Chapter 49 The Secret Conversation in the Castle
The beggar seemed to have noticed that he had lost his composure, so he sat down again. He spoke slowly, but brought the topic to me.
"Have you thought about everything recently?"
I thought for a moment: "Why do you think so much? I'm too lazy to think about it, it's nothing big. Let's see how I treat it."
"Maybe you've started to take it seriously."
"Maybe, I can't figure out anything but a few points."
The beggar leaned forward: "Haha, talk, listen carefully."
"First, if the Japanese woman Xiaoli was approaching me, why would she take her friend to me? With her cold personality, she could obviously refuse the requests of her friends or ignore their attitudes directly. This has to start with the so-called classmates. For example, a girl with dimples said that it was because she found that Xiaoli was in a wrong position when she went back the next day on Christmas Eve—" I secretly looked at the doctor who had no expression on the lower side but had pinched my thigh, and said, "However, as the person involved, I feel that I am pure and virgin. I am a person involved.
And she wouldn't have anything to do with a drunk me for this - brother, you must know this - so why did she pretend to be so pretentious and make her classmates so that they all go to me? Also, what is Xiaoli's identity in the Yamaguchi group? She was implanted here? Or was it absorbed by foreigners for this task? I worked on her father's construction site and knew that his construction site had existed for five years. Later, if Xiaoli went there, I was still in my senior year in her freshman year. Not to mention that she had not left the organization, I hadn't even entered at that time."
"What do you mean is Xiaoli arranged randomly?" The beggar changed his position and smoked.
"Even then, the Yamaguchi group in Japan does not have much influence in Chinese wine, and Chinese organizations generally do not want to cooperate with them. How could they know that I might have "meteor dust" on meteor dust? And I heard that ordinary people don't know how to use "meteor dust" and cannot decipher the content of three chips at all. I don't even know what substance is made of, but only know it is a chip. When I was doing this task, I got it from an antique dealer in Henan. The antique dealer heard that he had hired many well-known so-called unknown substance research experts but didn't understand. Even if the rumors about "meteor dust" were true, it was the same as holding Jinshan but not mining machines. Isn't it more urgent?"
"And, according to my opinion, you organizations are not ordinary people. It is impossible to waste so much for a vague thing. It is possible that money is not a big deal, but it exposes your most hidden strength and military service, as well as the balanced relationship with other organizations. This is very important to you. If your organizations compete with each other, compared with those who did not participate in this event, and you expose your contact information, the military service configuration will naturally suffer a great loss."
The beggar looked very happy: "Okay, there are not many organizations participating in this time, no more than 10, but there are as many organizations watching as 36. Most of them are observing and collecting information to prepare for future friction between organizations. However, this time, all the winners are not from any organization."
He suddenly stopped talking, just looked at me and smiled faintly. I was also surprised to myself, but said lightly: "Is that so? It seems that I am really popular. So, many people wisely know that "Meteor Dust" is skeptical?"
"It's not that they don't know another news." The beggar shook his head. At this time, his image seemed to be trying to express his children desperately in front of his parents. This feeling was very strong. Although absurd, it was strongly lingering in my mind.
"What's that news? Don't say it's really coming from inside the thorny heart."
The beggar's face showed an admiration: "It must be. My news must be good."
"It's not necessarily?" I stretched loosely.
The beggar suddenly laughed: "I almost got confused by you. The news is good, and it must be true. It was my boss who said it himself. But let's not talk about this for now."
I stopped smiling, knowing that this old fox would not spit out any inside information.
"As for the so-called Japanese woman you just said, we definitely don't know much as you have experienced personally, but one thing is certain, Xiaoli - that Japanese woman is undoubtedly from Yamaguchi Group and has a good status. It is because of this event that surfaced from the inside. Several of our organizations have jointly suppressed it, and Yamaguchi Group has been resisting stubbornly, but it has also restrained a lot. Your cute roommate is a Chinese Kung Fu master. Although there is a certain gap with you, the professional woman Nandao is very powerful. But her nature is not bad. Well, by the way, you may have really taken action that Christmas Eve that night. Maybe it was because you felt embarrassed that you took such a friend to you."
I shook my head and frowned. It's impossible. Let's not talk about whether I did it or not. Xiaoli is really so simple. Her cold expression of wearing black-framed glasses was flashing in her mind.
The doctor coughed: "What, do you think of that pretty ice and snow?"
I kissed her forehead lightly: "I thought about it, there is no other meaning."
"I'm too lazy to care about you." The doctor gave me a pink neck and turned my head.
"Ahem. I don't want to know..."
The beggar's words were interrupted by the ringtone of my cell phone.
I said while snatching, "It's the sound of MMS."
I thought it was a mobile system. It was a synthetic picture. A woman was kicking a man's butt, and while kicking him under the bed, she said, "Time is up, go and steal vegetables."
There is also a line of small words below: Scorpion, our children can already fight with me, calling them mom and dad all day long, so they are so obedient.
A breath of indescribable surges into my heart. Is my child?
The doctor came over and saw that his face changed drastically, and he slapped me on the back of the head: "What does a child mean?"
I hurriedly explained that it was a game. The doctor then hummed and stopped and slapped my hand on the back of my head, looking angry: "What kind of hair game to play? Are you lying to girls?"
I smiled bitterly: "Come on, I'm so low-key in the game as if I'm not me. I'm also saying I'm not low-key enough."
The beggar interjected, "You are very unprofessional, and you have a lot of things to do. You have been giving up on yourself since the organization came out and have been in a downturn. Fortunately, you were a pessimist before, otherwise, your person would be very perverted."
I knew they would definitely check me, but I was surprised to find that he was very clear about some things inside my organization.
The doctor was shocked and cooperated with the beggar's speech. I listened slowly, starting from when I was a child, and now, he said something that I don't think in the organization may know very clearly.
"I doubt you are the worm in my stomach." After hearing the beggar say something about me, I couldn't help but interrupt and sighed.
:I still know what you will do in the future, do you believe it?"
I pretended not to hear it, and the doctor was very interested: "Why, why do you tell me that we will have good results when we go down?"
The beggar looked at us and laughed strangely: "Is the result? Who knows? I guess only Wangqing knows how he feels. Okay, I won't talk about this topic for now. Girl, let's take a break first. I'll study the problems between men with your husband first."
As soon as I finished speaking, Wuyi appeared from behind like a shadow, with a drooping face, and my gloomy expression scared me. I hurriedly flickered his eyes: "Baby, go first, I have to take care of our future affairs." This was naturally said to the doctor, with a cold face, and his already pale face seemed to be frozen at this time. When I finished talking to the doctor, the beggar looked at Wuyi with interest: "I said, "I'm not going to act anymore? I'll be in trouble. You're so damn great. Don't blame me for telling your father."
"You have to worry about it, the old man." Wan Wuyi said coldly without looking back.
I slowly absorbed the deep meaning of their conversation and watched them slowly walk out of the house.
The beggar became solemn: "The situation may be even more serious."
I was stunned: "What do you mean? Didn't you just say it's easy? There's no danger or something."
"Yes, but it depends on you."
I took out a cigarette and asked him to do so. When he saw that it was five yuan, he shook his head and lit the Chinese by himself.
"Maybe I should ask more questions about how you understand the current situation." I vomited a smoke ring.
The beggar sighed: "We just repelled the follow-up tracking of several organizations on your way. Do you know what I hate the most?"
"What?"
"It's just that you know that the other party is the opponent and may be fatal in the future, but you can't take any ruthless action. You can only deal with them hard and let them restrain themselves, but you can't cut off their chances of perseverance."
"It's better to leave some way out for others, and they will also leave a way out for your organization. Besides, it's not easy for others to follow them."
"Leave us a way out? It's unnecessary. Be careful, always so kind." Even though he said that, he had an extraordinary admiration and worship of the so-called "care".
"Is it your boss?"
"Well, that's right, by the way, I want to tell you something."
"What?" Seeing his solemn appearance, I couldn't help but become serious. People can always drive the emotions of the people around me, and the beggar in front of me is undoubtedly like this.
"That's right, your roommate is probably in trouble. And it's a huge trouble."
I was shocked, but I slowly said, "It's all my business, why, do you have any news?"
The beggar laughed: "It's true that there's nothing good about it. Well, let's say that, your roommate seems to have some ideas that shouldn't belong to her. Now her thoughts are under great pressure in the organization, and other organizations, because they don't get what they want in you, start to set their goals on her."
It seemed like a huge thunder, I understood what he meant. At the same time, I also thought of what the doctor called me that night, and Xiaoxiao asked me to go to her place today. It was strange now. She clearly had my mobile phone number, but went to my place to look for it. She didn't find it or call me, but asked the doctor downstairs. She should have seen Xiaoli when she was in an Internet cafe for the first time, and should have known her. The reason why she talked to the doctor but refused to tell Xiaoli was because Xiaoli was not there at that time or even she knew Xiaoli's identity? Or was Xiaoxiao originally a member of the old man Hongguang?
For a moment, my mind was very messy, and the sound of the bell buzzing in my mind.
"Thinking all the time! The breath is unstable." The beggar said in a strange voice.
I slowly stood up: "Maybe, I have to go back again, and I just can't bear some things."
The beggar did not answer me, but wiped out my old wounds: "Are you all cured?"
"Well, by the way, you can find a doctor and take out what you want. I have to go home once and go to the Internet cafe again."
It is estimated that this must be done. No matter how they think about me, they still have to do what they should do.
The beggar wanted to refuse, but his face became narrow again: "Well, I want to see what that guy can stuff into your butt." Then he ignored the suspicion on my face and coughed, and a pale guy came in outside. The young man bowed his head to salute us very respectfully. The beggar said impatiently: "Where are so many bad things? They are all forgot to care."
The young man smiled and showed his white teeth. The beggar said the names of two people and asked them to wait in the hall. Then the beggar slowly got up and took me to the hall.
After sitting for a while, two guys with thick eyes came in through the main entrance. The elder, who seemed to be about fifty years old, nodded to the beggar casually, and then looked at me carefully: "You have many old diseases on you, why not cure?"
I was shocked: "What old disease?"
He was not talking, but he spoke to the beggar: "How are you doing lately?"
"Okay, you are not dead yet, but I want to live well." The beggar was careless.
"This guy may have a 'meteor dust' chip on him?"
The beggar seemed speechless, for a while: "Don't you look at it yourself? Ask me, will I tell you?" The words were full of ignorance of the old guy. The old man seemed to have gotten used to it. At this time, the young brother with glasses looked at me: "You have a lot of injuries. If you don't treat it early, there will be many sequelae."
Looking at his thin cheeks, I couldn't help but smile: "It will naturally hurt a little if you experience too much. It's okay, but you, I looked pale, I guess I haven't seen the sun in n years."
He shook his head gently: "No, I'm just the foundation left by leukemia back then. Now there's nothing big about it. My name is Ajun, where are you?"
The beggar and the old man looked here, and I chuckled and said, "My name is Awen."
"Can you make friends with me?" Ajun looked a little shy.
I looked at the beggar, looked at the old man again, and smiled and said to Ajun: "I'm not a big man, handing over a big doctor is something I always dream of."
"Really, you are my first friend." He cheered and excited. I was a little flattered, so he patted his shoulder, but he lowered his body in pain and almost staggered.
A little surprised, the old man was yelling and caring: "You stupid bastard, why are you making friends? You're at a disadvantage?" Then he looked at me again and said viciously: "Little guy, why, do you want to leave you some extra souvenirs when I'm exercising your butt?"
The beggar waved his hand: "No need, I guess the one in his butt is not a chip, it's just a substitute, but I'll just open it and take a look. I'm very interested in this substitute."
Chapter completed!