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"No problem, this matter will be taken care of by us, don't you think so, Kawako?"
The man with short hair and colorful arms sitting on the bench stood up, patted Muchuan on the shoulder and said.
As soon as these words came out, the people around him frowned.
The man with a short head and colorful arms is named Wang Gang. He is the same age as Muchuan, and he played best with him in the orphanage.
It's a pity that he didn't want to study, so he dropped out of junior high school and went out to work, embarking on a different path from Muchuan.
Every time Wang Gang came back, he would be caught by the old dean and scolded and educated.
He was afraid of seeing the old dean, but he often came back to visit him.
Muchuan shook his head: "What are you talking about? Grandpa Dean will definitely be fine."
"Yes, yes! Look at my mouth, bah! Bah! Bah!" Wang Gang said while lightly slapping his face.
The other two people standing nearby, one is Hong Weicai, a sophomore in high school this year.
Another girl named Yue Shuhui is a freshman this year.
Both of them are a few years younger than Muchuan, so there is a generation gap.
Even though we were in the same orphanage when we were young, we didn't play together.
Belonging to familiar strangers.
Neither of them liked Wang Gang, but they had a very fond impression of Muchuan, the only Wenquxing in the orphanage, and looked at him with eyes full of admiration.
Yue Shuhui asked: "Brother Muchuan, you graduated this year, right? What kind of job are you doing in Huacheng?"
"I..." Muchuan hesitated. He couldn't say that he was unemployed.
All the top students in 985 are unemployed, so what's the use of studying?
This will dampen their vision for the future. Muchuan thought for a while and said:
"I joined the Penguin Group, and I'm still a newcomer. The salary is not bad."
He did get in.
But he resigned again.
For the sake of fitness, no one would believe this reason.
As for salary, his monthly income is as high as 5 million, which is indeed not bad.
Rounding it all off, he didn't lie either.
"Wow, is it true?" Hong Weicai and Yue Shuhui's eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's true. You should also work hard." Muchuan encouraged.
"If Grandpa Dean knew this news, he would definitely be very happy." Hong Weicai suddenly said sadly.
As soon as the director was mentioned, everyone suddenly fell silent again, looking worriedly at the red light in the operating room.
Not long after, the door to the operating room was opened.
The attending physician came out, shook his head helplessly and said:
"We tried our best, let's prepare for the funeral."
It was like a thunderbolt struck everyone's heart, causing everyone's mood to plummet to the bottom.
Hong Weicai and Yue Shuhui burst into tears in front of the old dean's bed.
Muchuan, Wang Gang and Zhao Jianyong could only deal with the dean's death while holding back their grief.
Eating a banquet is a very lively event in the village, whether it is a red or white event.
Asking someone to count the days, it took seven days to eat, go to the funeral, cremate, go up the mountain, and bury the body.
The old dean has no other relatives.
In addition to the seven or eight little kids currently in the orphanage, Muchuan and the others contacted everyone who walked out of here.
In the end, only eleven or two people came back to see the old dean off. Muchuan didn't know whether the old dean's life was worth it.
After finishing their work, everyone went their separate ways.
The 300,000 medical expenses prepared for the old dean were not used, and Muchuan was ready to return to Huacheng.
Before leaving, Zhao Jianyong found Muchuan and handed him a cigarette. He was the honorable person of the Ninth Five-Year Plan!
It seems that Brother Yong has lived a very good life these years. Muchuan shook his head and said: "Thank you, Brother Yong, I don't smoke."
Zhao Jianyong lit one himself and said:
"Do you know what I've been doing all these years?"
"Uh..." Muchuan was stunned. Brother Yong doesn't seem like someone who likes to brag about his achievements.
"I don't know." Muchuan shook his head.
"Have you ever heard of Tiangong?" Zhao Jianyong suddenly asked.
Muchuan's pupils shrank involuntarily, then he smiled calmly and said:
"Is it the heavenly palace in the online game, or the one in myths and legends?"
Zhao Jianyong blew out a smoke ring, looked at the mountain peaks in the distance, and said quietly: "It's the one in the circle of apostles!"
Muchuan confirmed that Zhao Jianyong was also an apostle and a member of Tiangong.
But how did Zhao Jianyong know that he was also an apostle?
"What picture is it from?"
"apostle!"
"What the hell?"
Zhao Jianyong: "..."
He and Muchuan grew up together, and he knew Muchuan's character very well.
Muchuan didn't want to talk about things, even if he asked them a hundred times, he would get the same answer.
Zhao Jianyong took out his mobile phone, called up a painting and said:
"This is passed down from the headquarters. Although the painting is ugly, acquaintances can still see it."
It was a portrait, at most similar to Muchuan.
But Zhao Jianyong was convinced that this was Muchuan.
"I will take good care of the orphanage. You can wish yourself well." Zhao Jianyong said quietly, but he did not expose Muchuan.
Since Muchuan didn't admit it, he just pretended not to know.
It may not be a good thing for a person like 'Dad' to enter the Heavenly Palace.
"Does your company have good welfare?" Muchuan asked.
If it really doesn't work, it would be a good idea to find an organization, at least there are acquaintances in it.
Zhao Jianyong pointed to a few subordinates beside the old village chief in the distance and said:
"Our company's benefits are similar to theirs.
How many college students take public examinations and want to work in a mixed system to ensure their income during droughts and floods.
But look at the celebrities and wealthy businessmen in society, who cares about this?
People who are truly capable will also want to get out after they come in.
Our company's benefits are really good. If you stay here, you can at least surpass 80% of the people in the circle.
People without abilities can survive in this game.
A stable life is the reason why many people come here.
But this place... is not suitable for people with extraordinary talents and ambitions. "
Zhao Jianyong made it very clear, almost the same as what the goddess said.
Muchuan smiled and said, "Overall, it's pretty good. At least it's better than 80% of people struggling in society."
"That's natural. I'm not a genius." Zhao Jianyong laughed at himself and said:
"There is a guy in our company whose codename is Jiangnan Erlangshen.
He is a true genius that I have ever seen. He is wise and courageous, thoughtful, unparalleled in scheming, and has a piercing eye. These words are not enough to describe him.
He deserves to be ranked above the goddess.
But... recently he has been overtaken by the goddess, do you know why?"
Muchuan didn't answer. Answering would be equivalent to him admitting that he was "dad".
Zhao Jianyong didn't wait for his answer and said to himself:
"Some second-generation apostles asked him to help them in the Phantom Realm. Do you think he helped or not?
If you don't help, you have to waste your number of phantom realms and reduce your own foundation.
No help, those are all real 'prince'-like figures.
There are always people in the company who will hold him back, haha... It's all about human nature, and even a genius like him is inevitable. "
There was some regret in Zhao Jianyong's tone. He seemed to know the guy codenamed "Jiangnan Erlangshen".
"That's such a pity." Muchuan agreed.
"Well, I won't say much more. In this three-acre area of Shu capital, my words are still useful.
If one day you can't hide anymore, you can come to me and I will try my best to protect you. "
Zhao Jianyong said and patted Muchuan on the shoulder.
Muchuan nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Yong, for your concern."
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"No problem, this matter will be taken care of by us, don't you think so, Kawako?"
The man with short hair and colorful arms sitting on the bench stood up, patted Muchuan on the shoulder and said.
As soon as these words came out, the people around him frowned.
The man with a short head and colorful arms is named Wang Gang. He is the same age as Muchuan, and he played best with him in the orphanage.
It's a pity that he didn't want to study, so he dropped out of junior high school and went out to work, embarking on a different path from Muchuan.
Every time Wang Gang came back, he would be caught by the old dean and scolded and educated.
He was afraid of seeing the old dean, but he often came back to visit him.
Muchuan shook his head: "What are you talking about? Grandpa Dean will definitely be fine."
"Yes, yes! Look at my mouth, bah! Bah! Bah!" Wang Gang said while lightly slapping his face.
The other two people standing nearby, one is Hong Weicai, a sophomore in high school this year.
Another girl named Yue Shuhui is a freshman this year.
Both of them are a few years younger than Muchuan, so there is a generation gap.
Even though we were in the same orphanage when we were young, we didn't play together.
Belonging to familiar strangers.
Neither of them liked Wang Gang, but they had a very fond impression of Muchuan, the only Wenquxing in the orphanage, and looked at him with eyes full of admiration.
Yue Shuhui asked: "Brother Muchuan, you graduated this year, right? What kind of job are you doing in Huacheng?"
"I..." Muchuan hesitated. He couldn't say that he was unemployed.
All the top students in 985 are unemployed, so what's the use of studying?
This will dampen their vision for the future. Muchuan thought for a while and said:
"I joined the Penguin Group, and I'm still a newcomer. The salary is not bad."
He did get in.
But he resigned again.
For the sake of fitness, no one would believe this reason.
As for salary, his monthly income is as high as 5 million, which is indeed not bad.
Rounding it all off, he didn't lie either.
"Wow, is it true?" Hong Weicai and Yue Shuhui's eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's true. You should also work hard." Muchuan encouraged.
"If Grandpa Dean knew this news, he would definitely be very happy." Hong Weicai suddenly said sadly.
As soon as the director was mentioned, everyone suddenly fell silent again, looking worriedly at the red light in the operating room.
Not long after, the door to the operating room was opened.
The attending physician came out, shook his head helplessly and said:
"We tried our best, let's prepare for the funeral."
It was like a thunderbolt struck everyone's heart, causing everyone's mood to plummet to the bottom.
Hong Weicai and Yue Shuhui burst into tears in front of the old dean's bed.
Muchuan, Wang Gang and Zhao Jianyong could only deal with the dean's death while holding back their grief.
Eating a banquet is a very lively event in the village, whether it is a red or white event.
Asking someone to count the days, it took seven days to eat, go to the funeral, cremate, go up the mountain, and bury the body.
The old dean has no other relatives.
In addition to the seven or eight little kids currently in the orphanage, Muchuan and the others contacted everyone who walked out of here.
In the end, only eleven or two people came back to see the old dean off. Muchuan didn't know whether the old dean's life was worth it.
After finishing their work, everyone went their separate ways.
The 300,000 medical expenses prepared for the old dean were not used, and Muchuan was ready to return to Huacheng.
Before leaving, Zhao Jianyong found Muchuan and handed him a cigarette. He was the honorable person of the Ninth Five-Year Plan!
It seems that Brother Yong has lived a very good life these years. Muchuan shook his head and said: "Thank you, Brother Yong, I don't smoke."
Zhao Jianyong lit one himself and said:
"Do you know what I've been doing all these years?"
"Uh..." Muchuan was stunned. Brother Yong doesn't seem like someone who likes to brag about his achievements.
"I don't know." Muchuan shook his head.
"Have you ever heard of Tiangong?" Zhao Jianyong suddenly asked.
Muchuan's pupils shrank involuntarily, then he smiled calmly and said:
"Is it the heavenly palace in the online game, or the one in myths and legends?"
Zhao Jianyong blew out a smoke ring, looked at the mountain peaks in the distance, and said quietly: "It's the one in the circle of apostles!"
Muchuan confirmed that Zhao Jianyong was also an apostle and a member of Tiangong.
But how did Zhao Jianyong know that he was also an apostle?
"What picture is it from?"
"apostle!"
"What the hell?"
Zhao Jianyong: "..."
He and Muchuan grew up together, and he knew Muchuan's character very well.
Muchuan didn't want to talk about things, even if he asked them a hundred times, he would get the same answer.
Zhao Jianyong took out his mobile phone, called up a painting and said:
"This is passed down from the headquarters. Although the painting is ugly, acquaintances can still see it."
It was a portrait, at most similar to Muchuan.
But Zhao Jianyong was convinced that this was Muchuan.
"I will take good care of the orphanage. You can wish yourself well." Zhao Jianyong said quietly, but he did not expose Muchuan.
Since Muchuan didn't admit it, he just pretended not to know.
It may not be a good thing for a person like 'Dad' to enter the Heavenly Palace.
"Does your company have good welfare?" Muchuan asked.
If it really doesn't work, it would be a good idea to find an organization, at least there are acquaintances in it.
Zhao Jianyong pointed to a few subordinates beside the old village chief in the distance and said:
"Our company's benefits are similar to theirs.
How many college students take public examinations and want to work in a mixed system to ensure their income during droughts and floods.
But look at the celebrities and wealthy businessmen in society, who cares about this?
People who are truly capable will also want to get out after they come in.
Our company's benefits are really good. If you stay here, you can at least surpass 80% of the people in the circle.
People without abilities can survive in this game.
A stable life is the reason why many people come here.
But this place... is not suitable for people with extraordinary talents and ambitions. "
Zhao Jianyong made it very clear, almost the same as what the goddess said.
Muchuan smiled and said, "Overall, it's pretty good. At least it's better than 80% of people struggling in society."
"That's natural. I'm not a genius." Zhao Jianyong laughed at himself and said:
"There is a guy in our company whose codename is Jiangnan Erlangshen.
He is a true genius that I have ever seen. He is wise and courageous, thoughtful, unparalleled in scheming, and has a piercing eye. These words are not enough to describe him.
He deserves to be ranked above the goddess.
But... recently he has been overtaken by the goddess, do you know why?"
Muchuan didn't answer. Answering would be equivalent to him admitting that he was "dad".
Zhao Jianyong didn't wait for his answer and said to himself:
"Some second-generation apostles asked him to help them in the Phantom Realm. Do you think he helped or not?
If you don't help, you have to waste your number of phantom realms and reduce your own foundation.
No help, those are all real 'prince'-like figures.
There are always people in the company who will hold him back, haha... It's all about human nature, and even a genius like him is inevitable. "
There was some regret in Zhao Jianyong's tone. He seemed to know the guy codenamed "Jiangnan Erlangshen".
"That's such a pity." Muchuan agreed.
"Well, I won't say much more. In this three-acre area of Shu capital, my words are still useful.
If one day you can't hide anymore, you can come to me and I will try my best to protect you. "
Zhao Jianyong said and patted Muchuan on the shoulder.
Muchuan nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Yong, for your concern."
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