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Chapter 311 Strangers

I don't have what you want here.

One general succeeds and thousands of bones wither; one king visits thousands of households and weeps.

But the people will never support a executioner who decides life and death. Just like you now, if you pick up a sword with a human appearance, they will call you a beast, and kill evil people with a monster appearance, and they will shoot you. .

I won't care about your defense.

You know it all, so you take the initiative to seek shackles from me. Only in this way will humans be willing to ignore your evil deeds that belong to "justice".

Although this yoke is simply a piece of waste paper.

——President of China, Tong Zehai

Blue Star Calendar At 8:00 a.m. on September 13, 2020, Lin Shuwen, who was in the hotel, finally waited for the notice from President Tong Zehai.

Two hours later, in the Presidential Reception Room No. 2 located in the central area of ​​Wanmin Building, Lin Shuwen, dressed in a formal suit, respectfully completed all due etiquette.

At Tong Zehai's signal, the two sat on both sides of the tea table and took the tea prepared by the waiter.

"Are you feeling a little uncomfortable? Haha, Uncle Tong, I chose this place because I just hope I can have a more peaceful conversation with Shuwen."

"For bothering Mr. President to bother you so much, Shuwen is just an ordinary citizen of China. Shuwen is grateful to Mr. President for accepting Shuwen's request for conversation, let alone being picky about these heart-warming details." Already."

"Humility and etiquette are good habits, but being too entangled in them would be too distracting. Shuwen, just call me uncle Tong like Xiaoyu and the others do."

Weaken etiquette - bring the two parties closer together;

Give a special example - hinting at the position that Lin Shuwen hopes to be in.

Tong Zehai's two simple words actually stated one of his conditions: he hoped that Lin Shuwen could work for him as "Bing Yu".

"I dare not go beyond that. I am just a monster who is lucky enough to be appreciated and promoted by Lan Xin. Fortunately, I am appreciated by the President and can talk to you as a citizen of the Kingdom of China. Shuwen will not pursue any privileges above this."

Transcendence – emphasizing distance;

Point out "Bole" - implying that you will not change owners;

Calling yourself a "monster" - suggesting that being too close to oneself will cause unpredictable consequences; (results that humans cannot understand)

Lin Shuwen said many things and put his bottom line and current situation in front of Tong Zehai. With his gentle and gentle attitude, neither humble nor overbearing, President Tong Zehai's professional smile revealed a sense of appreciation on his face.

"I have never regarded you Shuwen as a "monster", otherwise I would not have given you and your "Xiechi" team the qualifications of mercenaries of the Kingdom of China. Although some regrettable things have happened, You and your "Haizhi" team will always be my approved mercenaries."

When one identity cannot open the way, start with another identity. The identity of the Chinese mercenary "Dagger" is not only the reason why Lin Shuwen can move freely (an identity that can be used in public), but also an identity that can be used by organizations like the Chinese government. Provide justification for strength.

Of course, the latter can be exerted and used far beyond its superficial "power".

"He is also a mercenary certified by the Chinese government. So, I would like to share the purpose of meeting you, the President, here. Is that okay?"

Lin Shuwen once again maintained a personal distance from Tong Zehai. Lin Shuwen, who was accustomed to the localized interpersonal model of China, knew very well that for the people of China, the most important thing was

The most commonly used and most basic way to win over others is to "guanxi".

Start by establishing a relationship between yourself and the other party, and develop from interpersonal relationships to interest relationships. The two relationships influence each other, creating a relationship that is either solid or fragile, providing more possibilities.

But Lin Shuwen's current situation is like a duckweed, and he hopes to wait until the dust settles ("Shadow Kill" is stable or he is stable) to listen to the opinions of his master or Lan Xin.

Nowadays, he is not alone. From Waning Yue to Aike, there have been so many concerns around him unknowingly. As their backbone, he must choose carefully.

What's more, he is also a time bomb that will explode without knowing when. Now that he can still control it, he will subconsciously reduce the scope of his "explosion".

"But I don't have what you want here."

"I just want to be a human being."

"No, you just grasp a certain standard of human beings: subject to reason and rules. To imply that you are still a human being."

Tong Zehai immediately pointed out Lin Shuwen's thoughts. He had analyzed Lin Shuwen in the analysis of the conversation between Ao Xing and Yun Luo. Even on the eve of this meeting, he and Ao Xing discussed it late into the night.

About how to deal with Lin Shuwen's increasingly unstable existence.

"but……"

"But you hope to solve your problems as a "human" through behaviors and privileges that ordinary humans and the public cannot understand."

"I……"

Lin Shuwen lowered his head and looked at the fragrant tea in his hand. The thin white smoke blurred his vision.

Just like his own existence, it was also blurred.

"You once mentioned in the argument with Xiaoling that you act by rules other than human beings. You represent more than just humans."

Tong Zehai took a sip of tea with ease and began to guide him after discussing with Ao Xing.

Lin Shuwen followed him and took a sip of tea together according to etiquette.

"You have already ignored human rules, so why are you here pretending to pursue human rules?"

"Because of something I can't tell you."

"Because of these things, you want to clarify your existence and make yourself "a human being."

"Um……"

Just like Lin Shuwen's social existence, Lin Shuwen's existence after returning from Xushan can also be described as a duckweed:

Children of human parents, dragon and phoenix co-souls, dark elementalists, aliens, may be the unawakened alien god "Darkness", and may even have more identities.

But at the same time, the Outer Gods headed by Naia are very eager to survive as an Outer God, which means that they will forever lose something that only the current self can cherish.

He clearly understands that once he is completely transformed into what they want him to be, his attitude towards and treatment of humans, this planet, and the "family members" he cherishes now...

No, he didn't dare to think about it. For him now, that would be a bad ending that would make him want to desperately rewrite it.

"But this is not something that can be confirmed through me giving you "you can kill as you please or "do justice"". That is another kind of counterfeit."

Tong Zehai picked up the mobile phone on the tea table

, pressed a few times, and three minutes later, the secretary who had just made tea walked in holding a stack of information.

Lin Shuwen looked at the stack of documents, which were all printed with the symbols of the Chinese government and "Shadow Kill":

Red eight-pointed star and black eyes.

This is the highest-level document in China.

"These are the real things I can give you now. As long as you are on the land of China, as long as you do not arouse public attention, no matter what you do, you are allowed."

Tong Zehai held the stack of documents with a congratulatory smile, but Lin Shuwen felt a chill from head to toe.

"This is what you really want, the convenience of doing whatever you want. Those things about identity are actually just your own creation and practice, and have nothing to do with this incident. Right?"

"Uncle...Mr. President..."

"Just call me Uncle Tong, because I admire you from the bottom of my heart. Human beings are complex. If the basic life form of this universe is human beings, it means that the creation of this universe itself is "complex" and " "Chaos", for example, I am both "Mr. President" and "Uncle"."

Tong Zehai made the most crucial conclusion, and Lin Shuwen stared blankly at the man in front of him. The peace of mind and trust he had felt from this man as an ordinary person surged up like a tide.

At first, my analysis and understanding of the words was still missing:

The "heart" between people.

"Self-identity is just an auxiliary to help you make the "right choice." But the so-called rightness does not only depend on humans. No, humans themselves have never been unified in their definition of "right choice."

Tong Zehai placed the documents on the empty space on the left side of the tea table and stood up from the sofa.

"What you should do is that the existence that guides you to make the right choice is "correct", even if that existence is a hateful monster."

"To keep that "heart"?"

"That's your own understanding."

Tong Zehai left the living room and got into a car headed to the next office under the guidance of his secretary.

Lin Shuwen stood in the door frame, staring at where the car was going. Above his head, warm sunlight filled the door frame.

"Are you leaving? Mr. President has prepared a residence for you. Can I take you there?"

"No, please thank Uncle Tong for me."

The secretary who came to ask was the core secretary of the president who had obtained the highest-level document. Lin Shuwen turned to look at her, who was maintaining a standard posture, and leaned forward towards her.

"What are you doing?!"

"Thank you for your hard work. Don't feel panic. This is what I think I should do in my "heart"."

"You are truly a respectable person."

"You are the same. Every shining light, no matter how small, is the most worthy of my care, respect and praise in this world."

Lin Shuwen turned his head and walked straight to the road leaving Wanmin Building. Behind him, a well-trained secretary watched him leave quietly. Then he walked into the reception room and carefully sorted out the documents placed on the coffee table. Privileged files.

Finally, he put away the razor blade and black pen placed on the tea table.

Duckweed gradually found its landing port.


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