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There would always be different little episodes in life. Lao Hei's episode had become much richer after that dream, as if that dream had allowed him to find the true meaning behind it. Now he used to hook up with different women in different places, and as a rental partner I always saw that the woman who came out of his house in the morning was not the same woman as the last time. In any case, the company naturally went out of business after his death, and he became unemployed again. He spent a lot of time flirting with women. When the company went bankrupt, Lao Hei and the other employees all received a bit of severance pay. Although it wasn't much, it was enough for him to spend for a few months.

The recent episode in Manager Qian was a bit tragic, like "Black Sunday". He and Monica had a good relationship, and they occasionally talked deeply about marriage. But every time this topic was brought up, it was always the end of the argument. The reason is simple. I think most of the post-80s couples who have considered getting married in big cities like Beijing and Shanghai have experienced similar quarrels. This was not a question of emotions at all, but rather, it was a matter of reality that there was no problem with emotions at all.

Monica could not accept marriage without a house. As for Manager Qian, after using all her family's resources to sell her house, she could not even sell a two-bedroom house in Shanghai. Monica grew up under the envious gazes of others, and these women in the company chatted together when they had nothing to do. Either it was more than a house or a car, or it was more than someone's shoes or a high grade cosmetics product. Therefore, no matter what, she could not accept the fact that there was no marriage. It was not because she did not love the Manager Qian, but because the "pride" of this era was truly a little strange. "In other words, society always wanted to have a place where one could hide from the wind and rain, and only then did they feel a sliver of" security ". This sense of security was exactly what many women pursued their entire lives to pursue.

On this hot Sunday, the Manager Qian came to my house to drink. The North Korean food that Lao Hei brought from the Northeast had all been eaten, but this guy really had some skills. After running to the market and returning home, he busied himself in the kitchen for a while. Then, Three Lives, Three Lives, Three Lives and Three Lives were brought to the table. All of the dishes were from the northeast. The cold dishes were mixed with triticale, garlic, cucumber skin, and a bountiful harvest. The hot dishes were stewed meat, ground three dishes, and cumin slices. I went downstairs to Union and bought some beer, and we started eating in the living room. After a few bites, we found that the food tasted really good.

"I say, Lao Hei, you're not bad. "Don't be in such a hurry to find a job. It's better for us to open a Northeast restaurant than to work for others. We're so tired that we don't even have much money." I mumbled as I chewed on the sweet and sour meat.

Lao Hei was very proud, he drank a mouthful of beer and said, "When brother was in the Northeast, deep in the mountains and forests, if there was nothing to do, you would think about it yourself. At that time, he would go back to the forest farm once a month. The climbing plow was full of food, so he would do all sorts of things when he went back. He had plenty of time anyway. However, it's fine if you open a restaurant in Shanghai, but don't talk about other things, just the price of the house, you can't even afford to rent a restaurant. "

It would be fine if he did not say anything, but the moment he said it, he touched upon Manager Qian's sore spot: "Who knows, take a look at the current prices. I calculated it myself a few days ago. My salary is in Shanghai and I want to buy a 90-square-foot house. Do not eat, drink, sick, do not raise children do not respect parents. 30 years, and this is a house bought in the outer ring suburbs without taking inflation into account. "

"Let's not talk about this, let's chat happily." Seeing that my brother's mood was getting heavier and heavier, I hastily changed the topic.

Slowly, we started to talk about how we had killed Ma De Gui and thought that it was the Manager Qian's Ghost Slash. Otherwise, Lao Hei and I would definitely die. Our analysis concludes that this Ghost Slash may only be able to cause tremendous damage to ghosts or humans that use energy like Primordial Spirit. But as for why this Ghost Slash was able to follow the Manager Qian's Primordial Spirit into Lao Hei's dream, we have no idea. Maybe this weapon also had its own "Primordial Spirit".

The only reason why chatting was that the depressed man had ordered the dishes together with the wine, not to mention Lao Hei's delicious Three Lives Heating. We went from toasting to fighting over the wine, until we ran out of wine. Helplessly, we took out the remaining half of a bottle of Erguotou from Lao Hei's fish and drank it all. From afternoon until night, the three of them finally found a place to lie down and fell asleep.

When he woke up in the morning, Manager Qian had already left. He didn't know if he went back in the middle of the night or in the morning. Lao Hei was naturally still sleeping. He still hadn't found a job, so he didn't need to wake up early.

When I put down my coat and checked a few emails, Lucy, the front desk clerk, called me and told me that a foreigner was looking for me." When he got to the front desk, he saw a tall, middle-aged white male with square blond hair and a stocky build. He stood there like a javelin. If he hadn't shaved in half a year, he would have looked like Engels, because his cheeks were all blue, and he looked to be about forty years old.

From his posture and temperament, I was 100% sure that this guy had been a professional for many years. I couldn't help but think back to the last trip to Great Xing'an Mountain, and my heart became a bit more cautious. When he saw me, he said in fluent Mandarin, "Mr. Sun, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."

"It's like this, Mr. Sun, my name is Quinn? You can call me Quinn. This is my name card. " I shook hands and sat down to introduce myself as usual, but when I took the card I nearly jumped out of my chair.

There was a famous Logo on the business card. A black bear melon pattern was located in the middle of the red Sniper Rifle sight pattern. On it was the mercenary company that had appeared in almost all wars for the last ten years — — BlackWater.

Black Water (now XeServices)

LLC, known as Blackwater Security, is the largest mercenary company in the world (note, none of them). Created in 1997 by Erik Prince, a retired Marine Corps member, and several comrades, with headquarters in North Carolina. The company employs over 80 thousand people, two-thirds of whom are highly trained mercenaries. On the surface, the main businesses were bodyguards, consultants and the like. They also played the role of "opponent" in Special Force training in many countries. But in private, he took in all the dirty work, and for a time he had a bad reputation as a prisoner abuser in Iraq.

But for such a company, I glanced at the title of Quinn, and saw that it read "Senior Security Advisor". Carrying these questions, I put down the name card, glanced at Quinn's blue eyes, and indicated for him to continue.

Unexpectedly, this guy even used an idiom, "Then I'll go straight to the point. According to what I know, Mr. Sun knows some Chinese traditional and magical things, and he also knows how to deal with supernatural things. I've been ordered to organize a military operation. So if we want to invite Mr. Sun to join us, we will offer a very generous reward. "

For a moment, I had the illusion that I was traveling through time and space. The scene from a year ago seemed to be repeating what I was seeing now, the same conversation in the conference room.

The only difference is that the beautiful Osaka Ryoko back then has already turned to dust now, and the soil has turned to dirt. However, this Quinn still sits in front of me alive. The curious thing is how they found out about me. The last time I came back from DaXing'Anling, I asked the foreign teachers to delete all relevant content from the blog.

He didn't answer my question immediately. Instead, he took out a photo and tossed it to me. The picture stuck to the smooth surface of the desk like a passing hockey puck. Taking it over, I saw that it was actually the baldy who had almost beaten me to death in Great Xing'An Mountain. On my left arm, I still have this fellow's' remembrance 'for me. He still didn't have a hair on his head, but the background was somewhere in Europe.

"You should be familiar with this man. He shot a man named Abe in downtown Japan. BWPT (Blackwater Umbrella Group), a Japanese security company that was wanted by the Japanese police and later sent to the United States, joined the Blackwater Security Company six months ago. Tell me what he knew about you, including some of your magical skills. Thus, I came here to invite you to join me. Don't worry, we will arrange for someone to protect you throughout the journey. You can also bring your own assistant. All you have to do is deal with something outside our capabilities, or provide some advice. " He took a sip from his disposable paper cup and stared at me blankly, waiting for an answer.

"Well, forget it, I'm an amateur." "I don't know what your military operations are really like, I only know that if you encounter anything powerful, you just have to rely on me. You guys just wait for your deaths." I firmly rejected his proposal.

It was obvious that Quinn was not a person who liked to spout nonsense, and did not insist like last time. He stood up and said, "Thank you for your time, the reward is US $1 million.

After meeting Lao Hei and Manager Qian tonight, I casually mentioned this matter. I didn't expect the two of them to stop what they were doing and look at me with an unprecedented seriousness.

"What for?" I'm a little confused.

"If I were you, I would go, sigh" Manager Qian shook his head, seeing that he was not joking, Lao Hei nodded to express his support for Manager Qian's idea.

"Are you two crazy about money? "I was afraid I would lose my life if I earned it." I didn't have to wait long, so they told each other the reason.

"I want to get married early, so I'm afraid of getting into a fight over the house. If we continue, I'm afraid we'll be separated!" Manager Qian's words caused me to feel a pang in my heart.

"Only when one has money will one have more women" was different from Manager Qian in wanting his to cry, Lao Hei was someone who deserved to be scolded.

"It might not be as dangerous as you think. Remember, we still have the things on the Ghost Scripture. As you said before, Black Water is a top mercenary company, each one of them is an experienced career soldier. Maybe they just heard some legends and want to add another layer of insurance. " The Manager Qian kept listing out his reasons.

I threw Quinn's name card onto the table in the living room and returned to my room to read. Manager Qian and Lao Hei didn't accept the name card, but sat on the sofa in a daze.

Lying in bed, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't concentrate on the book. In my ears, I could hear the sounds of Monica and Manager Qian quarrelling, and I accidentally bumped into them. "Rent a house and get married? Do you understand women? I was actually going to rent a house and get married; I was working in the subway and sweating every day, and I was only going to buy clothes online instead of in a store; I wasn't going to use ESTEELAUDER or Gucci. I can put up with all that, but I can't stand to get married without a house. "

I thought about how whenever I fought with Monica, the Manager Qian would find a place with no one to secretly shed tears. However, every time they chatted, he would just work harder. He would also study English and finance as much as he could in preparation for the public accountant examination. Thinking of Lao Hei who sent the severance pay back to his family, thinking of him, thinking of many, many things … I don't know how long I thought about it, but when I returned to the living room, both Manager Qian and Lao Hei were watching TV. I picked up the card on my desk and used my cell phone to call. "Three of us, $1.5 million," I said.

There was no hesitation on the other end of the phone. "Deal, details of the interview!"

After hanging up, I ignored their surprised and excited eyes, so I said calmly: "Two money bums, you take turns to light a cigarette and pour a glass of water for me...