The night is already dark, even though the house is brightly lit, there is a sense of natural silence, so that the gentle voice coming from the communicator seems particularly clear and transparent, as if every syllable is vibrating from the eardrum and pressing into the eardrum.
The inner cavity is deep and penetrates the bone marrow.
Ronan kept turning and asking questions until the last sentence "What should I do?" Even though his tone was gentle, the meaning behind it was chilling.
Mo La never wanted to get used to his bad temper, and had long wanted to interrupt him with words. However, at this moment, invisible thin ropes in the void would pass by him, like strings, chains, and swords, and they would whisper deeply, penetrating into the bottom of his heart.
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This invisible voice echoed Ronan's helpless "what to do".
Gee, it’s so easy for children nowadays to learn bad things!
And it seems that he is still learning from me...
Mo La stared at the wine glass in his hand. There were a few drops of dripping water at the bottom of the glass, rolling back and forth, but he couldn't get out of the way unless the whole cup overturned.
The index finger moved a little away from the wall of the cup, flexed and stretched a little, and it was still flexible, but there was always an uncomfortable feeling permeating it.
This made her give up the crazy idea of "throwing a cup". But at this time, perhaps Ronan's statement came to an end, and the maddening pressure in the air relaxed slightly, giving her a chance to speak.
Perhaps it can be said that he "signaled" her to speak.
Mo La kept smiling and was very cooperative: "What should we do...yes, junior brother, what do you want to do?"
"Only by improving efficiency." Ronan completed the closed loop of the argument, which was simple and undeniable. "This is what efficiency means to me. Likewise, this is the key reason why, Senior Sister... I call you 'Senior Sister' now."
Mo La curled his lips: "It's a bit philistine, junior brother."
Ronan ignored her comment and continued talking, but he seemed to jump to a new area:
"I've been thinking about one thing and observing in the past two days. It stands to reason that the decision they made about 'what's the sky?' is unlikely to be the result of one person slapping their head on the head at a moment's notice, especially when it comes to the direction issue. A PPT throws
When we came out, we made up our minds - why did He Bozheng make such a rash decision?"
This is a real problem, Mo Ladan smiled and said nothing.
Ronan didn't expect her to answer, and continued: "In addition, how arrogant do you have to be to put the first step of raising funds for the business plan in Xia City? Right under my nose? Is there such a person?
Wouldn’t it be better to run the business well elsewhere after all the hard work?
"Just like you provoked me in Xia City, you were actually covering for you to 'layout' the PPT and plant sea blue flowers for Xi Wei... This method has a good effect. It only needs to be used once, which is a pity. So, why can't you do the same here in Xia City?
A 'cover'?"
Language is used to express ideas. Although Ronan asked questions, he also advanced step by step: "Before you came to Xia City, you went to Ban City, Di City, and what other cities were ahead of you. I don't know, but at that time,
Basically no one has noticed you or Luo Yuan. With your status, you don’t need to use any sensational hot topics to create an impact. Maybe it’s more reasonable to do things quietly like this?
"So, the 'Kong Tian He' side may not be the beginning of your action, but it may also be the middle or last link of a series of persuasion. If so, the scale will be really impressive.
"This can also give Kongtianhe a reason: because there is a consensus within a considerable range, which probably represents the collective will of a certain military and political group - when Sister Yueyin first taught me, she
I have said that the seemingly dispersed military and political systems in various cities can still have some synergy, especially the military.
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"Of course, it doesn't rule out that they will be stupid when they see you."
"Oh, thank you for the compliment." Mo La smiled.
"I am indeed complimenting you."
Ronan didn't deny it at all, so that the atmosphere of the conversation became more and more consistent with his gentle voice - if you ignore the silently expanding "noose" around him.
"The existence of this military and political group, or at least an 'alliance', will result in a relative concentration of resources in the earth's local time and space.
"No matter how those shares are adjusted and changed, in general, Li Wei will take a big piece; the coordination and control of the military and political groups will take another big piece. Of course, there are also interest disputes. You have me, and I have others.
you.
"In this way, Li Wei, the powerful military and political groups can occupy more than half of the local resources? The high concentration is indeed disturbing, but if you want to obtain information quickly, this situation is not unacceptable. Well, the premise is to obtain the information
The severely corroded metal railings were swaying and groaning on the edge of fracture, changing their tune at any time, but Ronan's speech and attitude remained steady, gentle and calm from beginning to end:
"Currently, both Li Wei and the military and political groups are secretive and not frank with me. I have many information channels, but the integration and judgment require a process, and there is no fidelity.
“If you want to know the details of both sides as quickly as possible, or to communicate with each other when necessary, you need a fast channel.
"For example, senior sister, you."
The corresponding value judgment finally came to fruition. After Ronan's progressive support, everything seemed particularly logical.
"You should have come out of Li Wei's laboratory, and you still have a very close relationship; now you have joined forces with Luo Yuan, attracting the military and political group represented by "Kong Tian He".
"At present, you have shown that the most suitable channel is... as long as you are willing to cooperate."
Mo La shrugged: "That's really an honor."
Ronan's tone was calm: "So, please use your value to promote the progress of this big project. Don't procrastinate. It makes me feel that it would be better to pick and choose among other relevant people. That would be very helpless."
"
Mo La refilled the glass with wine, his posture still calm: "I will carefully evaluate and consider it."
"Please hurry up, and besides..."
"Um?"
"I'm really interested in the deep blue world."
"That's great...Hey, hello? Cut!"
Communication was interrupted, and in synchrony with it, the presence of the invisible strings around them gradually disappeared. Everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened before.
Mo La understood that such an attitude was clearly intended to destroy the tone of "unequal cooperation".
Well, this is not called cooperation now, at most it is a deposit. Only if she comes up with something that satisfies Ronan can there be room for discussion on subsequent "cooperation".
Mo La frowned slightly and thought hard, but because of this, he forgot to pour the oil, and the glass overflowed with red wine.
She suddenly woke up. This kind of scene that should never happen happened to her. It was so despicable and ridiculous that even self-deprecation could not get rid of it.
Mera really laughed out loud, and finally it returned to a light whistle.
Not to others, only to yourself.
Over at the sofa set in the living room, Xi Wei groaned and woke up again, probably stimulated by the noise at the bar.
tonight
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She had done this over and over again many times, but this time, when she was struggling to fall asleep again, suddenly there was cold liquid pouring down from the top of her head, neck, and back.
Xi Wei let out a short scream and reflexively wanted to get up, but she didn't use her strength on the soft sofa. Instead, she rolled over and fell onto the carpet in a heap.
It was only then that she saw clearly that the culprit behind all this was none other than Mo La.
This terrifying woman was looking at her with a smile. Most of the red wine glass in her hand had been poured out, but she still had no intention of stopping.
At this time, dark red wine seeped out from the gaps in her hair and flowed down from her forehead, covering up the tears that came from her eyes.
The next second, a quarter of the remaining wine was thrown in her face, and some of it even hit her eyes.
A slight pain, but compared to the huge, uncontrollable fear, the slight pain on the skin, what is it?
Xi Wei's heart was grabbed so hard that she didn't dare to escape, let alone resist. She just sobbed and repeated the exhausted and unreasonable reasons:
"I was too scared to make that call. I regretted it after I made the call. I really..."
"It's not because of this." In the front, Mo La squatted down, face to face with her, breathing audibly, "Be good, it's not because of this."
Xi Wei burst into tears: "I really..."
"If you explain again, I will get really angry."
Xi Wei froze there again, choking back the words on her lips.
"You don't understand, we are actually in the same boat!"
Mo La opened her arms, took Xi Wei's stiff body into her arms, and patted her back gently: "What you feel now is what I feel. I was once pretentious, and then was trampled on by others, and I had to pay compensation.
Smiling face... But what you get at such a price is not what you want at all.
"Do you think so too?"
Xi Wei was trembling and couldn't control it no matter what.
Mo La laughed in her ear: "I'm joking, but the next thing is not a joke...
"you're free."
Xi Wei was still in a trance of fear and completely unresponsive.
Mo La shook her head, let go of her embrace, pulled away slightly, then stretched out her hand to gently pinch Xi Wei's chin, looked at her for a few times, and gave her a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips:
"You can leave now. I won't look for you again. Haiqinghua will stay with you and we will have nothing to do with you in the future. The price is that this house belongs to me, and you don't come to disturb me in the future so that I can concentrate on writing materials.
May I?"
Xi Wei didn't realize it until she was halfway through her words. She hesitated for a second, and then nodded hurriedly under Mo La's particularly sincere eyes.
As she moved, droplets of liquid splashed, and it was no longer clear whether it was wine or tears.
Mo La took back her hand and stood up.
Xi Wei half-stepped back, half-crawled, distanced herself, and said nothing. She just held her cold arms, walked around the sofa set, and staggered away.
But she definitely didn't understand. She didn't pack her luggage or anything like that. She didn't even care that she was almost naked, and her hair, cheeks, shoulders and back were still dripping with alcohol, and she was just trembling in a daze.
Go out and don't stop for a moment.
"Actually, there's no need to be in such a hurry."
Mo La shook her head, but she didn't give any kind reminders. She just sat back on the bar, poured another glass of wine, and entered the long-term exam state: