The scope and severity of the incident exceeded original expectations.
His sister and Ye Xiaojing were also in the center of the whirlpool. Jiang Qian made a prompt decision and turned to the chance tip bag given to him by Dean Zhuhe. The "human calculation" had reached its peak, so he placed his hope in the "heaven's calculation".
However, at the moment when the tip bag was almost rudely dismantled, there was a knock on Jiang Qian's door.
Jiang Qian suddenly looked up, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
A request for instructions from the mutation healing project assistant came from outside the door of the room: "Consultant Qianlong, the meeting will start soon. Seeing that you haven't signed in in the meeting room yet, are you running into trouble with the operation process?"
"I have some urgent matters to deal with. I'm sorry to be late for the meeting."
"Oh, okay, I will take note of the meeting minutes and synchronize them with you!"
The assistant finished speaking respectfully and left.
Jiang Qian quickly opened his bag of tips.
What was wrapped in the bag was a miniature scroll. He unfolded the scroll quickly and saw four words——
"Turn a blind eye".
These simple and clear words were like an enlightenment, and Jiang Qian's hanging heart began to gradually fall to the ground.
Not to mention how effective Dean Zhuhe's concept of chance is, the moment he saw these four words, he had already received a revelation: caring will lead to chaos, and slowing down will make things smooth.
Jiang Qian held the tips bag and sat down again at the table.
The cause of the incident was just a small role in the three-state fusion of Black Windbreaker, and his initial concern only involved his sister Yu Xuan.
But when the matter involved the Ashes Organization and the malicious layout of even the Yu tribe's flying envoys, he admitted that he panicked a little.
This is a negative emotion that Jiang Qian rarely experiences: a sense of loss of control.
He did not accept the fact that his sister might be threatened, but when the opportunity brought it about, he was powerless to stop it.
Jiang subconsciously realized that if this "sense of loss of control" continues to be amplified without stopping, then he will lose the patience he deserves for the rules of law. There is no doubt that he will choose to vent himself in an extreme but effective way.
dissatisfaction.
The act of demolishing the kit just now is also a subtle venting of anger towards this feeling of being out of control.
"Don't let anything happen..."
Jiang Qian clutched the brocade bag and scroll, clasped his hands together in front of his forehead, closed his eyes, and forced himself to suppress the revengeful psychology that was igniting in his chest.
Otherwise, once...who will bear his anger?
Ashes and dregs? Incompetent officials?
Or the weak human masses?
Inexplicable emotions surged in his chest. The more he tried to calm things down, the more that force came to provoke and annoy him.
"It'll be okay..."
Jiang Qian gave his own psychological hints. He tried to use the methods of a psychologist to analyze the reasons for his negative emotions, and then solved the problem from the source:
I don't care about Yu Xuan, she is not related to me but she has always competed with me for favor at home. I just rely on her ability and assets to support the Jiang family... When I have an accident in the future; I don't care about Ye Xiaojing, we only know two people.
Months, if it were not for the urgent need to solve my animal nature, I would not be in love at this time.
I don't really care about them, so if they have any problems, it won't make me lose control.
I can deal with any outcome.
Jiang Qian used this to try to "evaporate" the negative thoughts stuck in his chest.
But to no avail.
The poison sacs that were born in various parts of the body were extremely excited and sent strong signals to his brain.
He cannot release any psychological pressure on his own, which will only be counterproductive and make his anxiety worse.
Jiang Qian frowned, and the kit and scroll were almost crushed in his hands.
Until Ye Xiaojing's call woke him up from his nightmare:
"Jiang Qian...Jiang Qian, are you listening?"
Jiang Qian suddenly opened his eyes!
"Xiao Jing...how is it?"
"It's over. The 17 'detonators' located at different locations in the venue are all under our control and did not cause any commotion!"
Ye Xiaojing seemed to be moving at high speed, with a slight gasp in his voice:
"I'm tracking your sister's location. She left for Yunsheng Tower earlier than I expected. Don't worry, I'll find her soon."
"..."
Only then did Jiang Qian realize that the crisis incident had been handled quietly.
"Jiang Qian, why don't you speak?" Ye Xiaojing was slightly confused.
"Nothing, I was thinking..."
Jiang Qianqian felt the tightness in his throat, which gave his voice a slightly magnetic hoarseness when he spoke.
At the same time, he has realized the source of his overreaction:
Just now, we only disconnected the communication equipment with Ye Xiaojing to prevent the musical confusion caused by the activation of the "detonator" on site.
Like everyone present, he has listened to the performance tracks and background sounds. When the "detonator" is triggered but has not been controlled by official colleagues, he will also be bewitched or influenced by the caster like everyone present.
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But when his hearing was overused and he was extremely tired, he ignored the "sound pickup" function of the Beidou Button Camera. In addition to visual images, this prop also continuously conveyed sound to his perception.
But for the convenience of communication, he adjusted Beidou's "voice" to be inaudible, ensuring that the conversation with Ye Xiaojing would not be disturbed.
It was a small mistake, but it almost hit the mark.
"Ahem, I was wondering, how do ordinary people deal with the victims?"
Jiang Qian cleared his throat and returned to his normal tone.
"It is true that some 'detonators' still released negative signals to the field before being controlled, but the impact was not large. Ordinary people who were infected mostly showed sluggishness or emotional breakdown. The medical experts of the Yu clan are already dealing with it.
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Speaking of this, Ye Xiaojing changed the subject:
"Let's stop chatting here, some miscellaneous fish are following us."
She sighed softly, seemingly uninterested in this low-level challenge.
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Yun Sheng Building.
Wearing a gorgeous evening dress, Yu Xuan walked lazily, and Sister Lin, who had short hair and red lips and was dressed as an urban beauty with gold collar, strolled from the private VIP passage to the top-floor western restaurant, which was reserved for guests.
The soft Western music was gentle to the ears. The uniformly dressed envoys bowed slightly and stood politely on both sides. When Yu Xuan and Sister Lin passed by, they followed silently and did not disturb the conversation of the distinguished guests.
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At this time, in a mysterious area that was clearly separated from other tables and had its own style, a tall and strong gentleman stood up and smiled at Yu Xuan and the other two.
He is about forty years old, wearing a brown lapel suit with exquisite cufflinks. His hair is slightly white, but his hair style and beard are meticulously groomed, giving him the charm of a mature man.
Sister Lin stopped at this moment, while Yu Xuan greeted this gentleman, the eldest son of the Mu Group, Mu Quan.
"I finally meet you in person! Yu Xuan, it's not easy to ask you out."
He wiped his palms with a wet towel and then stretched out his hand towards Yu Xuan, who was walking slowly.
With a smile on his lips, Yu Xuan gently shook the other person's hand: "Mr. Mu is a very busy man, why do you have time to meet with me today?"
Mu Quan lowered his head and smiled. The wealthy celebrity businessman showed a hint of shyness:
"Everyone has a love for beauty. I have admired you for so many years, and wanting to meet you and get close to you is a normal need."
He said, casually placing the dinner plate in the middle of his body, and then picked up the knife and fork.
The appetizers were ready, and the waiter poured wine for the two of them.
Yu Xuan kept a distant smile, focusing on Mu Quan's face and eyes, and then the smile rippled from her face, as bright and bright as a hibiscus emerging from water:
"It's scary to be loved by a bigot."
Although she said this, there was not even a trace of fear in her expression.
"Haha, hahaha..."
Mu Quan laughed, his eyes lit up with an illusory will-o'-the-wisp.
He put down his knife and fork and wiped his wrists and palms with a wet towel again, down to every finger:
"As expected, I still can't hide it from you!"
Yu Xuan leaned back proudly, once again showing the comfortable laziness he had when he came in with Sister Lin. It seemed that with just a blink of an eye, he could see the truth of the soul behind the mask.
"I'm here to apologize."
"Mu Quan" held the goblet filled with fine wine, leaned forward in an almost flattering manner and said:
"Last time in the hospital, I was indeed impulsive. I shouldn't have taken someone's life in front of you... I'll punish myself first!"
"Is it?"
Yu Xuan clinked the wine glass with his hands and said with a sweet smile:
"It doesn't matter, I'm here to claim my life."
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