Is the Evil God Me?

"interesting."

After two waves of people greeted each other, Lynn looked down at the people in handsome military uniforms in the office. Before officially starting the conversation, both sides needed a little time to prepare, so in this factory area where gold and iron collided from time to time, Lynn observed this wave of people.

"This is the third time you've said it's funny."

Bill handed over a cup of hot coffee, which was supposed to have some pungent spice in it, and it smelled very refreshing.

"Of course it's interesting. Based on the information that the leader Ai Wen negotiated before, I have a bold guess." After thanking Lynn, he took a sip of the coffee, and then glanced at the topped coffee with some excitement.

"What a guess."

Ai Wen is waiting for Lynn to show his power.

"It was the long-faced officer with silver ears of wheat on his shoulders who was in charge of talking to you before, right?"

"That's right, it's him, his name is Snake, but I don't think he is similar to that kind of cold-blooded animal, I think he should be called a bear or a tiger." Ivan shrugged and spit out, for him those intrigues Might as well lift the iron a few more times, so that his beautiful muscles will be more beautiful.

This forge believer seems to have embarked on the path of [Squeak of Dispute].

[Casting Molten Core] I shouldn't have paid attention to Ai Wen.

"Is it Snake..." Lynn looked at the group of people and suddenly showed a somewhat sinister smile. He seemed to know why the conversation with Aiwen did not go well in the first few times, but he still needed a small test.

It's not luck that Mr. Xiao can find the reason so quickly, but the right direction.

"Mr. Aiwen, can you do me a favor later?"

"What are you busy with?"

Lynn beckoned and whispered in the ear of Big Muscle in front of Bill. Soon Aiwen showed an expression of wanting to laugh and holding back. The expression looked very painful. He took a strange breath before looking at Lynn seriously.

"Are you sure? What is this for?"

"Hey, you'll find out later." Lynn was a little playful with a juvenile temperament. He didn't explain why he let him do it, but urged him a little.

Bill's appetite was whetted, and he didn't know what kind of work Lynn had done. Mr. Squint is not in a hurry to ask, anyway, no matter what Lynn asks Ai Wen to do, he will find out in a while, he only needs to watch the play.

"Okay, then let's go."

Ai Wen didn't talk nonsense, and with a wave of his hand, he led the two people downstairs.

Because the negotiation with Qiu Ba is a matter of invisible interests, there are no tempting gourmet cakes, nor elegant and charming courtesans. It is a pragmatic style between Polytechnic Dog and Qiu Ba. Just after the two sides exchanged greetings, Ai Wen, who came over, opened his mouth directly, and told a joke with a rough voice in a loud voice.

"John and George were two of them talking about their new secretary, and John said, 'I asked her out last night, and it was raining all night, and she was way better than my wife.' George came the next day, he said. : 'I asked her out yesterday, and it was raining all night. You're right, she's much better than your wife!'".

This mixed joke, derailment, NTR, **** and other elements is very lethal in this era. This joke was provided to Ivan by Lynn, and Bill couldn't hold it anymore.

And this powerful joke meets the military discipline of this era.

After Ai Wen finished the joke, the military was stunned for a second, and then laughed one after another. When they laughed happily, Lynn also smiled slightly.

"You are the real decision maker."

Lynn pointed to a somewhat young officer behind Snake and said confidently.

"Because other people laughed after you laughed, your actual rank is definitely higher than them. Leader Aiwen, do you know why your previous conversations were inconclusive, because a person who was pushed to the front, how could he know that he was behind him? what people want."

The young officer squinted at Lynn at once.

His gaze was full of hunting and ruthlessness, as if it were a praying mantis.

Except for this young officer, everyone else showed off to varying degrees when they heard this dirty joke. Lynn could see that their private lives were very colorful. However, the purpose of Mr. Xiao is not to catch the derailment, but to confirm who is the real decision maker in the conversation.

While secretly observing in the office, Lynn was keenly aware through the frequency of these people's conversations that this hidden young officer was the real decision maker.

Now, he was forced out by Lynn with a joke.

"My name is Brandy, Brandy Hawk. I've heard of you, Lynn Moriarty, Count of Amiste's Blessed, Stim's Knight of Light, and never thought we'd meet here." The officer named Brandy took a step forward. He had an extremely strong aura behind him.

Although he is not an Extraordinary, this person's will-driven spirituality is already comparable to a normal Sequence Nine.

It was obvious that he was arrogant.

"Hawk? You are from the Hawke family in the capital?" After hearing Brandy's self-introduction ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, Bill suddenly thought of something.

Lynn frowned.

"Yes, I do come from the capital. As for why I am here, it is naturally to maintain my friendship with the [Suppression Bureau]. The military has always been willing to maintain a good relationship with the gentlemen of the Suppression Bureau and become mutually dependable. Friends. Since they are friends, they should help each other and understand each other's difficulties."

Brandy didn't mention why he appeared here, and lightly avoided the reason why he, a visitor from the capital, appeared here.

Even if he didn't say it, Lynn could probably guess a thing or two.

The political tool is balance.

If it is said that after the collapse of the cabinet, some people in the capital do not want to see the Labour Party or the military dominate in politics and want to maintain a balance, then the interests of the [lamp-holder] at this moment are very important. According to this speculation, Lynn immediately understood what the other party wanted.

They want a perfect handle.

"Mr. Lynn, you are better than I expected." Brandy said one more thing to Lynn.

"You seem to know me? Not from the newspaper, where did we meet?" Lynn asked rhetorically.

"I saw you from a distance while our fathers were chatting over six-candy black tea. You were jumping on the haystack with a little girl by your side."

It was an old acquaintance.

Old ass!

Lynn didn't believe in this kind of nonsense that he met when he was a child and could still remember it at this time. Brandy is the point of the sentence at the front. Each other's father, black tea with six sugars. Does this sound familiar?

Of course familiar.

Sherlock Holmes, a dangerous man, had said something similar to Lynn, but he didn't hear the hint at the time.