"Are they the Ten Evils that can change one's luck...the ability to be unreasonable?"
"It seems that you can't show hostility to him, otherwise you will suffer a lot."
Wang Jin frowned and thought.
The confused feeling of suddenly getting the wrong life script is actually very easy to detect.
But who can refuse a life filled with good fortune?
In terms of money concepts, Wang Jin is an out-and-out ordinary person.
He was busy counting money at the time, and everything returned to normal after he reacted.
Although I subconsciously felt something was wrong, I had nothing to lose, so I didn't pursue it further.
Now that he saw that others had similar experiences, he concluded that this was some kind of ability.
"well."
Ma Yao sighed and spoke quietly.
"I'll leave the matter here to you."
"…I?"
The young man frowned and looked at Ma Yao.
"Um."
Ma Yao nodded and wiped his face with his hand.
Then the fatigue and haggard disappeared, and the bloodshot eyes became bright and clear.
He suddenly became serious, as if he had returned to many years ago.
"The commanding bureau is responsible for guiding public opinion and suppressing those who make rumors against civilians."
"Other than that, we don't interfere too much."
Ma Yao reached out and knocked on the steering wheel, looking at Wang Jin through the reflector.
"Boy, do you know what this means?"
Wang Jin didn't say anything, just looked at him silently.
The man tilted his head and lit a cigarette for himself.
White mist curled up, and he became more energetic and spoke again.
"Jiuchun is not only a battlefield, but also a stage that attracts everyone's attention."
"Compared to appearing in public, the Bureau prefers to be an audience."
"And the director said..."
The man turned around suddenly and stared at the young man in front of him.
"The protagonist of this drama will only be you."
"The spotlight is flashing and the curtain is rising..."
"Your performance is coming."
Snap.
Ashes fall.
There was an eerie silence in the car.
Ma Yao stopped smoking and stared at Wang Jin.
The young man shrugged his shoulders and stretched out his palm as if he was a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.
"Appearance fee."
——
dusk.
The extended Lincoln took a long detour and drove twice on the highway before returning to Jiuchun.
Wang Jin had no objection. He and the little fox looked at the scenery outside the window, lost in thought.
Ma Yao was lying on the steering wheel and sleeping the whole time, and it was only thanks to the automatic driving system that he barely escaped death.
It wasn't until the vehicle slowly stopped that he opened his eyes and helped Wang Jin open the door.
The latter picked up his backpack and was about to leave, but was grabbed.
Ma Yao narrowed his eyes and stayed for a moment on his white hair and amber eyes.
Then he sighed.
"Boy, take care of yourself."
"ha."
Wang Jin looked at Ma Yao, who had the word "sudden death" written all over his face, and raised his eyebrows.
But he nodded seriously.
"The same to you."
Ma Yao stopped talking.
The taillights drew two arcs in the increasingly dark night and slowly left.
The little fox who had been silent narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly.
"Ma Yao entered the industry earlier than Lao Zhao."
"The commanding bureau's famous red stick with double flowers, codename [Xiao]."
"At his peak, he had at least a minister-level combat capability. He was the second candidate besides Lao Zhao who was suitable for the Dawn Project."
"Later, I took a back seat and became a civil servant. It is said that...it was due to physical reasons."
"He tells you to take care of yourself."
The girl turned to look at Wang Jin and spoke seriously.
"Silly boy, you are hiding something from me."
She understands Wang Jin very well and is as keen as ever.
Many things cannot escape Hu Xiaobei's eyes.
"How come."
The young man smiled and pointed to the hotpot restaurant not far away.
"Let's go eat."
——
The bolt of the furnace.
A man wearing a scholar's robe is shaking the teapot in his hand.
There was a strong smell of alcohol coming from the teapot.
Erguotou is still sauce-flavored.
He just stared at the screen in front of him while drinking wine.
There was a faint light shining in his eyes.
The man with a mustache stood beside him, looking away from time to time.
Standing there was a woman with a perfect figure and an overly broad mind that made people unable to take their eyes away.
Da da da.
The footsteps outside the door gradually changed from shuffling to serious steps.
squeak.
The door was pushed open, and Ma Yao walked straight to the man in the robe, lowered his head and said, "Director, here's the message."
"What's the most important sentence?"
The director nodded slowly and asked worriedly.
"As I said, I asked him to take care of himself."
"Um."
The director drank all the wine in the teapot and then waved his hand.
"Everyone, get out."
Ma Yao and Xiao Hu turned around and left, but the woman with the proud figure did not move.
"You go out too."
The director sighed, gathered up the gray hair that hung down to his neck, and turned to look at the woman.
"I…"
The latter opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.
"You Rong."
The man took off his rimless glasses and rubbed his temples.
"Why did you come here to plead for him?"
"He...he had dinner with me."
The woman lost her usual strength and became hesitant when speaking.
"So what you represent is not the company, but yourself."
The director narrowed his eyes, and there seemed to be more interest in his voice.
"That's strange."
The man pointed at the sofa and motioned for You Rong to sit down.
"It's been a long time since I took your secret ritual test. It's a temporary test."
"Tell me about your understanding of anchor points."
The woman was stunned for just a moment, then slowly spoke.
"Anchor point is the only means for mankind to fight against pollution."
"People who have a greater impact on the world are less likely to be contaminated, such as politicians and actors."
"Some workers will take the initiative to enter the public eye to make themselves more stable."
The woman answered fluently, as if she had experienced similar questions countless times.
"yes."
The man nodded slowly.
"In recent years, we have begun to direct resources to outstanding young people and proactively create more anchors for them."
"For example, our new star in the world of ghost stories."
The man put down the wine bottle and still stared at the screen in front of him.
"I don't intend to stand against Wang Jin."
"He is smart enough and good enough. He even helped me solve a little problem yesterday."
"I even want to train him as a successor."
"It's a pity... he seems to be becoming an anchor for others."
There is a light pollution in the air.
The moon outside the window seemed to flash a blood red, and something was staring at it fiercely.
"Shh."
The man put his finger to his lips, making a silencing gesture.
Bright silver runes flashed quickly in his eyes and spread to the wall.
The light flashed twice and then went out silently, and the display screen went black for an instant.
The office seemed to be separated from the world and became a small independent box.
"Wang Jin wants to find the truth, and I have no reason to stop him."
"But the truth was gradually discovered, and he became more and more dangerous."
"If we let the guy follow the anchor point to find it, our efforts will be in vain."
"I just want Wang Jin to have a rest, he is too tired."
The man narrowed his eyes and his voice gradually turned cold.
It seemed to have turned into solid steel.
The phrase "take care of yourself" is already an ultimatum.
Wang Jin is a smart man, there is no way he could not hear it.
You may not be able to do what you want...
"I believe he will handle it."
You Rong took a deep breath and spoke again.
"Miracles always happen to him, and this time is no exception."
"Can you wait a little longer...Dad?"
“…”
The director did not speak, but his body trembled visibly.
The cold expression gradually melted, and finally turned into a long sigh.