After Wang Ping installed the pussy, he suddenly felt that there was no point in pretending to be cool with a brat, and he was even a bit petty, so he turned his attention to the brat's mother.
This woman was very proud: "Aren't you also a traitor? Why are traitors so proud?"
"That's different. I don't want an island full of beauties, so foreigners go out of their way to win me over. It's not on the same level as your lover who seduces a lowly guy on a mere island."
Wang Ping'an waved his hand: "It's not good to keep the people who come to pick me up waiting for too long. Let's go down first."
Just at this time, Donald also completed the ramp of the plane and was ready to get off.
At the same time that Wang Ping'an's feet were on the ground, Donald was getting off the gun emplacement of the armored vehicle. His movements looked like a 70-year-old man.
Wang Ping'an couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you say that you used human cloning technology to extend your life?"
Donald: "Yes, but now after the brain is transplanted into the cloned body, the new body will also age rapidly. What the genetic experts say is that this is because the brain is old and affects the body.
"In short, there is no way to achieve immortality by relying solely on cloning technology. It can only extend life a little."
As he spoke, Donald stretched out his hand: "Welcome to the land where money can buy everything. Many of you yearn for this superior feeling. They don't like others to be equal to themselves."
Wang Ping'an: "I've already seen it, on the plane."
Donald: "What about you? Do you want to be more equal than others? In my company, I will definitely not let a talented person like you go unnoticed for so many years."
"No, that's my own problem. You may not know that my psychological health report was on the verge of turning red."
Donald looked back at his secretary in confusion: "There is such a thing."
The secretary was speechless: "You haven't finished reading the routine report I gave you?"
"If I read it every time, what do I need from you? Your responsibility is to be by my side and explain things to me at any time."
Wang Ping'an: "Is it coming next? The famous Yofael!"
Angele: "Your tone is wrong. You need to be more condescending. You fire!"
"Your guidance is correct."
Donald looked embarrassed: "No, I can't do that. Because he represents other directors."
Wang Ping'an: "I understand. Recommendation brings great honor. Mr. Lu Xun is really a god."
Donald smiled and said: "I didn't understand what you said, it's not important. Come on, let me show you the benefits you can gain from coming to our company."
Wang Ping'an also smiled: "Okay, let me see how you win over me."
He took out the mobile phone and the connected power bank from his pocket with a calm expression - in fact, the power bank is the key to this mission, the quantum connection bridge.
His strategy was to have this thing appear directly in Donald's field of vision.
At this moment, two bodyguards with detectors came forward: "Boss, we want to check whether he carries..."
"Why are you so ignorant? This is my guest, and my guest does not need to be inspected!" Donald said angrily, "You are fired!"
It seems that the recommendation of these two bodyguards is not very prestigious.
After driving away the bodyguards, Donald pulled Wang Ping'an into the armored vehicle. As soon as he sat down, he took out the champagne from the refrigerator: "Come, try this real cellar champagne. This is not mass-produced wine by a machine!"
Angele had just followed Wang Ping'an into the car when she happened to hear this sentence and said doubtfully: "But champagne is not good for aging. Only certain types of wine such as Bordeaux are good for aging. And wine has the best drinking time.
The taste will change if you drink it after this year."
Donald froze in embarrassment holding the wine glass: "Really? I thought the older the better. I said why I drank this 60-year-old champagne and it tasted a bit weird."
Angele laughed directly: "Sixty years? If it is Bordeaux red wine, it can only be stored for such a long time and still have flavor under the humidity and temperature of a specific old cellar."
Donald poked his glass on the small table in front of him and muttered: "I'm just telling you why the wine merchant has an inexplicable smile on his face when he sells my wine."
Wang Ping'an: "I suggest you hire someone to teach the wine merchant a lesson. For example, you can kill his horse and throw its head on the bed where he sleeps."
"Like Don Corleone? I like this proposal." Donald snapped his fingers, and the secretary sitting in front immediately turned around, "Just do it."
Secretary: "But that wine merchant doesn't keep horses."
"Then find a horse, kill it, and throw the bloody horse head on his bed! Remember to throw it into the quilt!" Donald sighed, turned to Wang Pingan and said, "I'm fed up with these Ivy League school graduates.
people."
Wang Ping'an: "They may lack some imagination. After all, they have been in a privileged environment since they were born, and they have less experience. How about you come to our place? Our elites are all real elites."
People like Irene who come from poor backgrounds and can go to good universities are basically one in ten thousand. Children from rich families have a better learning environment, and there are a series of backdoors to go to, such as those from noble families.
Each school has a recommendation system and you can go directly to famous schools.
Donald looked at Wang Pingan with surprise: "You actually tried to instigate me? Have you understood the situation?"
Donald seemed to have really not expected that this person would turn against him. His eyes were as wide as bells, but he did not show any lightning-like shrewdness.
Wang Ping'an raised his hand and waved it in front of him: "Hello?"
Donald: "You actually got hit by our computer."
Wang Ping'an: "What did your computer say?"
"She said you would turn against me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the microphone on the wall of the carriage on the left side of Wang Pingan spoke: "I just made a general inference. Wang Pingan is obviously a staunch anti-Japanese fighter. According to past records, even if such a person is arrested and imprisoned,
, he will also unswervingly instigate rebellion against the prison guards while preparing to escape from prison.
"And their ideals have a fatal appeal to ordinary people living in dire straits, so often this kind of rebellion can influence people in a subtle way.
"This is why before World War III, the CIA believed that the Warsaw Pact camp had completed brainwashing techniques, and was therefore very panicked."
Wang Ping'an: "I understand, the CIA is scared to death by the situation in MI6."
At this time, the secretary in front who could not be dismissed reported back: "The fleet is ready and can set off at any time."
Donald: "Very good."
Wang Ping'an: "Why does your team take so long to prepare?"
"Because we have to pass through the Van der Linde area. Normally we fly to and from the airport. Today there is intelligence that our rival company has prepared anti-aircraft missiles in the Van der Linde area."
Wang Ping'an: "Really or not? Are you sure it's okay to tell me the truth? You want to instigate me, so why don't you show me how peaceful you are here?"
Donald laughed loudly: "Everyone knows that our place is not as quiet as the years, and that is your selling point. Our main focus here is a thrill. But don't worry, we have taken care of the main gangs in Vanderlyn District, and
The Six Street Gang secretly loyal to us, this trip is very safe."
As he spoke, he made his signature gestures, opening and closing his hands constantly, as if he were playing an accordion.
The slashes and backslashes in this chapter are actually a compromise made because the arrow symbols of my input method are not displayed at the starting point. You can understand it. In addition, as the title says, today's scapegoat is
A certain mobile game, hey, I went to play this, but I didn’t code it properly.