Tian Gou raised his bruised face and looked at the young man in front of him with red eyes.
He couldn't control his inner emotions.
This young man living in a greenhouse has not yet had time to understand this strange and dangerous world of ghost stories, and he has no fighting ability.
When the Furnace Bolt was about to take Meng Yu away, he desperately stepped forward to stop him and received nothing but a severe beating.
He doesn't have the ability to protect his lover yet.
At this moment, he realized that the role of money was so limited, and his father, who was so powerful, could only sigh silently.
Just when Tian Gou was almost desperate, Wang Jin extended a helping hand to him.
Even Tian Gou knows how important a favor from the command bureau is.
That cannot be measured in money at all.
But this young man said those words so lightly, the words that saved him from the abyss of despair.
"I will save her."
Wang Jin nodded and confirmed Tian Gou's idea.
He stretched out his plastered arm and patted the other party's shoulder, speaking calmly.
"I'll give you two choices."
"First, you join the bureau to take charge of Meng Yu's projects, so you can balance work and life."
"Second, take her back to your father's organization and disappear from sight."
"I…"
Tian Gou opened his mouth with dull eyes, but didn't say anything for a long time.
"There's no need to say thank you."
The young man sighed, and his expression suddenly became deep and serious.
"I just want you to be clearer."
"If she gets out of control, I will never show mercy."
"ah…"
Tian Gou still maintained his original posture, seemingly unresponsive.
A few seconds later, he suddenly looked at Wang Jin.
There was a strange light shining in his eyes.
"Shall I accept you as my godfather?"
"Get lost."
Wang Jin lifted his bandaged leg and gave him a kick.
The latter screamed and danced out of the ward.
"Oh, this silly boy."
Looking at this rich second generation who was several years older than him, Wang Jin smiled.
He had already thought about how to use this favor while in Leonard's car.
Meng Yu helped Wang Jin too much and saved countless people for the command bureau.
No matter which side you look at, she should have a good ending.
The governing bureau also thought so, but unfortunately it couldn't do it.
They need a justifiable reason, a... step.
At this time, it was the turn of the tool man Wang Jin to appear.
The unreasonable young people took advantage of their merits and forcibly asked the bureau for help.
The latter not only complied with this seemingly rude request, but also generously gave him some small rewards.
The Administrative Bureau earned enough fame and Meng Yu was freed.
Everyone has a bright future.
It is hard to say how much compensation the tool comrades who contributed to this perfect situation will receive privately.
In addition to those material supports, there are other things that are even more valuable.
For example...the trust of a non-governmental organization, and the gratitude of the dream owner.
"So, people still have to be smarter."
Wang Jin smiled and spoke to the empty corner of the room.
"You saw it."
A man with pointed ears wearing a black suit slowly emerged in the starlight, with a smile on his soft face.
"I didn't see it, I guessed it."
Wang Jin grinned and retreated into the bed leisurely.
"The only ones who can take videos at that distance are fairies from the Art Association."
"Besides, it's late at night, so I just said it casually."
"You're as smart as him."
Xingkong walked to Wang Jin's bedside and looked down at his slightly familiar features.
“What’s the benefit of taking that video?”
The young man shook his head and asked.
"That's the advantage."
Xingkong waved his hand gracefully, and the translucent page appeared in his hand.
That was the contract that Ma Yao brought over before.
"In this way, many resources will be tilted towards you, and your authority will be increased accordingly."
The man smiled softly, his narrow eyes narrowed into slits.
"The truth is much further away than you think. If you don't have enough strength, you will die on the road."
"ah."
Wang Jin nodded and looked at this soft-looking man.
When there is no mission, Xingkong behaves more like an uncle who loves the younger generation.
"I thought the Art Association was absolutely neutral."
After a long silence, Wang Jin spoke again.
The dim desk lamp shone on his face, showing no emotion.
"I just did what I should do as a member of the association."
"Collect information, write articles, and issue announcements."
"This is my job."
As if she had expected that he would ask this question, Xingkong answered happily, with the smile on his face still perfect.
"Did you write that strange title?"
Wang Jin recalled it for a moment and then burst into laughter.
"I didn't expect you to have such a personality."
"Professional needs."
Xingkong shrugged, his gentle smile showing a bit of helplessness.
"This time the ghost story cards will have to wait for a while. I will deliver them myself when the time comes."
"Have a good rest."
After gently patting Wang Jin on the shoulder, Xingkong's figure turned into a faint night and disappeared.
"ah…"
The young man nodded and yawned slightly.
The night was still long and he was finally able to have a good sleep.
——
"He really said that?"
In the director's office, a man wearing a scholar's robe turned to look at Ma Yao.
Mustache huddled in the corner, drinking coffee and saying nothing.
"Yes, Tian Gou said it himself."
Ma Yao nodded, with a rare smile on his face.
"It's so comfortable to deal with smart people. I even suspect that this guy is a roundworm in my belly."
The director picked up the small tea cup and took a sip of the Erguotou inside.
His pale face, which had not been exposed to the sun all year round, turned slightly red due to the alcohol, and the raised corners of his mouth unreservedly revealed the joy in his heart.
This young man named Wang Jin brought him too many surprises.
Be smart, be able to fight, and most importantly, be sensible.
It's much stronger than Zhao Guangming's runaway wild dog.
"Ma Yao, see if you can dig him out... cough, fight for him."
The mustache next to him sneaked over and whispered.
"You squat down for me."
The director pushed his hair back and glared at him angrily.
"Okay."
Mustache didn't mean to refuse at all, and continued to go back to the same place to shrink himself.
"Director, Brother Sun is also kind-hearted."
Ma Yao sighed and begged the director in a low voice.
"That's not what I'm angry about."
The latter shook his head, his expression somewhat helpless.
"To deal with divine evil without authorization is actually my tacit consent."
"I'm so angry that this kid fainted after showing his face. How embarrassing."
"cough."
The mustache in the corner coughed slightly, seeming a little embarrassed.