Goldfinger turned me over to the state

Not only must the big show continue to be sung, but it must also be sung as loudly as possible. The current tentative goal is to shock the world, and the ultimate goal is to unify the world of tomb robbers.

Of course, if this kind of thinking were replaced by other people, Ji Ting would definitely kindly advise him to stay cool and not just dream.

But it was not other people who set this goal, but the father of the motherland, so Ji Ting nodded frequently looking at the information, thinking that the father of the motherland is too modest, and there is no need to use his name for this kind of thing. Isn’t it a matter of course to rectify the industry atmosphere? ?

"However, considering that special events are our real goal, the purpose of this plan is to find out the rules of response to special events and prepare for the next special event.

In other words, although other solutions can play the same role, we still hope to maximize your role and find out the correct usage of 'author' in 'special events'..."

Speaking of this, Team Leader Liu rubbed his chin, thoughtfully: "After all, the type of this novel is a modern city, which is our home field. It is easy to deal with. If such a good example is not grasped, it will be merged with reality later. If your novel becomes an interstellar theme, then it will be troublesome."

Ji Ting was stunned when he heard this, but his reaction was extremely sharp: "The next novel that merges with reality has been decided? Interstellar theme?"

Team Leader Liu nodded, and heaved a long sigh.

Ji Ting looked innocent: "Interstellar themes are also very popular..." And how easy is it to step on the line when writing about cities?The interstellar theme is different. As long as you use your imagination, there are too many things you can write.

Of course, for a writer who has not been signed by any website so far, it has little to do with whether he steps on the line or not on the subject matter. Anyway, it is all about generating love.

But a writer who can't hold back and hit the street also has a burning desire to make money. After several novels hit the street, Ji Ting learned from the pain and began to chase hot spots, so interstellar themes came into his vision.

At the beginning, when people tapped the keyboard casually, followed the trend of online literature, and wrote whatever topics were popular, who would have thought that they would face such a severe situation today?

Ji Ting reflected for two seconds, and felt that strictly speaking he was also a victim, so he raised his head confidently and continued to ask, "Why didn't I receive the relevant analysis data and countermeasures?"

Team Leader Liu: "Isn't this still waiting for the specific results of this experiment? After confirming the experimental results and understanding your role in the abnormal event, you can plan the response plan for the next abnormal event."

Ji Tingpin showed some taste: "That is to say, if this plan works well, will we continue to 'act' from now on?"

Team Leader Liu thought about it, and felt that Ji Ting's summary was not wrong, so he patted Ji Ting's shoulder earnestly: "So your role is very important, and we all revolve around you. Watch "Actor's Self-Cultivation" several times..."

In Ji Ting's life plan for the first half of his life, he never considered "actor" as his future career choice, but he never expected that the fate of his life would be so bizarre...

He was dumbfounded, and subconsciously asked what he had been wondering all along: "Can this really work? I mean, maybe there is a better way than this."

Team Leader Liu did not give a definite answer, but said objectively: "No one knows the answer to this question, so we have to try one by one. If the performance of this special event meets expectations, that is the best answer. "

Ji Ting didn't ask clearly about the situation of "Special Event-03 Subsequent Arrangement and Finishing Work", but went back full of questions.

Regardless of Ji Ting's feelings, as She Lang's condition improved and consciousness recovered, the latest arrangements were implemented one by one, paving the way for the next big drama.

Ji Ting holds the "script" in one hand and the book "Actor's Self-Cultivation" in the other, always feeling that his path has gone astray.

The hacker drove the wheelchair out of the momentum of a BMW, and kept circling in the ward: "Don't be nervous, didn't you act well before? Just keep going."

Ji Ting looked at him expressionlessly: "Can it be the same? Last time I didn't know anything in front of She Lang, I was just talking nonsense. Now I'm going for Megatron Jianghu... I don't know about this business. Not proficient either."

Baozi babbled wildly from the side: "Keep this expression, it fits your image of a mysterious and unpredictable big man."

Can Can came up with an idea: "I think the plan is written very clearly. If you are indecisive, you will sneer. If you have nothing to say, you will look at the other person and don't speak. If you can't hold on, you will throw the cup. The corridor is full of our people. You Throwing the cup, five hundred swordsmen rushed into the room. Anyone who saw this scene would be shocked."

Liu Xuanjin pushed open the door of the ward: "Ji Ting, are you ready? The captain is almost there, it's time for you to play."

Ji Ting put down the book in his hand, brushed off the non-existent dust on the silk robe, and was about to take a step, when he suddenly remembered something, and said to Liu Xuanjin, "This dress is really all right? Why don't you change it?"

The scope kicked him in the back: "Don't dawdle, hurry up."

Ji Ting steadied his figure dangerously, and walked out with Liu Xuanjin, feeling from the bottom of his heart that there are probably no mysterious big shots in this world who would almost fall to the ground.

Seeing that Ji Ting was indeed a little nervous, Liu Xuanjin said a few more words: "The clothes are part of the character design. Although there is a high probability that ghosts do not exist in this world view, there is one thing we haven't figured out yet-50 years ago you once What happened to that tomb? You are called an old man. Does it have anything to do with longevity? In the setting of this world framework, how long have you lived?"

Ji Ting pricked up his ears.

"So, this set of clothes is used as a base, and when you see it, can you get some relevant information from the 'characters in the book'."

Liu Xuanjin walked to She Lang's ward, patted Ji Ting on the shoulder, encouraged him, then took out his sunglasses and put them on his face, and immediately switched seamlessly to a member in a black suit.

He put on his white gloves with a serious face and pushed open the door of the ward.

The two people who were talking in the ward looked at them at the same time. Li Yishu, who was standing upright, moved the chair to the bedside with a serious face. Liu Xuanjin walked into the room and put down the tea set on the small coffee table beside him. Started to make tea one by one.

The white gloves swiveled in the tea set nimbly, accompanied by the soft sound of water flowing, instantly filling the ward.

Ji Ting stabilized his expression, calmly as if this scene was normal, walked into the ward, and sat on the chair.

Li Yishu stood behind him, Liu Xuanjin made his own tea slowly, only She Lang on the hospital bed was completely dumbfounded.

As expected of his old man!

She Lang subconsciously wanted to sit up straight, but because of the large wounds on his body, he had to give up this plan with a grin, and continued to lie on the hospital bed, looking at Ji Ting excitedly.

Ji Ting caressed his finger on the jade wrench and said calmly, "How is your situation?"

She Lang: "It's much better. Thank you for your help, otherwise I must have lost it, especially those brothers who went to the grave with me..." She Lang stuck the shell, remembering that he didn't know the name of the black suit , vaguely said: "It's really extraordinary, to be able to come out of the tomb alive with such a big burden like me."

The headset was analyzing She Lang's mood swings in real time, and they all agreed that She Lang had already been limped, and Ji Ting's next performance could be put to rest—so as not to scare him.

Ji Ting took Liu Xuanjin's tea, took a sip, and before she could speak, she heard She Lang say excitedly: "Although I was groggy the whole time, I woke up a few times in the middle, as if I saw your old man in a daze. Are you going to the grave too?"

Ji Ting paused, and stabilized his frame: "I went to deal with some trivial matters."

She Lang didn't have any doubts about his words, and remembered the purpose of their trip to the grave: "By the way, how is Zhang Chen? Is he okay?"

Seeing the show meat coming, Ji Ting, who was worrying about how to enter the main line without a trace, immediately put down his teacup and said with a serious expression: "His condition is very bad."

As soon as Ji Ting's expression became serious, She Lang tensed up his nerves: "Then I'll go and see him later, what's wrong with him? Was he put on by something dirty? Do you want to go to Wanjia? They might have a way... ..."

In the headset, I reviewed the relevant information: "Wanjia, one of the four great masters, is good at Fengshui, and finding dragons and points is their specialty..."

Ji Ting put down the teacup, and the rim of the cup bumped against the small tea table, making a crisp sound, the movement was not loud, but it seemed like a sudden explosion in the room, making She Lang's heart skip a beat.

She Lang finally realized that Ji Ting seemed to be in a bad mood.

Ji Ting said coldly: "It seems that there are still some rules in this way."

She Lang didn't understand where these words came from, there have always been many rules on the road.

"You just came out of the tomb, so you don't know what's going on outside." Ji Ting lowered his head and took a sip of tea: "Call your father and ask him how the She family is thinking."

Unknown, She Lang took the phone handed to him by the black suit, pressed the familiar number, and felt that the battle looked familiar, and asked in a low voice, "Am I being detained?"

The room was very quiet, Ji Ting didn't speak, and the black suit was like a decoration, silently standing aside.

She Lang, who didn't get an answer, continued to ask cheekily in the icy atmosphere: "What the hell are you going to do, old man? If I offended you by my improper behavior before, just say it..."

Before he could finish speaking, the phone rang.

"Daddy, I, your son, it's fine, I can't die for the time being..." She Lang observed Ji Ting's expression, and said to She Shan, "I'm at Mr. Ji's place. There was an accident in the tomb before. Fortunately, his old man help……"

There was a furious voice from Sheshan on the phone: "I think you are being sold and counting the money for others, can you use your brain? Who told you to go to him? You dare to involve Mr. Ji in this kind of thing." ? You might as well be in the tomb.”

She Lang looked at the phone innocently, confirmed that it was his own father on the other end, and said with aggrieved face: "Isn't that Zhang Chen is missing? You have nothing to do, I can only go to Zhang Chen's elders, otherwise if Zhang Chen It’s in the tomb, do you think this matter can pass away casually?”

The noise on the phone became a little quieter.

She Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly asked, "What happened outside? Why are you so angry?"

It was fine if he didn't ask, but when he asked, the voice on the other end of the phone became louder again.

"What happened? Our jobs are about to be ruined. What do you say happened?"

She Lang was shocked: "The country has started to rectify?"

The other side snorted coldly: "It's not as good as Mr. Ji, his people directly blocked the antique street, and our store hasn't opened for several days."

She Lang breathed a sigh of relief: "Our antique shop was originally just for display, and we don't do real big business here. If the antique shop is really closed, it won't affect our business."

She Shan sneered: "Do you think that only antique shops can't open? Those local masters have also disappeared."

She Lang gasped: "The movement is so loud? Are you kidding me?"

It's no wonder that She Lang reacted so strongly, anyone who heard the news had to give the same reaction.

This sounds like fake news, and Tufuzi is not like Antique Street. He has a detailed address and will wait for people to come to the door.

Their whereabouts are uncertain, and in addition, Tufuzi is a general term, if it is refined, there will be a lot of people digging in the soil from south to north.

Some are well-known in the Tao, and some are not famous at all. Just determining the number is enough to cause headaches, let alone controlling these people.

She Shan calmed down: "Are you telling the truth? Our family has been busy for several days, but we haven't been able to contact any of the local masters, and even bought several."

She Lang subconsciously looked at Ji Ting, who was wearing a long robe and drinking tea without rushing, four words repeatedly rolled in his mind: So terrifying.

This is nothing if you don't make a move, but if you make a move, it will be earth-shattering, and you will be able to control them to death directly from the two channels of supply and terminal.

Without the Tufuzi, and without the antique shop, more than half of this business would be abolished.

It took him a few minutes to calm down, and he said tremblingly: "What is the reason for such a big battle for his old man?"

She Shan was silent for a few minutes before uttering the words: "Mr. Ji's meaning is that we should take care of our business."

She Lang sneaked a glance at the serious black suit, weighed how tough his head was, and immediately expressed his loyalty: "You have to take care of it, I think his old man's idea is very good..."

She Shan: "What a fart! Do you know what he wants to do?"

Hearing that his father was furious, She Lang didn't dare to answer.

She Shan said it himself: "He wants to standardize, secure, and specialize... Listen, does this sound like what people say?"

It's really not like, this industry is not a manufacturing or service industry, where is the standardization, security, and specialization?

It's all about fighting with your life.

And going alone is the safest way. Even if you go to the grave in a group, you have to find reputable acquaintances, for fear that you will bring one or two bad-hearted people with you, and the whole team will be directly folded under the tomb.

She Lang sneaked a look at the expressionless black suits, and lost his conscience: "But since the old man brought it up, there must be him..."

Before he finished speaking, a "beep beep" sound came from the other side of the phone, and his father hung up...

This is really a dear father, She Lang muttered in his heart, noticing that Ji Ting glanced at him, his movements were faster than his brain's thoughts, and he called back directly.

The phone connected again.

She Shan said impatiently, "There is someone holding a wooden barn against your head?"

She Lang shook his head frantically: "How could it be? Absolutely not..." He sneaked a glance at the men in black suits, and said in a low voice, "But my life was saved by others, so we can't be ungrateful, right?"

She Shan: "It's okay, I have the right to be your son..."

Seeing that She Shan was about to hang up the phone again, She Lang hurriedly interrupted him: "Wait a minute, Dad, don't hang up, the old man still has something to convey to me."

There was no sound from Sheshan, and she didn't hang up the phone.

"He asked me to ask how the She family is thinking..." As soon as She Lang finished speaking, she spread her hands towards Ji Ting: "He died."

Li Yishu stepped forward to take the phone away, and stood behind Ji Ting again.

Ji Ting was not surprised by this result, the psychological fluctuations of those people had been clearly analyzed in the plan.

He stood up, without any emotional fluctuations in his tone: "Then you can live here temporarily."

She Lang lay back on the hospital bed obediently: "Then can I go and see Zhang Chen later?"

"It's up to you." Ji Ting paused, and looked at She Lang meaningfully: "If you can run out from here, I promise not to catch you back."

She Lang's eyes lit up, and when Ji Ting disappeared, he immediately asked to visit Zhang Chen.

Considering the injuries on his body, he was pushed over on the hospital bed.

As soon as she went out, She Lang immediately understood what Ji Ting said just now.

In the corridor, at a glance, black suits and green plants are in harmony with each other, standing every few meters. Except for mosquitoes, no other creatures can get out from under their noses.

The black suit pushed him to the door of another ward. In the ward, Zhang Chen lay quietly on the bed.

After careful observation, She Lang felt that Zhang Chen's condition looked much better than his. At least he didn't have so many medical equipment by his bedside.

But in the next second, Zhang Chen's performance broke his illusion.

Zhang Chen woke up without warning, first curled up into a ball, shivered on the bed, and after shaking for a long time, he began to violently smash things around, talking to himself while smashing, as if he was fighting an enemy that didn't exist.

Fortunately, the things in the ward were all specially made. They were either welded to the ground or made of pure plastic. They couldn't hurt anyone at all, let alone smash them. Therefore, Zhang Chen didn't make much noise after such a mess.

Zhang Chen's emotions changed very quickly. One second he was still furious, and the next second he suddenly calmed down, muttering something to himself, the words were vague and difficult to distinguish.

She Lang turned to look at the black suit: "He has always been like this?"

The black suit nodded.

She Lang asked repeatedly: "Have you seen a doctor? Can it be cured?"

The black suit was silent.

She Lang turned his head and stared at Zhang Chen who was muttering to himself for a few seconds before making a decision: "I want to go in and have a look, maybe he still knows me?"

The black suit was unexpectedly easy to talk to, as soon as he made a request, the other party agreed - no, they were just waiting for him to get in touch with Zhang Chen.

Ji Ting stared at the big screen, and heard other people's discussions.

"Judging from the change in his expression, he should have a pretty good relationship with Zhang Chen."

"When he finishes contacting Zhang Chen, if there is no problem, let Ji Ting also go to see Zhang Chen. According to the character setting of the novel, Zhang Chen also 'should' know Ji Ting."

"Go in!"

"Zhang Chen's expression has changed! Big screen, did you capture the scene just now? Send it to the micro-expression expert team and ask them to write an analysis report."

"Zhang Chen's behavior pattern has also changed!"

"He had a conversation with She Lang! Quickly record it!"