In the early morning of the next day, after standing for a while and boxing with Mr. Yang a few times, Tang Chao cleaned up and went out on his electric bicycle to go to work as usual.
Life is still going on as usual. It cannot be said that some unforgettable unlucky things will affect anything. There is no reason to live like this. The sky will not fall, so there is no need to worry about it. Besides, last night's opportunistic attack was also
To a certain extent, I vented some of the negative emotions I felt when I first heard the news...
Similar to the principle that exercise helps the quality of sleep, it turns out that negative emotions still have to be vented through more negative behaviors to feel refreshed.
Talking about last night's attack, it seemed that the flood had once again washed away the Dragon King Temple, but the Tang Dynasty didn't care and just hit them. It had nothing to do with whether it was the Xie family's strength or not, and it had nothing to do with Guo Mulan...
Although it was a bit surprising to him that the latter happened to appear there, well, having said that, last year when the demolition incident was reported to be frustrated, this person seemed to have mentioned that he would fight to the end, no matter if his surname was Xie or he had the surname of Tianwang Laozi.
So, are you targeting the Xie family this time?
Have courage.
I secretly praised it, but actually I didn't take it to heart. Everyone will have their own choice to stick to, which is fine. It has nothing to do with others, as long as you can afford the consequences.
Although the Tang Dynasty is not optimistic about Guo Mulan's approach, this does not mean that the latter cannot find out anything. In fact, his business ability is quite outstanding, especially in the side business. He is full of passion and enthusiasm, but
With the Xie family's huge influence in Lingjiang, even if something is found out, it may not be reported to the public, and it is destined to be a useless effort.
Just like those big men who rushed to the street last night, Tang Chao knew what to do. Except for the two who were knocked down by the steel pipe, those were actually the least injured. The other big men were in the hospital for half a year at the least, and half paralyzed at the worst.
There are various possible sequelae after treatment. Such a horrific injury, involving more than ten people, is considered an extremely serious case of mass injury. However, neither the TV network nor the print media has said a word about it, at least not on the surface.
, as if it never happened.
This is undoubtedly abnormal. The only explanation is that it was suppressed deliberately.
They will probably investigate secretly, but that has nothing to do with someone. That's the fact. What does what Song Qingming did have to do with the Tang Dynasty?
I went to work at 9:30 and arrived at Baicao Street at 9:20 as usual. There was no need to wait for Mu Ling to open the door. If Tang Chao had the key, he opened the door, clocked in, and waited a few more minutes. At about 28 or 29, Mu Ling was carrying soy milk and fried dough sticks.
Ling appeared on time, hurried in like a gust of wind, clocked in at the buzzer, and then burst into energetic laughter several times, quite proud of himself.
This kind of scene happens almost every working day in the morning. Mu Ling lives nearby and punches in at the right time every day. Unless there is something wrong with the clocking machine, there is no mistake, which is a great achievement.
With greetings, the day's work officially begins.
Well, apart from simply cleaning the front desk and working environment, there doesn't seem to be much else to do.
When there was no order, Tang Chao would read books and sharpen knives, while Mu Ling would watch TV dramas, play games, and occasionally gather wool. They each did their own thing and communicated, but the way they communicated was quite special, and they basically didn't raise their heads.
I chatted away the whole day while staring at the screen and reading a book, and the conversation went quite smoothly. The general situation is like this...
"Sister Qing won't come today?"
"No, I went to watch the scene with my former colleagues. It seems to be the case that Sister Qing was responsible for before... Are you stupid? You can't recognize the murderer right in front of you? Are you kidding me? Rubbish Korean drama, insult my IQ! Go play games...
…I probably won’t come here these days, I heard it’s going to be quite troublesome…”
"Oh, it seems that Sister Qing still likes to be a police officer."
"That's right, if it weren't for my father's relationship, Sister Qing wouldn't have delayed her job before... You are ready, are you using Xiaobawang? Why do you play games with such rubbish configuration... But now Sister Qing seems to have stepped out.
In the past, she would always find reasons to refuse dinner appointments with her colleagues. By the way, did you encounter a kidnapping case when you went out yesterday?"
"There is such a thing, a desperate human trafficker..."
Pa, he threw the mouse angrily, "A bunch of noobs! Can't beat them to death even with their remaining health? It's a rubbish game and it's ruining my youth... Just keep talking."
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If there were outsiders present, they might not be able to understand the conversation, and they probably wouldn't be able to keep up with the chatter of a hammer in the east and a stick in the west. Zhong Wanqing and Lao Wei would also come over, the former more frequently, the latter because
The relationship between family and comrades-in-arms is relatively busy, and nothing happens rarely.
At noon, the delivery person arrived, who was actually a waiter from the restaurant next door. He gave him two portions of rice and a few home-cooked stir-fry dishes. The price was very cheap after being made from AA. He ate at the spare station. Mu Ling had the habit of watching dramas while eating.
Normally at this time, the computer screen would be slightly turned around to watch the series, and Tang Chao would watch half an episode after another.
Today was special. Mu Ling didn't watch the drama. Instead, he took the time to type on the keyboard while eating, as if chatting with someone. Tang Chao glanced at the dialog box on the screen. He was bargaining, and Mu Ling was the seller.
Probably noticing Tang Chao's gaze, Mu Ling explained casually, "I grabbed a few tickets from online scalpers, tickets for Korean pop concerts, and resold them to make some milk tea money... Do you want it? If so, I'll give you the cost price.
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"Uh, no, thank you." Well, there are quite a lot of ways to make money. This is not a scam, but it is also a way of monetizing network technology. The general method is to grab some star concert tickets that are in short supply and then sell them.
Sell them to real fans and earn the price difference, which can be regarded as an Internet scalper that emerged in the new era.
Mu Ling is still very particular. She does not compete with the public for tickets from the official website. Instead, she makes special software to defeat the online ticket scalpers. She intercepts the scams from the latter and sells the tickets for a very low price, just add a few cups of milk tea.
Money... This is obviously not about making money. What you should enjoy is the sense of accomplishment of beating peer software. You can't afford to offend the technical geeks.
This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Well, it doesn't look like you are interested in South Korean celebrities." She didn't sell it, and Mu Ling didn't take it seriously, so she went with the plan she made.
In terms of price, as long as the tickets are popular, she really has no shortage of buyers, so this is a deal.
Tang Chao smiled and shook his head, pointing to the electronic ticket sent on the screen: "I already have this ticket."
"ah?"
"It's a gift from a friend. It's useless if you don't watch it." Faced with Mu Ling's stunned gaze, Tang Chao explained casually, "Speaking of which, I don't think you often watch Korean dramas? Didn't you leave one for yourself? Then we can
Let’s go together.”
"What I like are actors, and those who give concerts are singers. What's there to see?"
"That's true."
After lunch, she continued to work for half a day in the afternoon. Mu Ling continued to play the game, an online game that was still in internal testing. As a master in this field, she naturally had no shortage of things like invitation codes.
Looking at Tang Chao who was staying at the work station, he asked curiously why he didn't sharpen his knife today. Hearing this, Tang Chao was stunned for a moment and said he wanted to take a rest before going over.
Okay, I'm still a little worried.
Although nothing is certain, the missing liaison officer may not choose to be in Lingjiang. Taking a step back, even if the connection is in Lingjiang, Tang Chao's true identity has not been exposed, and the probability of being involved is very small.
...But somehow, Tang Chao always had a bad feeling.
Countless times in the past, history has shown that intuition should not be underestimated, especially in the field of killers.
It's not that he's worried about his own safety. If there is no retreat option, Tang Chao won't be afraid of facing Fuuma Musashi. It's not that he has never fought in his previous life and both sides would suffer. What he is afraid of is affecting the people around him and breaking his current peaceful life.
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This is also his biggest weakness, or weakness. He has always protected it very well, being careful and walking on thin ice.
It's a pity that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. There are some things that he can't decide... Let's take a look. If we really encounter it, let's try it...
Once you have worries and bonds, you are no longer a pure killer. This is the industry consensus. But in order to protect these cares and bonds, I don’t mind becoming a real killer again...