Beauty and the Bodyguard

"This is your reward for going to North Africa."

Old man Lin carefully took out two crumpled hundred-dollar bills from a piece of well-wrapped rag and handed them to Lin Yi, who was looking at him eagerly.

Lin Yi didn't understand that the mission he performed was so dangerous, his enemies were so powerful, and the benefits obtained by his clients were so generous, but in the end his gains were so little.

Where did the old man get these top-notch tasks for himself?

Every time I narrowly escaped death, the reward I got was fifty or one hundred, which was okay, there were still three yuan and two yuan...

Lin Yi wants to cry every time he thinks of this.

After receiving the two hundred yuan that he had exchanged for his life, what Lin Yi wanted to scold most was, what the fuck!

Although he is an orphan, he has not had a mother since he was a child.

After fifteen years of learning kung fu and fifteen years of reading from the old man Lin who raised him, he can be regarded as a versatile scholar, right?

In ancient times, he was the top pick in both civil and military rankings, but he was treated like a laborer... When did this day end!

I heard that people in the city can get tens of thousands a year for building houses, but I only have to work hard every day for only 1,800 yuan a year...

"Old man, are you kidding me? Two hundred yuan? I doubt you are deducting my remuneration?"

Lin Yi had doubted this more than once, but the old man dressed and ate the same as him, and he didn't look like a rich man.

"It's good to have money. Do you think money is so easy to earn now?"

Old man Lin rolled his bulging eyes and said angrily: "What? You don't want it? If you don't want it, just give it back to me. I haven't gone to the snack bar of the Cuntou Wang Widow's house for a long time to get a toothpaste."

"..."

Lin Yi wanted to beat up the skinny old man in front of him, but he knew that if he did it, he would be beaten.

Lin Yi himself doesn't know how powerful Old Man Lin's kung fu is.

All I know is that every time he practices with me, he doesn't use his full strength.

Just when his kung fu improved to a higher level, he suddenly discovered that the old man had also improved to a higher level, and he was still his defeat.

"Okay, you've had enough experience over the years, and it's almost time for that big event."

Old Man Lin didn't even raise his eyelids, sitting cross-legged on the kang, knocking on a plate of fennel beans in front of him: "If you complete this task, you will not have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life!"

"real or fake?"

Lin Yi knew that since he was picked up by an old man when he was three years old, he has been learning kung fu, medical skills, and outside knowledge from the old man, just to do something big!

But Lin Yi doubted whether the reward for this important matter was as much as the old man said. One task could last a lifetime.

"When have I ever lied to you?"

Old man Lin threw another fennel bean into his mouth: "Are you going? If not, I will replace you?"

"Go, of course I will go!"

Lin Yi thought to himself, no fool would not go for such a good thing!

One task can last a lifetime, and I won’t have to work so hard in the future.

Even if it's a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, it's worth the effort!

"Well, then go ahead. Go to Songshan City, Pengzhan Group, and find a man named Chu Pengzhan. He will tell you what to do next."

An imperceptible evil smile flashed across the corner of Old Man Lin's lips: "But you have to think about it carefully. Once you accept this task, you must continue to do it and you cannot quit midway."

"Why? Why don't you let people run away when there is danger?"

Lin Yi is not the kind of person who is single-minded. He will not do anything even though he knows that he will die.

"Xiaoyi, I have raised you for fifteen years, provided you with food, provided you with drink, bought you a laptop, and bought you a 3G network card..."

The old man rolled his eyes and started chattering non-stop: "You only have so many problems when I ask you to do something, don't force me!"

"Depend on!"

Lin Yi became very angry after hearing what the old man said: "You raised me for the first three years. Since I was six years old, I have been cooking, chopping firewood, and weaving straw sandals to earn money to support you. Don't force me!"

"What are you secretly reading on the computer in the middle of the night? Don't think I don't know!"

The old man glared and said, "You forced me to say this! You are still facing the computer..."

"Okay...I'll go...I won't run away, okay?"

Lin Yi blushed. He didn't expect that such a secret thing he did would be noticed by this old guy. It's so fucking embarrassing.

If he were to continue talking, he might reveal some scenes that were not suitable for children.

So, under Old Man Lin's coercion and inducement, Lin Yi packed his bags, boarded the train heading north, and traveled thousands of miles to Songshan City, a modern and international metropolis.

Sitting on the train, Lin Yi was still looking forward to this mission. He could only dream of being able to retire with just one mission.

Although it can be felt from Old Man Lin's words that this task does not seem simple.

Well, it’s not easy to be challenging!

"Snapped."

A pock-marked man sitting opposite Lin Yi opened a can of Coke and threw the ring on the table.

The guy next to the man with a crew cut pretended not to care. He picked up the tab and played with it in his hand. After playing with it for a few times, he suddenly shouted:

"Wow! Wow! Wow! First prize!"

Although the crew cut's voice was not loud in the noisy train carriage, the passengers sitting nearby heard it and looked at him one after another.

The pockmarked face was naturally no exception. When he saw that the ring in Flathead's hand was exactly what he had just thrown away, his face suddenly became a little unnatural: "Give it back to me, this is mine..."

"What's yours? Where is your name written on it?"

Xiao Pingtou took back his right hand, held the pull ring tightly in his hand, and said with a glare: "Is your name First Prize?"

"No...I'm not calling for the first prize...I lost the first prize ring..."

Seeing the ferocious appearance of the little flathead, Mazi became a little timid, but he didn't want to lose what he deserved, so he looked at Griphook with trepidation.

"You also said that you lost it. Since you lost it, whoever finds it belongs to you."

Xiaopingtou snorted and said disdainfully.

"Hey, how could you do this?"

Mazi's face suddenly became anxious, and he shouted to a passenger opposite him, a man with glasses sitting on the left of Lin Yi: "Sir, you look like a scholar. How can you comment on him?" Yes, isn’t this just rogue?”

"Who's being rogue?"

The boy with a flat head was no longer happy, and turned to the man with glasses: "Master, tell me, who should own this ring?"

"Well……"

The man with glasses pushed up his glasses, hesitated and said, "I am a university teacher. Since you two trust me, I will give you an evaluation."

"Say it, say it!"

The pockmarked face and the crew cut both nodded, looking anxiously at the man with glasses who claimed to be a university teacher.

"It stands to reason that this big brother pulled the ring off the drink can, and the thing should belong to him..."

Halfway through the words of the man with glasses, a proud expression appeared on his pockmarked face, and the little crew chief suddenly became anxious. Just as he was about to say something, the man with glasses waved his hand to stop him, and continued:

"However, since this elder brother has already thrown away the ring and this brother picked it up again, it should belong to the later brother..."

"But you also said that the ring is mine..."

The pock-marked man burst into tears when he heard what the man with glasses said.

"In my opinion, it's better to just split the prize equally between the two of you, so that no one suffers!"

The man with glasses suggested.

"It's divided..."

After hearing this, Xiao Pingtou hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let's split it then."

Probably the little flathead also felt that his reasoning was a little untenable, so he agreed to the glasses man's suggestion.

As for the pock-marked person over there, he also saw Griphook clutching the little flat head in his hand. If he didn't agree, he might not even be able to get the hair, so he might as well share half of it, so he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, since you all agree, let's split up."

The bespectacled man took the can in the pockmarked hand and looked at it, and said, "It says here that the first prize is one hundred thousand yuan. After deducting 20% ​​of the personal income tax, the remaining eighty thousand yuan, but in view of receiving the prize It’s more troublesome. Whichever of you two is going to receive the award, just give the other person 30,000 yuan, and then go and receive the award yourself. What do you think of this idea?”

"OK!"

The pockmarked person thought it would be nice if he could get some money, so he agreed directly: "Give me 30,000, and then you go and receive the prize!"