I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

In the previous society, the poor lived in a small mountain village or small town all their lives; in today's society, the poor may live in a certain corner of a city for their entire lives and have no chance to meet the world. Many young people who have no money go to university for the first time, and the premise is that they can be admitted to university.

Chen Ling's family has no money. He has never traveled since he was a child, except for the spring and autumn outings organized by the school. When he was in college, he didn't travel with his classmates either because he didn't have enough money. Chen Ling has only seen deserts on TV, and never thought that one day he would go to the desert to make US dollars. Therefore, Chen Ling didn't understand what to pay attention to and what measures to take in the desert. He came with a simple change of clothes as if he were traveling.

The Dao Huan system is a cross-fork system. It never takes the initiative to find Chen Ling, let alone teach Chen Ling how to prepare for a desert trip.

So, he is embarrassed now. Chen Ling didn't want to become a dragger for this team because of his ignorance.

Fortunately, I wore sunglasses.

Sunglasses are a thickening device for the face. Chen Ling didn't dislike Guillaume's teasing, accepted it humbly, and said to François: "I am in the desert for the first time and have no experience. Please help me prepare."

Francois was about to answer when a crisp voice came from his ear: "Okay, no problem." He heard Molly talking.

Chen Ling wears sunglasses. No one can see who his gaze is facing. François and Molly thought they were talking to themselves. Chen Ling didn't expect that Molly would snatch François' words. When she was slightly stunned, Molly said again: "Come with me, I'm an expert in the desert." After speaking, he turned and entered a tent.

Chen Ling made an expression at François and entered the tent.

Guillaume looked at Chen Ling's back, approached François, and smiled: "Your God of Wealth can only be offered, not brought out."

Tall and thin, Guillaume is a well-known expert in desert tracking. He has the nickname "Wide-eared Fox". He has a very high vision and looks down upon people. Moreover, consistent with his thin appearance, what he said was like bones without flesh, which made people uncomfortable.

François and him have known him for a long time, and have long been accustomed to it, and said: "It is normal to come to the desert for the first time. However, you, the tracking expert, have not discovered that although it is not the hot season in the desert, you and I are both He has been sweating, and Mr. Chen has not even a single drop of sweat on his face until now."

Guillaume was reminded by him, thought for a few seconds, and said, "It seems so, why doesn't he sweat?"

Most people go to the desert for the first time, and it is during the high temperature period during the day. Whenever they move, they will be hot and sweaty.

"Guillaume, Mr. Chen is not just the God of Wealth." François looked at the sand dunes in the distance and said, "You will know slowly, the militants are like mice being teased by cats in front of him."

In the tent, Molly took off her sunglasses and looked at Chen Ling. The first sentence was: "Mr. Chen, please take off your clothes."

Chen Ling obediently took off his short-sleeved T-shirt, his upper body was naked, his muscles were well-proportioned and his lines were graceful. Chen Ling usually likes to play football, and his figure is good. Later, after accepting the meeting ceremony of Dao Huan, his physical fitness improved and his appearance became more symmetrical and fit.

Molly glanced up and down, nodded, seemingly satisfied with the scenery in front of her, and said with a smile at the corner of her mouth: "Pants and shoes are also taken off."

Chen Ling hesitated, embarrassed to take off his pants in front of a lady he had just met.

"Your cropped trousers can't protect your calves, and sneakers tend to get sand, so it's best to change them." Molly explained.

Chen Ling turned around, blushing, according to Molly's instructions, took off only a pair of red boxer briefs, and slowly turned around.

Molly was holding her right elbow in her left hand, holding sunglasses in her right hand, propped up on her cheek, and looked up and down Chen Ling unscrupulously.

Just when Chen Lingkuai couldn't support it, Molly put on sunglasses and said: "In the desert, the most important thing to wear is to wrap yourself up and expose your skin as little as possible. Look at me, just wear sunglasses. No place is exposed to the sun. The clothes in the box are all desert-specific. You can choose the appropriate long-sleeved T-shirt, trousers, socks, gloves, and I will help you choose boots and scarves. Wrap yourself."

Chen Ling quickly turned around, bent over, and picked clothes from several boxes.

Molly stared at Chen Ling's red ass, and asked: "Mr. Chen, do you often work out?"

"No, I never work out."

"Then you have such a great figure, is there any secret?"

"I play football."

Molly pursed her lips, stopped talking, and watched Chen Ling pick and put on clothes. Then he turned around and rummaged in the box for a while, and threw a pair of boots in front of Chen Ling: "Try this."

These boots are thick-soled leather boots. They are insulated, comfortable and breathable. There are no straps to ensure that fine sand will not enter, but they are inconvenient to wear. Chen Ling put it on after a while and stood up.

Molly looked at Chen Ling up and down, nodded, and said, "It's not a scarf and a hat." Turning around and starting to find a suitable wide scarf and a big round hat in the box, she said to Chen Ling, "Please sit down, I Help you wrap it up."

Chen Ling sat on the chair obediently. Molly held Chen Ling's head, leaned against her chest, and began to wrap Chen Ling in a turban: "The turban not only blocks the sun, but also blocks the wind and sand. It is a must-have item for desert travel."

Chen Ling felt a hard bump on the back of his head.

"Sorry, my magazine knocked your head down."

"It's okay." Chen Ling was a little disappointed.

"Mr. Chen, what weapon are you used to?"

"..."

"Do you use cold weapons?"

Chen Ling couldn't use any weapon, no matter whether it was hot or cold. Chen Ling didn't want to conceal. The ancestors said well, knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, knowing.

"I don't need weapons..."

"Wow, you are a master of Kung Fu! Okay, Mr. Chen, you are ready to wear." Molly patted Chen Ling on the shoulder, "I will ask you about Kung Fu if I have a chance."

Chen Ling smiled awkwardly: "I don't know Kung Fu."

Molly's eyes widened behind her sunglasses: "Then how do you fight?"

"I don't know how to fight."

Molly took off her sunglasses and stared at Chen Ling's eyes: "Mr. Chen, we are going to fight the militants and rescue the hostages. You said you can't fight?"

Chen Ling looked at Molly's blue eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, and shook her head and said, "I can't fight, but..." Chen Ling couldn't continue. Speaking of dealing with militants, Chen Ling has no special skills. Not only is he incapable of fighting, he doesn't know anything about tracking, driving, etc., and he has never rode a camel.

This trip to the desert came in a rush, and Chen Ling only now realized that he did not know enough about this mission and was not prepared at all.

"But you can command, don't you?" Molly said coldly

"Command? Yes, yes, I will command." Chen Ling's little chicken nodded like a rice peck. When in danger, the system improves its abilities, obtains information in advance, and uses information to command combat personnel.

Molly laughed angrily: "Very well, Mr. Commander!" After speaking, she strode out of the tent.

Chen Ling decided to start from this moment, take this desert trip seriously, and learn little by little. He checked his dress, searched for a few bottles of sunscreen, and walked out of the tent.

Molly was gathering with Guillaume and others, whispering. Francois greeted him: "Mr. Chen, how do you say you can't fight? I have seen your skill."

"I don't know how to use a gun." Chen Ling spread his hands, "I haven't had any formal training in fighting either."

"Your skill is enough, my vision can't be wrong. Moreover, the most important thing is your on-site analysis, judgment and command. I have never seen someone as good as you."

"Uh... I told Molly that I know how to command."

"Yes, you can command it, and we can deal with militants."

Chen Ling glanced at Molly and others gathered together, and said, "She doesn't seem to like my command."

François watched Chen Ling specifically point out Molly, and smiled: "She must accept the command. It has been said beforehand that you are the commander of this mission. She doesn't like it because you said you can't fight."

He said, pointing to his head: "She has a bad memory here, so she doesn't like a commander who can't fight."

Chen Ling frowned: "You come to command, I don't know anything about deserts."

"Mr. Chen, don't worry, I will deal with the things in the desert, and you can direct the battle. I will reiterate the discipline to them!" After that, Francois shouted loudly: "Guys, I will explain again. Now, the commander of this operation is Mr. Chen Ling. Everyone must obey his command. If you disobey the order, I will let him become the sand in the desert!"

"You just turned me into sand, and I don't want a commander who needs protection!" Molly objected.

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