mayfly era

Chen Yue took out a long-preserved champagne from the wine cabinet, pointed to the scratches and stains on the box, and said to the bong, "You did it."

Smoker was surprised, "What did I do?"

"I can't sell it, I can only drink it." Chen Li's tone did not have any regrets, but a kind of satisfaction that was exactly what he wanted.

"What kind of wine is this?" Smoker asked curiously.

"Golden City."

Chen Li tore open the package, the wine bottle inside was crystal clear, and there were jellyfish-like flocculent gold foils floating in the wine, which looked so luxurious... a little crazy.

The two arrived at the base with the last member of the Golden City, and the others had already gathered in the restaurant, and the table was filled with Chef Su's craftsmanship.

Today's staff is quite neat - Song Guang is not here, and Black Soul is not here. Today is his regular fishing day.

Chen Yue couldn't help but wonder whether it was true or not that Song Guang had returned to him before the counter-revolutionary, after all, Song Guang never showed up after that time.

"If you two come later, you can only wash the dishes." Fan Ge joked.

Chen Li put the Golden City in front of the counter-revolutionaries, "Drink more and talk less."

When he was returning to his seat, he passed by the seat of Typhoid, his eyes were red, and he stared blankly at the red-eared bulbul opposite, the poor bulbul was stared at at a loss.

"What's wrong?" He patted Typhoid's shoulder.

Typhoid looked back at Chen Li, his dry and peeling lips moved, but he didn't say anything, just shook his head.

"Speak directly if you have something to say." Chen Li said.

Typhoid did not respond, and lowered his head stiffly.

Chen Li had an intuition that something had happened to the typhoid, he turned his head and glanced at Fange, who was also looking at him, with peaceful eyes and a slight smile.

"It's okay, he's just tired and working overtime." Fan Ge said with a smile.

"Resisting leadership oppression is the first lesson of being a qualified subordinate." Chen Li said.

Typhoid nodded.

At this moment, Su came out of the kitchen with a cauldron in his hand, and bursts of rich spicy aroma were coming out of the boiling cauldron. He put down the cauldron and whispered something to Fan Ge.

Then he just left.

Under everyone's gaze, he walked towards the door of the restaurant silently until his figure disappeared outside the door and he was no longer seen.

All eyes turned to the counter-revolution.

"He's retired." Counter-Ge said calmly.

"Retire?" Bulbul suddenly called out, "What do you mean? Boss, why do you want to retire when you are so good?"

"You can leave if you want." Fan Ge continued to speak in that idle tone.

Bulbul stood up anxiously. He turned his head left and right to see the expressions of others, but everyone else was as shocked as he was, and no one could answer him.

"You can stay in the central city, you can go back to sea, you can go to other countries, it's up to you."

"Boss, what do you mean?" Kujira also stood up, her tone was involuntarily stern and trembling, "You mean, RC is disbanded?"

Counter-reform knocked on the table, he seemed to be thinking, and he spoke after a long time, "It's not considered dismissal, I can only say... I don't need you anymore."

His words fell to the ground, like needles falling into the bottom of everyone's heart.

Two bean-sized teardrops rolled out of the crow's eyes. She raised her hand and slammed the table hard. With a "bang", fiery red spray came out of the soup pot.

She stood up and wiped away her tears, then ran out of the restaurant without looking back.

"Crow!" Kujira hurriedly chased after it.

"Boss, I don't accept it." Bulbul rarely became serious, his voice trembling slightly, "What do you mean...you don't need us anymore?"

The anti-revolutionary face does not change color, "it is literally."

Bulbul's face was full of unspeakable bitterness, he seemed to have chewed on this bitterness for a long time, but couldn't swallow it.

"Aren't you going back to Buffalo to get married?" Fange smiled and said, "Leave early, and the red envelope will not miss you."

"Boss," Bulbul wiped his eyes, his voice was very low, "but we need you..."

Hearing the words, Fan Ge's shoulders trembled slightly, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little choked up, "I can't control you for the rest of my life."

Bulbul shook his head, sat down, stood up again, covered his face with his hands, and left with sobs.

People left the warm restaurant one after another, and the rest of the people ate in silence, most of them lacking interest, with only sporadic clinking of tableware.

Fan Ge sighed, "This is the first day of the new year. I wanted you to eat something good, so I forced the cook to stay."

Acer Ye picked up the spoon on the table and threw it against the counter, cursing, "You are sick! Didn't you know that this would happen?"

Fan Ge shrugged, "Say it sooner or later."

Needle leaves threw the spoon, snorted and drank the soup in the bowl, and dropped the bowl heavily, "You said let me go, where the hell do you want me to go?"

"I didn't let you go," Fan Ge stood up and poured a second bowl for Needle Leaf, "You still have a daughter, just stay in Central City to live."

Acer Ye suddenly opened his eyes with anger, and he trembled all over, "Stay in the central city? How can we stay in the central city after we did such a thing!"

"It's okay," the counter-revolutionary said indifferently, "as long as you want, there is nothing wrong with it."

Needle leaf couldn't bear it anymore, stood up from the seat in a "teng", knocked over several suspension chairs all the way angrily.

After those chairs slowly and automatically returned to their places, Chen Li raised his head from the dinner plate, and there were only four people left in the banquet: himself, Lao Yan, Typhoid and Counter-revolutionary.

He turned his head to look at the smoking gun. The smoking gun hadn't eaten, and he folded his arms, watching all this with a blank expression.

At this time, Typhoid also stood up, his thin body swayed a few times, as if he was about to fall at any moment, he looked at Fang Ge, with complicated emotions in his red eyes—the most complicated eyes among all the people who left the table.

"Go home." Counter-Ge said softly.

"Boss, I am very grateful to you... For the rest of my life, I am grateful..." Typhoid's voice was also shaking with his body.

Counter-Gen smiled, "I know."

"I..." Typhoid lowered his head and rubbed his nose.

"Go home and spend the holidays with your family," Fan Ge paused and laughed again, "Didn't make enough money? I won't have any money to find you, Boss Chen, he promised you."

Typhoid stood still for a while, then rubbed his nose several times, it became red and almost bleeding.

Counter-reform raised his chin.

"Don't..." The mechanical voice of typhoid fever was tinged with tears, and it sounded extremely thin and helpless.

"Farewell." Fan Ge interrupted him.

Typhoid was different from others, when he left he didn't have any anger, only empty, with only a thin skin bag left, and he floated out unsteadily.

At this time, only Chen Li, the smoking gun and the counter-revolutionaries were left in the restaurant.The three of them had different expressions, but they all kept silent tacitly.

Chen Li bowed his head to eat, and Fan Ge bowed his head to drink the wine brought by Chen Li. Only the smoking gun remained motionless, his face full of anger.

"They think you can't solve the consequences of this matter." Smoking Gun broke the silence.

Counter-reform turned his head and thought for a while, "Really?"

"Because I, like them, can't think of how you should solve this matter." The smoking gun paused every word, speaking very forcefully.

There was a relaxed smile on Fan Ge's face, "So you also think I did something wrong?"

"No, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Smoker frowned.

"This is my three years of hard work," Fan Ge sighed, "For me, this is enough."

"Boss, we all have reasons to go back to Central City," Smoker said, letting his arms relax and clasped in his knees. "What about you?"

"You'll know soon." Fan Ge shook the wine glass, there was a swaying golden jellyfish in it, and the wine exuded a rich aroma, "This wine is not bad."

Chen Li raised his head, he wasn't full yet, but he couldn't eat anymore.After all, he is still a normal person now.

When he saw the typhoid-red eyes, he had realized that this was the moment of farewell.

At the same time, he also knows that there is nothing he can do about it, and he suffers from his powerlessness and must accept it, which makes him suffer even more.

Empty restaurants, diners who can't eat, and loved ones who are about to say goodbye, there is nothing more heartbreaking than this.

"I...can I change you?" When Chen Li said this, he looked at the smoking gun.

The smoking gun froze there for a long time before shaking his head.

"No, you have other tasks." Fan Ge added a second glass of wine for himself, and he drank to his heart's content.

"Can't you escape?" Chen Li asked again.

Fan Ge smiled, "It's not that I can't escape, but I don't want to."

"why?"

"Because I'm tired of living."

Smoker shook his whole body, and he suddenly covered his mouth, covering his mouth so hard that his five fingers sank into his cheeks.

"Your stress response is still not good?" Fan Ge frowned slightly, with a worried and complaining tone, "I told you to go to psychological treatment, and never listened to me."

Chen Li stood up, and he walked to Fan Ge and sat down.

Fan Ge looked as if he was facing an enemy, "Stay away from me, let Lao Yan vomit blood for a while."

Chen Li poured a glass of wine, "I'll drink two glasses with you...I have something to tell you."

For a moment, Chen Li didn't know whether he should tell the counter-revolutionary what he dreamed about last night, but his brain evolved to be absolutely rational, and at this time he ruthlessly reminded him that he must let the counter-revolutionary know.

Let the counter-revolutionaries worry about these bad things until their death.

"Okay." Fan Ge waved his hand, "The three of us can't finish this bottle today, so don't leave."

They serve wine with information that can astonish the entire era. What a proud thing it is, but they don't have the corresponding mood to taste this pleasure.

"Those bionics, yes, are indeed Cong Shanqin's last resort prepared for himself," Fan Ge said while drinking, "his 70-year-old brain is not enough to control the actions of a large number of intelligent brain bionics, but his son can, As long as he has control over his son, he's still in control of that army."

"What do you mean?" Smoker didn't understand.

Fan Ge was speechless in disgust, "Tsk, my stupid son."

"...Forget it," Yan Qiang's eyes suddenly turned red, "I have been raising me for 20 years, so it's not wrong to call you daddy."

Fan Ge smiled, "It's comfortable, let me yell twice more."

"Have you met Cong Shanqin's son? What's the matter with mental decay?" Chen Li interrupted.

"I've seen it before. It looks like a dog that is frightened by a beating." Fan Ge said.

"He ruled him with fear, so that he would obey everything." Chen Li said.

"It's not that simple. He blocked all the channels of information for this child and prevented him from contacting the outside world. I guess Cong Shanqin caused this child's mental decay." The counter-revolutionary tone was very flat and without compassion, "In this way he can Direct all his actions through the projection brain."

"I went to his house that day, and his son asked me for a reader. It was Cong Shanqin who was using the projection brain to understand the outside world."

"The Eighth Director's matter has been reported in the newspaper, but Cong Shanqin didn't respond?" Chen Li asked.

"No," said Fan Ge, "because he asked me to kill the man."

"What?" After being surprised for a moment, Chen Li quickly realized, "So Chief Eight has something to do with him."

"The eighth round is the middle link of the long-distance commander in wartime, what do you think?"

"He was afraid that after he went in, the Chief of the Eighth Bureau would reveal those things and make him unable to get out again," Chen Li said.

Fange finished drinking the wine in the glass, it was already the fifth glass, he looked warm and lazy, like a sleepy tiger, "Cong Shanqin is sick, if he is not sick, he should be aware of it at that step , One wrong step, the whole game is lost."

"Which step?"

"I asked him to tell the media—'I, Cong Shanqin, am also the people'. He was eager to gain favor at the time, so he adopted... I played this move really well." Fange boasted frankly.

"What's wrong with that?" asked the smoking gun.

Fan Ge snorted and laughed, "That's the one sentence that brought him to where he is today."

Chen Li pondered for a moment, then nodded, "If Cong Shanqin hadn't said this, the second interrogation could have been prevaricated with authority, but if he did, he would have to accept the interrogation."

"Smart, come, drink." Fan Ge laughed.

"You are such a terrible person, no one can survive in your trap." Chen Li sighed.

Fan Ge nodded, moved his throat, frowned slightly, "Yes, I'm really scary."

"Really, is there no room?" Chen Yue felt his throat tighten, and unconsciously, he also choked up.

"Don't worry, show me this better world."

"I didn't want to tell you...but it's not good to be so unclear." Fan Ge said slowly, "Let's just say goodbye."

"Chen Ye, I did it on purpose at that time... I did something wrong, so I apologize to you. I know that it has nothing to do with you at all."

As if he was drunk, he pushed away the wine glass, leaned on the table casually, and murmured, "Let's go, it's cold, go back and charge the heater."