Qu Jianlei's words are not modest. His onomatopoeia ability exceeds that of most people, but it has not reached a professional level.
The reason why he was able to hide it from the other two was purely because of his miscellany...that is, the cockscomb-headed man's voice was too special.
Even so, the second brother carrying the Gauss automatic gun still discovered something unusual.
Unfortunately, he discovered it too late and had no time to escape.
Qu Jianlei killed three people in a row, but he didn't feel any pride.
He carefully searched the surroundings and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that these three people were the only ones following him.
After checking the seizure, I was shocked to find that the second brother's Gauss automatic gun had been damaged.
This made him even more uninterested: What were you busy with this night?
At this moment, Morrison walked over excitedly and said, "Brother Qu, my cooperation is pretty good, right?"
Not only did he open his wound with a punch, releasing the smell of blood, but he also didn't yell at Qu Jianlei afterwards.
Instead, they cooperated with him and fooled his opponents.
Of course, once he shouted out, there was a high probability that he would be shot dead by Qu Jianlei on the spot.
But if he didn't cry out, it would be equivalent to tying himself to Qu Jianlei's chariot.
If the opponent wins, he will still die.
Considering that Morrison didn't know how many people were ambushing him, this time he was taking a big gamble.
Qu Jianlei knew that this man was very annoying, but stealing a tricycle... would not lead to death.
Those who have merit must be rewarded, and those who have failed must be punished.
So he nodded, "Well, you performed well. Our accounts have been settled, and you can leave."
"You're not...I..." Morrison was dumbfounded when he heard this. He really wanted to say this half a day ago.
But seeing that Qu Jianlei had five guns in his hands, he was a little reluctant to let him go now.
In the afternoon he was able to fish in troubled waters and intercept some goods, and in the evening he could afford Blue Beauty. Isn't it because of Qu Jianlei's power?
"Now that everything is settled, can I follow you in the future?"
"What are you doing with me?" Qu Jianlei frowned, "You can't do anything."
"I specifically found someone to make trouble for me... isn't this a debt?"
"I have strengths!" Morrison quickly expressed the value of his existence. "I am good at communicating with people. Everyone knows this."
"You are good at begging for mercy!" Qu Jianlei replied simply, and you are good at communicating... Are you mocking me?
"Begging for mercy is also a kind of communication," Morrison replied nonchalantly. "I'm not good at communication. I've died more than a dozen times!"
Qu Jianlei rolled his eyes speechlessly, "You shameless person, you are actually proud of this?"
He said this, but he actually agreed with it in his heart.
Morrison has a bad reputation for being indolent, but his social skills are definitely much better than his own.
"The most important thing is to live," Morrison said, not caring at all about the other person's ridicule.
He even said, "If you take me in, just leave it to me to do all the embarrassing things in the future."
For a moment, Qu Jianlei felt a little moved. Having such a subordinate would be very helpful to his development.
But it was only for a moment, and then he thought of Rogers.
Rogers was the person he saved, but he did evil things and eventually betrayed him.
And his reason is the same, he wants to live a better life.
So in the end, Qu Jianlei shook his head, "You have offended too many people, and I have no interest in making enemies of everyone."
"Those are small things," Morrison replied without hesitation. "If it was a big hatred, would I still be alive now?"
Qu Jianlei shook his head without hesitation, "I don't want to be distracted by factors beyond my control."
Once he straightens out the matters at hand and solves the hidden dangers of the transformation potion, he will devote all his thoughts to becoming stronger.
Morrison was stunned for a moment, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes.
But soon, he adjusted his mood, "Since the debt has been paid off, then we are considered equal now?"
"If you say equality, let's be equal," Qu Jianlei was too lazy to say anything to him.
Born in Blue Star, he believes that people should be created equal. But you, Old Mo, are already crooked!
Talking to me about equality at this time is a bit disrespectful!
Morrison rolled his eyes and said, "Now I have a suggestion. Let's work together... Are you interested?"
Qu Jianlei pondered for a moment and raised his chin slightly, "Let's talk and listen first."
"The person who leaked your information must be a cripple," Morrison asked bluntly. "You don't deny this, do you?"
After thinking about it, Qu Jianlei replied, "I can only say that he is not absolutely innocent."
His obsessive-compulsive disorder is not very serious, but when he encounters questions that require characterization, he will definitely try to be precise in his wording.
"Okay, not absolutely innocent," Morrison said, not wanting to argue with him about this - there was no point in doing so.
"Now that you've confirmed this, you should ask him for compensation, right?"
Qu Jianlei shook his head, "I don't think it's necessary. Why do we have to compensate?"
As long as his life is on the right track, he won't worry about not making money. How much money can a grocery store lose?
He never thought that he was being petty, and in the worst case, he would just not have to deal with this grocery store in the future.
Being kind to others is the true meaning of life, and worrying about everything...is not good.
Is this stupid again? Morrison felt a little confused.
But it's still not important, "Brother Qu, do you think it's unnecessary...can I feel sorry for you?"
Want to be an agent? Qu Jianlei narrowed his eyes, "It's your business to complain, I have nothing to do with it."
He was determined not to be confused, especially since this guy's reputation was already bad on the street!
"If you can't control it, you just don't object," Morrison laughed. This guy's emotional intelligence... is really weird.
"But when they want to deal with me, you won't ignore it, right? Otherwise, you will be looked down upon by others!"
After all, I am fighting for your grievances. You can tell me otherwise, but can you allow others to slap you in the face?
Qu Jianlei had a headache. He was really not good at dealing with interpersonal relationships.
He doesn't want to be taken advantage of, but he doesn't want to be looked down upon either.
After thinking for a long time, he said, "Don't use my banner. I will take half of the harvest."
He is indeed confident that he will make money, but...hasn't he not made it yet?
It is said that money is regarded as dung. If people eat whole grains, then they need to be cultivated in dung, okay?
"No problem," Morrison nodded simply. As long as you are willing to part with the money, this matter will be easy to handle.
It really doesn't matter whether you use banners or not. Do you really think that others won't have random thoughts?
Seeing that he agreed happily, Qu Jianlei pondered for a moment to express his gratitude.
"If someone else makes you anxious, you can come and ask me for temporary asylum... provided you don't do anything inappropriate."
"Of course," Morrison replied without hesitation, "If I want to misbehave, how can I have the nerve to ask for your protection?"
"Then it's settled," Qu Jianlei said simply, "It's better to leave than see him off."
"Just...just let it go?" Morrison was stunned.
It was now midnight, still in the wilderness, with three corpses nearby, and his wound had opened again!
Qu Jianlei also looked at him curiously, "Do you still want to have a midnight snack or something?"
Morrison didn't know what late-night snacks were, but he knew in his heart that there was nothing serious in this fool's mouth.
So he directly said, "Can you lend me a gun? It will be deducted from the harvest in the future."
Qu Jianlei asked curiously, "It's not that I can't lend it to you, but do you dare to shoot?"
"There's always a look," Morrison replied bluntly, "At least I have a gun in my hand...right?"
"Then I'll lend you one," Qu Jianlei handed over a Gauss automatic gun, "and some bullets."
After handing it over, he turned around and pedaled away on the tricycle.
When he returned to his den, it was already early in the morning, so Qu Jianlei didn't care so much and fell asleep soundly.
When he got up the next day, he went to Fat Sister's grocery store and said, "Fat Sister, I sell a knife."
The price offered by the fat lady was much higher than that of the cripple, "Five tubes of nutritional supplements!"
But Qu Jianlei still felt low, "Add more."
The knife of Huaya is indeed a bit broken, but it can still last for quite some time.
"Let's change it to charcoal." The fat sister didn't care about the dispute between the two yesterday, "I can give you more charcoal...winter is coming!"
"You have to exchange so much and wait for someone to steal it?"
"Who dares to steal from you?" Fatty asked nonchalantly, "You have a gun."
"Those with guns die faster," Qu Jianlei answered casually, "Do you have meat? You can also exchange meat."
This is not a lingo, but real meat. There is real meat to eat in the wasteland, but it is much more expensive than nutrients.
The taste is definitely better than nutritional supplements, but most people can't afford it.
Usually they are farmed livestock and poultry, but in the conditions of the wasteland, it is difficult for people to survive, and it is even more difficult to raise animals.
There is also meat from wild beasts, but most of the wild beasts here are mutated, and there are not many types that can be eaten.
However, even so, what everyone can eat on weekdays is mostly the meat of mutated beasts, and breeding them is too expensive.
After not eating meat for more than six years, Qu Jianlei decided to splurge.
If he is really a native of the wasteland, he may not be able to eat natural meat once in his life.
The fat sister looked at him strangely, "You can only change a small piece of mutated meat with your knife."
Qu Jianlei was stunned for a moment, swallowed, and then snorted coldly, "I will buy a big piece one day!"
It was a timid thing to say, but Qu Jianlei said it very naturally. If he wanted to go bankrupt, he could afford it now.
However, now is not the right time.
In the end, he exchanged the long knife for charcoal, but he felt unhappy.
There are more and more trophies in my hands, but I can't cash them in, which makes me very depressed.
He should need a lot of money...or energy in the future.
In the past, his life was only about food and clothing, and he did not dare to make money if he had any ideas.
Now there is a turning point. With this momentum, it can basically block most covetous people.
So now, in addition to solving hidden dangers, what we have to consider is making money.
But now it seems that it is a bit difficult to get rich by robbing families?
Two hours later, he rode a tricycle and arrived at the outskirts of the garbage dump.
He just stopped when a figure jumped out from beside him, "Brother Qu, what you did is a bit unethical!"
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