He didn't want to get hung up on the name Ye Chong.
It's a bit embarrassing.
What Zhang Mingyang said just now was obviously conveying some kind of message.
The meaning is very simple.
Zhang Mingyang was suspicious that the guy in front of him who called himself Jesse Pinkman was Ye Chong himself.
However, with Zhang Mingyang's wealth and experience, if he really confirmed Jesse Pinkman's true identity, he would definitely see through it without revealing it.
This is a question of IQ.
It’s also a matter of emotional intelligence.
Zhang Mingyang has neither of these.
Therefore, when Zhang Mingyang suddenly said what he just said, he was actually collecting information and evidence for his further judgment.
It also shows that Zhang Mingyang is still unable to confirm the true relationship between Jesse Pinkman and Ye Chong.
even...
What Zhang Mingyang said just now was a bit deceptive in itself.
In the final analysis, Zhang Mingyang just felt that the appearance of Jesse Pinkman gave him a slightly familiar feeling.
In other words, Zhang Mingyang hoped from the bottom of his heart that the gray-bearded foreigner in front of him would be his long-cherished old friend—Ye Chong, the man of the hour who ranked seventh on the list.
no way.
Zhang Mingyang, with a preliminary level of cultivation as an intermediate martial arts warrior, serves as the principal of Yangcheng Martial Arts Academy, which became famous for its martial arts competitions. The pressure is getting bigger and bigger.
The level of martial arts is too low.
Most of Yangwu's teachers, especially the new ones, are much higher than him. The status of martial arts warriors is basically considered mainstream, and some teachers are even on their way to becoming demigods or even quasi-gods.
There is also pressure from students.
In Yangwu Campus, martial arts warrior-level students have appeared.
At the same time, students who are intermediate martial arts warriors and above are becoming the mainstream of martial arts.
Sometimes, Zhang Mingyang, the vigorous principal, can't hold his head high in front of his students.
There was even an unbearable thing that happened.
A senior martial arts warrior-level student who violated school rules actually patted Zhang Mingyang on the shoulder in public.
When he, Principal Yangwu, decided to suspend the other party for probation, the other party's eyes were filled with threats.
It's so frustrating.
The key is this and more.
There is also pressure from the Imperial Martial Arts Department.
Recently, there have been rumors circulating that the Imperial Martial Arts Department is integrating with the Ministry of Education, and a new candidate for Yangwu Principal will be determined soon.
Such rumors had a great impact on Zhang Mingyang's work.
However, the above points are not the most important reasons why Zhang Mingyang feels so much pressure.
For him, a veteran who has been immersed in official circles for many years, these will only bring some anxiety at most, but they will not make him choose to retreat in despair.
In fact, the inner suffering was the most unbearable for him.
Zhang Mingyang is very clear that in today's martial arts world, as the principal of Yangcheng Martial Arts Academy, if he cannot establish authority with his strength and only relies on administrative power to control the school, he has gone against the trend of the times.
Moreover, the strategic development of the school and the handling of key matters are not supported by a high enough level of martial arts, which makes him, the principal, increasingly have no say.
To be honest, Zhang Mingyang was very afraid that Yang Wu, who was developing vigorously, would fall into the quagmire because of his own reasons.
And for all these problems, he felt that only one person could help him solve them.
That person is Ye Chong.
This is why Zhang Mingyang hopes that the gray-bearded old man in front of him can be related to Ye Chong, or even Ye Chong himself.
"Zhang," Jesse Pinkman looked at Zhang Mingyang quietly, "The person who entrusted me hopes that I can help you, and I am also happy to do something, but now that I have met with you, I
I found this to be difficult.
Your foundation is too weak.
Moreover, in the early stage, in order to pursue speed, we neglected to lay a solid foundation.
Zhang, I have to say that you are embarking on the path of a Qi-blood warrior.
All right.
Even so, the limit of your realm that you can improve in the future does not seem to be too high.
Sorry, Zhang."
"I know." Zhang Mingyang looked dim and nodded, "However, I am still very grateful to Mr. Jesse and the gentleman who asked you to come here.
My foundation is indeed too weak. I am very satisfied that I have been able to reach my current level in a short period of time.
Ha ha.
What happened to the Qi-blood warrior?!
That's also a warrior, right?!"
Zhang Mingyang laughed at himself, and then said: "It's just that Mr. Jesse's trip was in vain, and the gentleman who entrusted you thinks so highly of me. Mingyang is both grateful and guilty. I don't say thank you for the kindness, and I bow to Mingyang."
."
When he said this, Zhang Mingyang clasped his fists with both hands and bowed, his face extremely solemn.
"Zhang, I didn't do anything," Jesse Pinkman shrugged. "You don't have to be so polite."
"Mr. Jesse is disappointed." Zhang Mingyang forced a smile and looked sad.
Snapped!
Jesse Pinkman lit a cigarette, put his hands behind his back, looked out the window, and soon drowned himself in the thick smoke.
Zhang Mingyang stood with his head bowed, speechless, and looked extremely lonely.
Not long after, Jesse Pinkman came to Zhang Mingyang and said in a deep voice: "Zhang, it's not that there is no solution to a situation like yours, but the price you pay is too high, and it also requires you to have the fighting spirit and unrestrained attitude to face death."
The will to never give up on the goal, and the heart to sink the boat rather than destroy it.
It's easier to say if you are a young person.
But at your age...
To do this is by no means simple, or even difficult."
"Mr. Jesse, nothing can stop my upward ambition," Zhang Mingyang looked firm, as if there were small flames beating in his eyes, "What Mingyang wants in his life is to realize his ideals and values, do his best for the rejuvenation of the human race, and is willing to
It’s a bit difficult to sacrifice one’s life and blood for it, but what’s the point?!”
Zhang Mingyang's voice was not loud, but every word seemed to contain powerful power, surging and surging in the small and cramped space.
"Okay, Zhang, as long as you have confidence." Jesse Pinkman nodded, "I hope you can persevere.
Give you three days to prepare.
In these three days, put an end to everything you can't let go of.
I suggest you write your suicide note.
This will allow you to completely relax."
"Mr. Jesse," Zhang Mingyang said in a deep voice, "I have already made preparations. It does not take three days and can start at any time."
"Oh?" Jesse Pinkman was a little surprised, "Zhang, you haven't written all your last words, have you?"
Zhang Mingyang quickly came to the desk, opened the drawer, and then took out an envelope and handed it to Jesse Pinkman: "I have written my last words a long time ago. Please take a look at it, sir."
"No, Zhang, that's not necessary." Jesse Pinkman waved his hand, "It seems that you are very determined, so okay, let's start now."
thump!
Zhang Mingyang suddenly knelt down on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Master is here, I bow to you, my disciple."
Jesse Pinkman was shocked. He didn't expect things to develop to this point.
As a result, before he could react, Zhang Mingyang began to kowtow.
Fortunately, Jesse Pinkman's hair was gray and he looked to be at least ten or twenty years older than Zhang Mingyang, so it was quite reasonable for him to receive such a few blows from him.