said angrily: "But when the goddess really comes back, how do you explain it? How do I explain it? Also, what will happen if the people in Wangchuanhe find out that the goddess can't come back today? Will there be a new war? Will the scale be bigger? ?Fan Jinglan—Have you thought about it? These problems cannot be ignored by just a fake Wang Ling!"

Fan Jinglan's expression was as calm as a mountain: "I can answer your second worry, they won't resume the war!"

"Tell me why."

"The reason for the first war was nothing more than that Meng Poting was weak, and because the official Wang was short-lived, the friction was all man-made. But after this fight, everyone has their own injuries. It is said that everyone is weak. Let alone now They all believe that Mr. Wuguan Wang will come back, even if he doesn't come back, everyone will definitely not be able to continue fighting after they wake up - Yan Luodian and Wenren are still eyeing each other, all high-level people are human spirits, and they will do this kind of harm to their own interests Is it about people?"

I sneered: "You mean, you can't fight, but you can fight coldly, right?"

"That's for sure. Wang Chuanhe should secretly attack and cause trouble if the Wuguan Wang doesn't return and is angry at being deceived." Fan Jinglan spread her palms, "But what does that have to do with the Chai family? The matter of the big giant has nothing to do with me or you."

I restrained my irritability from kicking the past: "Okay, sixty points for the second question, Mr. Fan has passed. Then please answer the first question, how many lives do you have to die if you spread rumors and pretend like this?" ?”

"If Lord Wuguan Wang gets angry, I will die alone, and you have not participated in it, and are still trying to persuade me here." Fan Jinglan said flatly.

I almost laughed out of anger: "Admonition? I can't wait to stab the official Wang Ling down your son's throat!"

Hearing this, the old man raised his head and persuaded in a complicated manner: "Xiaoshu, you must have a little brotherly love. Your brother is young now. If he grows up, he will be so sad to hear such words!"

I interrupted: "Women talk less and men don't interrupt! Take your son to play with birds!"

The old man was stunned, and at the next moment, Fan Jinglan stood up and stepped forward, raised her hand and slapped me on the face, with a cold and indifferent expression: "Yi Shu, send someone under the fence, can you learn the word polite?"

I raised my hand to wipe my face, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, there was also a woman who was supposed to be my mother, who slapped me twice like that, and said indifferently: "Yi Shu, who the hell do you think you are? If you live under the fence, don't care about my old lady thing!"

Like a bucket of water being poured on my face, I lost all the strength to speak, looked at them silently for a long time, then suddenly turned and left.

My father, Xiaoshu, Xiaoshu's voice came from behind, seeing that he kept shouting at me, he immediately said kindly: "Jing Lan, you are really, Xiaoshu, she is still a child, you beat her so hard, and even slapped her in the face..."

It was sunny outside in August, and the leaves were curled by the wind. Standing in this empty and quaint old Chai family house, I didn’t know where to go for the first time.

"Sister, sister."

Suddenly there was a burst of messy footsteps, and Cowhide Tang came out on crutches. It is estimated that he had little time to get out of bed, and the crutches were very unaccustomed. He either poked his feet or accidentally crossed them. In the end, he could only lean on the door frame and look at me.

"You go back." I looked at her for a long time, then said suddenly.

"Where's my sister?"

"I do not know."

"Is sister going out?" She was persistent.

"do not know."

"If my sister leaves, can you carry me?"

"Don't you have a cane?"

"Too slow, my sister will throw me down."

I was silent for a long time, and said to her: "Go back, I won't go."

Cowhide Tang became more lively, changed the subject wisely, and generally asked for credit: "Sister, I have finished reading that "Selected Collection of 500-1000 Words High Score Exam Compositions for Junior High School"!"

I nodded: "OK, I'll buy you a new one."

……

Half an hour later, I found the underground Internet cafe where Huang Dachu was, paid half a year's fee, and then went to the hidden private room to find Huang Dachu who seemed to come from a stinking ditch.

I took out the anti-smog mask from my pocket, covered my face, and said in a muffled voice, "It seems that using an electronic program to talk is simply the wisest decision I have made."

Huang Dachu was biting a chocolate bar, and looked at me in astonishment: "Hey, won't you wear a mask along the way? The fingerprints on your face are only a little lighter than the color of a roast suckling pig. And you rushed in like this, I'll show you the surveillance screen, there are a lot of gossip outside."

I casually put the coat on my hand and asked, "What's going on outside?"

"It said that you were angry with your husband at home, and you went outside to find your lover to solve your problems."

I:"……"

The world is going down!I mean a tongue-twisting bastard, does my father seem to have that much taste? !

Handing Huang Dachu a bag of potato chips, I looked down at the assembled computer fortresses: "I want to forget Chuanhe's handed down book to Meng Poting, the more the better."

Huang Dachu tapped the keyboard with one hand while tearing apart the potato chips with his claws, and said quickly: "It is said that this matter was also achieved by Mr. Dai, but in fact, there are still many high-level executives of Wangchuanhe who are not happy and want to fight to the end. In the end, that Lord Dai persuaded King Luanzhuan to stop the war as a gesture of friendship and not to offend King Wuguan. In fact, there are other ways to bring down Meng Poting."

I rubbed my brows: "Master Dai's information?"

"No."

"What do you mean?" I frowned. "At least there is an identity information, family place, age, gender, nothing?"

"No, that Master Dai is a ruthless character." Huang Datouch bit the potato chips with a bang, "and his status is absolutely extraordinary."

I looked at a large amount of information on the computer. First of all, it was the content of the drafting of the letter of peace. It seemed that I was eager to make peace, and even the words of eternal friendship for a hundred years came out.I looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "You look up the information of He Jiyi, the executive vice president of G.BMZ Group, it's best to call out his attendance sheet!"

If the king of reincarnation is really bachelor He, with his friendship with the goddess and the cowardice of a dog with only guts, it is not impossible to follow the order, but if it is really ordered, Bai Dao's class will definitely follow.

Huang Dachu quickly cracked the firewall of the G.BMZ Group. As long as it is not a very confidential document, there is no particularly perverted anti-killing about the employee's attendance sheet.After a while, Huang Dachu handed the form to me, and my heart sank after just one glance - Mr. He has been absent from work for a long time!

After I read it slowly, I was a little annoyed: "Call out the work that He Jiyi did during his last shift."

Huang Dachu immediately flicked his fingertips, and after a while, this document was also called out—I read it line by line, and immediately sat down regardless of the dirty sofa—that bear who eats inside out, he actually Secretly moved the group's public funds!It will cause blockage of logistics channels and expand financial loopholes!

How dare he come for the truth!

I was silent for a few minutes and had to accept the fact that the collapse of Meng Poting and Wang Chuanhe was not fake at all.

But now, there is no news coming from the capital, and I don't know if the news can reach the capital smoothly. I even think, is it possible that the goddess has no idea what happened here?

At this moment, I feel very confused, just thinking about one thing: "How will Wang Chuanhe deal with Meng Poting next, do you have any information?"

Huang Datouched out the previous form, flipped through the pages, and finally said: "There are some."

"If it's not long, read it out and I'll listen."

"Not long, four words, An Le Cult."

The author has something to say: shit, shit, shit, a big wave of exams is coming! !

School, you don't have to send me the exam form until it's urgent, okay? !

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If there is a broken update, ↑, it means that I was gnawed out of my brain by the week-long exam, the machine crashes and needs to be restarted, and the boot time is at the bottom.

☆, innocent

If it wasn't for the opposing positions, I would really like to praise Mr. Dai from Wang Chuanhe.

Courageous and insightful, capable of bending and stretching, grasping the timing to the exact moment, conspiring endlessly, he can be regarded as a generation of ghosts.

Meng Poting and An Lejiao did have some collusion, which can be seen from the attitude of the goddess towards Madonna Ma, at least it is a long-term cooperative relationship.

And in this battle, the White Dao will definitely not reveal the underworld. Not to mention that the high-level leaders have to reach a consensus, even the evidence of the black transactions that Wang Chuanhe has is also a big threat.

Then what reason can fool the above?Nothing more than two kinds - natural disasters, man-made disasters!

If it is possible, even if it costs a lot of money, it will be necessary to create the illusion of an earthquake. By the way, it can also shirk responsibility and regain a strong and unyielding positive leadership image in front of the TV.

But after all, it's not really a natural disaster, and it can't stop the people talking, so there is only the most convenient and direct method, man-made disaster!

What is a man-made disaster?What level can be called a large-scale man-made disaster?

A cult caring little padded jacket!The leader is calling you to come out and take the blame!

Master Dai actually thought of blaming the cult for the riot, and then dragged out the relationship between the cult and Meng Poting. What a cruel move!If you accidentally get involved in the "corpse carving case" that shocked the whole country not long ago, it can only be said that Meng Poting will be moved collectively to the prison. No one can protect them if something like this happens.

The top priority is to cut off the cult information that Wang Chuanhe delivered to Bai Dao!

But when I gave this order to Huang Dachu, Huang Dachu was stunned for a long time, and then said to me with a painful face: "I said, Miss Hua, how can you be more ruthless than Huang Jun? Look, this is me." Can it be done by one person? If you want me to die, tell me, I guarantee that I can die from computer radiation, and I will never go out to die on the street.”

I irritatedly said: "This task must be completed!"

Huang Dachu's attitude is also very firm: "I will not do it!"

I began to add conditions: "Give you a weekly extra meal of abalone wing belly?"

Huang Datouch: "I won't do it."

Let me add: "Will you go to the massage parlor every week to find beautiful girls?"

Huang Datouch: "I won't do it."

I issued a trump card: "Ah, what, the goddess said that he still owes me a meal, when will he pay it back? I have to think about it...bye, bye."

Huang Dachu immediately cast Erkang's hand: "Oh, wait, wait!"

After some bargaining, I also understood that Huang Dachu's worries were unreasonable. Wang Chuanhe is known as the "Gate of Ghosts on Earth", and it has grown to this day. It is indeed a huge monster, and almost all forces can do nothing to it.There is a lot of information, a wide range of contacts, and the handling of confidential documents is simply at its peak. Huang Dachu's level is at best a mediocre student.

If he was asked to leapfrog to challenge a group of high school masters, it would be strange if Huang Dashu didn't give in.

I held my head up: "There is no way?"

Huang Dachu was puzzled: "I want to do it too, but you can also see that my strength is there. I really can't do this. Once contacted, I promise that no matter how many servers I jump, The masters of Wangchuanhe can find it here in a few seconds. Do you think that all the information you asked me to get before will be leaked? Let me tell you, even if you delete it, it will be useless. I heard that there is a master in Wangchuanhe The most proficient in reverse search, even if you delete it a hundred times, he can restore it for you every time you delete it!"

I was silent for a long time: "You mean, I can't interfere in this matter?"

Huang Da nodded: "I'm sure."

After a while, I stood up and pulled the door and went out: "Then don't do it, the goddess will not abuse child labor, and I don't have to worry about things I can't do."

Saying goodbye to Huang Dachu, I went to the Book City to buy a copy of "Academic Literature Collection of Research Papers Compiled by Higher Education Institutions", and asked the postman to deliver it to the old house of Chai's family for the brown sugar, and then I made an appointment with Chi Rong.

After the armistice, the streets were a bit depressed, and Chi Rong's light gray suit set off the rustling atmosphere even more.She hugged her bag on the seat next to the glass in the teahouse, with a tired look on her face: "Yishu, you made this call in a timely manner. My mother said that she has something important to do, so she escaped from that damned place."

I looked at her face: "This scuffle didn't affect Shishi, did it? Why do you look like you were stepped on by an alpaca crossing the border?"

Chi Rong shook his head: "It's not a scuffle, it's a family matter."

"family?"

"Master Zhuang is not here, nothing can stop Chi's family, and now internal disputes are starting again, oh my mother, everyone is competing with pigs to see who is smarter, seeing them all getting old and frail, I am too embarrassed to do it .”

I encouraged her: "They are old and weak, you are also a woman and child, you don't need to have psychological pressure."

Chi Rong said: "I don't have any psychological pressure, but their strong sons are waiting outside the meeting. I am embarrassed that everyone enters with the Arabic numeral 1. As a result, everyone except me turns into the Chinese character [-]." .”

I:"……"

It's enough for Master Chi to teach you a lesson, why do you bother to beat people to death? !

After drinking some tea with Chi Rong, I talked about Wang Chuanhe's plan to frame the Anle Cult. Chi Rong ate his snacks slowly, and hummed, "It's so satisfying!"

I don't understand: "Chi Rong, is your name Chi Rong?"

Chi Rong was even more puzzled: "Yi Shu, so you forgive people so easily? After finally eradicating that Holy Mother, you still want to stop it? Hey, who are you, and what are your intentions!"

I patted the table: "Why do I care about the cult? The point is, isn't Meng Poting and it a good relationship, so you don't worry about getting involved?"

Chi Rong frowned: "What's the matter? No! How could it matter? The cult spreads fallacies and heresies, confuses the masses to deceive others, and collects money by any means. It is an illegal organization that endangers society! Master Zhuang and I are both serious businessmen, Donate to the foundation, drive the development of the national GDP, and take the initiative to pay taxes to the country!"

I:"……"

Serious businessman, your sister!

Chi Rong said again: "Are you worried that the Holy Mother will chase Master Zhuang fiercely? You can rest assured about this, oh I remember, at the master exchange meeting, Master Zhuang sneered at Master Zhuang and his apprentice, what is his name I forgot Yes, but I know his surname is Ma."

Me: "... Ma Guohe and Ma Shengmu are in the same group?"

Chi Rong looked upright: "Of course not!"

Me: "...then this is to endanger the innocent?"

Chi Rong said solemnly: "Yi Shu, how can this be called innocent? His surname is Ma, and he belonged to the same family 500 years ago!" Looking at me for a while, he smiled again, his smile was unusually cold, "There are too many innocents in this world, even Master Zhuang has been so innocent before, so what's the point of having one more innocent?"

I suddenly remembered the young man who was in full bloom at the master exchange meeting. He danced a piece of "Song Ling He Shou" extremely beautifully. When he turned around, he ignored the master's face and faced the goddess with respectful and expectant eyes.There was a slight ups and downs in my heart, and I said after a while: "The goddess knows about this? Are you going to change it?"

Chi Rong asked back: "What does Zhuang Ye know?"

"Oh, the goddess doesn't know anything when she goes to the capital, I'm asking you, don't you want to change?"

Chi Rong looked indifferent: "Why do you want to change? Why did you let the Virgin Mary go? Opportunities are caught by people. If you catch them, if you don't deal with them to death, pigs will feel it is a pity."

I just sighed: "I just feel that Ma Guohe is so innocent, but you can really do it."

Chi Rong suddenly sneered: "What do you do with innocence? Eleven years ago, Mr. Zhuang was much more innocent than the one named Ma? How come I haven't seen anyone show mercy!"

11 years ago, it was almost like a curse, but once touched, there is no way to find the key.

Sure enough, when I asked Chi Rong again, she shut up immediately and took the initiative to talk about the very good weather today.

This time I couldn't ask for more, and my temper came up, so I must ask clearly.Chi Rong was finally annoyed by me, and then lowered her voice and said, "Actually, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just because of some reasons..." She motioned me to put my ear closer, and then said frankly: "Actually, I don't want to tell you about this matter. 11 years ago, I was a psycho."

I:"……"

Chi Da is the head of the family, even now, you are still the same! "

However, after this time, I couldn't ask anything from Chi Rong's mouth. Chi Rong killed her 11 years ago. She was a deep well ice, with an expression of "I don't even remember the anniversary of my father's death." To deal with me, in the end I can only give up.

In the evening, I went to Chi Rong's house to spend the night, and according to Chi Rong, Chi's house is very noisy recently, and I have to avoid the places she goes to most, otherwise I won't be able to sleep at night.So we took the trail and came to an old residential area. There were almost no cars parked in this place, and a few painted bicycles were lined up under the gazebo. The residential buildings were uneven like half-peeled eggs, and the terrain was low. The local ivy is lush and green, and it is rich in green in summer.

Chi Rong rummaged through the bag for a long time, found a bunch of keys, compared them, and tried several times before opening the right door.

The color of this small room is very thin, with light checked tablecloths and dark gray sofas, it looks very civilian, not as good as a certain villa in Chi Rong with a 100-inch ultra-high-definition ADSDS TV display.

However, it seems that Chi Rong has a habit of collecting houses. Every real estate under the name of G.BMZ Group has her name on it. There is a tacit understanding that no matter how popular it is after the market opens, a house must be reserved for the old master Chi.

I am very entangled in this situation: "Is it necessary? How much tax do I have to pay!"

Chi Rong pulled out a form from the computer and showed it to me: "I only have one house under my name, this one belongs to my uncle, this one belongs to my grandma, this one belongs to my great-grandfather, this one belongs to me. Grandma's, and this set is..."

I struggled again: "Aren't you afraid it's unsafe if you do this?"

Chi Rong asked strangely, "Why is it not safe?" She started counting from the beginning again, "My uncle's lung cancer was hospitalized for treatment, my grandma was hospitalized for observation due to cerebral thrombosis, my great-grandfather was paraplegic with dementia, my grandmother's tuberculosis needed to be isolated, There is someone who doesn't know if it's AIDS or leukemia..."

I:"……"

It's inconvenient to comment on other people's housework, so I turned around and went to the kitchen. There are still some fresh ingredients in this small refrigerator, which is rare.I flipped through it, and when I was about to order a bowl of pork shredded noodles, I saw a handwritten cookbook on the refrigerator. I opened it out of curiosity and looked at it. It was all written with a pen. The script is very elegant. It is definitely not something that Chi Rong’s deep well ice can write. .

At this time, Chi Rong walked over, seeing the recipe, his expression changed: "Hey, hey, don't make things according to the above! That's Master Zhuang's recipe!"

I wondered: "Why is the recipe of the goddess here?"

Chi Rong spread his hands: "This is the last place he stayed before he left, cooking eight-treasure porridge."

I flipped through it again: "He compiled it himself?"

Chi Rong said: "Yeah, his taste is very strange, so I can only try it again and again, and then write down the acceptable taste."

I was very curious: "Have you ever asked him how the eight-treasure porridge tastes?"

Chi Rong said, "I asked, and he said it was porridge."

I:"……"

This taste is really wonderful,