"Why are you staring at me?" The boy in ragged clothes did not answer Mr. Zhao's question. Instead, he was very concerned about Zhao Han's angry eyes and immediately said disdainfully, "How can a wealthy lady like you, who has lived in a honeypot since childhood, know about the poor?
miserable?"
Zhao Han was speechless for a moment. She wanted to tell the truth. Not long ago, she was called a "country girl" by a man with a woman's body and a man's heart.
But she definitely couldn't say such self-destructive words.
"Since you don't want to answer the question," Mr. Zhao still smiled, "Well, Wenren, please call the Inspection Department and let them ask."
Wen Rensheng nodded and gestured to touch his cell phone.
"Just hit me." The boy in ragged clothes said with a nonchalant expression.
Wen Rensheng smiled and then actually made the call.
"Is this Inspector Liu? I am Wen Rensheng. There is a suspected alien here who illegally invaded the alien's house and stole hundreds of millions worth of property..."
"You, you really dare to call?" the boy in ragged clothes said a little surprised.
Wen Rensheng hung up the phone and said with a surprised look on his face: "Do you still think we are scaring you?"
"You really don't know who I am?" The boy in ragged clothes was a little panicked.
"Do we need to know who you are?" Mr. Zhao said calmly, his tone turning cold without realizing it.
"I am the apprentice of the mysterious master!" The boy in ragged clothes finally revealed himself.
"Idiot!" Mr. Zhao suddenly became furious, "Just now you accused us of not eating meat and being ignorant of the sufferings overseas. I thought you were somewhat passionate and at least had some backbone. Now it seems that you still understand who you are.
Whose power can you rely on to cause trouble for Zhao here?"
Zhao Han was startled at first. He didn't know why his uncle was suddenly furious.
Wen Rensheng's face was calm, but there was a trace of hidden sarcasm in his eyes when he looked at the boy in ragged clothes.
The boy in ragged clothes was frightened for a moment.
He never expected that the boss of a small company in a local city, who was just an expert on xenomorphs, would dare to reprimand him like this...
At this moment, Mr. Zhao ignored him and turned to Zhao Han: "Xiao Han, do you know why I have to reprimand this idiot?"
"Because he ruined the party that his uncle had worked so hard to organize?" Zhao Han answered cautiously.
There was a trace of disappointment in Mr. Zhao's eyes, but he still held back his temper and said: "Because he is a betrayer..."
"Betrayer?" Zhao Han said with a question mark on his head.
Wen Rensheng said quietly: "To put it in words that are easy for you to understand, this person is a typical person who eats the food of aliens and smashes the bowls of aliens."
"Wenren is right. I have told you before that the most important thing in getting along with others is stance," Mr. Zhao nodded and continued to tell Zhao Han,
"This idiot clearly knows who he is and who he relies on for his power, yet he just makes trouble for us, ignores our hard work, and instead sympathizes with strangers thousands of miles away!"
"This kind of person will never want to become a mysterious expert in China!"
"You must remember today that if you want to become a mysterious expert, you must stay away from such people."
Zhao Han finally understood it completely, nodded silently, and really took two steps back...
"I'm not wrong, it's you who are wrong!" The young man in ragged clothes was ashamed and annoyed. He struggled desperately in Wu Liansong's hands, "You all have great power, but you don't want to help the world and save the world.
Knowing that you are living extravagantly here is not right at all!”
At this time, because of Mr. Zhao's rage, many people in the party had already moved outside the bamboo pavilion.
Some people nodded slightly after hearing part of the content.
There was already a trace of anger in their eyes when they looked at the boy in ragged clothes.
Everyone relies on their identity and status as aliens to have the luxurious life they have now.
Who would be happy if there are some ignorant people who are also aliens themselves and want to make trouble for everyone, torment people for nothing, and say some condescending remarks?
It was just anger, and no one spoke due to the other party's self-revealed identity.
After all, this is the disciple of the mysterious master. He does not look at the monk's face but the Buddha's face.
Wen Rensheng glanced around and suddenly laughed: "Dear gentlemen, I'm really sorry. The party that Mr. Zhao has worked so hard to organize for me has such a theft, which really makes you laugh. Here, I want to tell you something
Let me tell you a story to make up for it."
"Mr. Wenren is so kind."
"Yes, Mr. Zhao is not to blame for this."
"They are both young people, the gap is too big..." someone compared the two and said involuntarily.
But more people remained silent, as if they didn't want to offend the apprentice of the mysterious master.
Wen Rensheng nodded, silently consuming the current level of mystery, and maximizing the effect of "Mysticism"...
"The story I'm telling you is that not long ago, a mysterious natural disaster broke out somewhere overseas, but no one paid any attention to it."
"After seeing the news on the Internet, a Chinese person became very angry and scolded the Chinese alien experts on the forum for having bad consciences and not helping others to suppress it even though they had the power."
When everyone heard this, they all became interested and their eyes were bright.
"This seems to have happened a lot." Someone whispered.
"Well, I saw similar news from some forums the day before yesterday."
Someone stopped him and said, "Quiet, listen to what Mr. Ren said."
Wen Rensheng smiled and continued: "After hearing about it, an inspector admired this man very much. So he tried every possible means to find him and asked: If you were the alien master, would you be willing to suppress the Calamity Eye?"
"The man said firmly: Yes."
"The inspector asked again: If you were just a xenogeneic expert, would you still be willing?"
"The man said again: I am willing."
"The inspector asked again: If you only have a proficiency rating, would you still be willing?"
"The man immediately refused and said: I don't want to."
"The inspector was surprised at first, and then suddenly said: Master, you were willing when you were an expert, but now you are not willing, is it because you think that only the proficiency level evaluation can't suppress the disaster eye?"
"The man said: No, it's because I really have an initial evaluation of proficiency level."
Everyone was silent for a while, then burst into laughter, and everyone leaned forward and backward.
Especially the ladies, all of whom could no longer maintain their reserve, smiled with eight teeth exposed, and cast admiring glances at Wen Rensheng.
For a time, he became the absolute focus and center.
"Hahaha, Mr. Wenren really hit the nail on the head!"
"Yeah, it's not your own thing, of course it's easy to say."
"This is a great story. Some people talk big words and no one can compare with them; but when they do practical things, no one can see them."
"Hey, why didn't this guy lie in the end?" Zhao Han scratched his head and asked in confusion.
Wu Shanshan stared at Wen Rensheng with the same admiring eyes. After hearing this, he patted her head and said speechlessly:
"That guy is not stupid. If he dares to say he is willing, he will really be sent overseas by the inspector to suppress Calamity Eye."
"So that's it," Zhao Han suddenly understood, and then pointed at the young man in ragged clothes and said, "Isn't this the guy I'm talking about? He has nothing of his own, so of course he can accuse his uncle at will."
The boy in ragged clothes was speechless, his face was so red that he was about to bleed.
At this moment, the Zhao family's male servant, who had just dug out the wine jar, suddenly said: "Kid, you only saw that my master spent 100 million to auction the 600-year-old daughter's red, but you didn't know that the auctioneer was a Chinese company with a fair reputation.
Charitable organization.”
"The wine could only be sold for 8 million. The master and another xenogeneic expert specially bid for it to heighten the atmosphere. And all the funds raised by that charity organization were used to save our own people, mainly those who were
The innocent people affected by the mysterious natural disaster..."
When the boy in ragged clothes heard this, he lowered his head completely and lost any trace of his previous stubbornness.
"That's it." Everyone was shocked.
"It's Mr. Zhao after all..." someone said in admiration.
Zhao Han looked at her uncle, also very surprised. She didn't know that her uncle had this side, and the other party had never told her these things.
"Stupid Zhao Han, of course she doesn't know that for some enlightened people, doing certain things is just a habit like breathing. They do things just to maintain their own real interests, not to show off or gain existence.
feel."
She didn't pay attention to the narrator's taunting, because only then did she understand that people are not flat, but three-dimensional.
Who knew that the uncle who was so deep in the city that he could scheme against his friends without any guilt would still do these things?
