Mystery Makes Me Strong

"Why are you staring at me?" The ragged boy didn't answer Mr. Zhao's question. Instead, he cared about Zhao Han's angry eyes, and immediately said with disdain, "How can a wealthy lady like you who lived in a honeypot like you know that poor people misery?"

Zhao Han was speechless for a while, she really wanted to argue, not long ago, she was called a "country girl" by a guy with a female body and a male heart.

But she must not say such self-destructive words.

"Since you don't want to answer the question," Mr. Zhao still smiled, "Well, Wenren, you can call the inspectorate and let them ask."

Wen Rensheng nodded, making a gesture to touch the phone.

"Just hit it." The ragged boy said with a face full of indifference.

Wen Rensheng smiled, and then really made a call.

"Is it inspector Liu? I'm Wen Rensheng. I caught a alien here and illegally invaded the residence of the alien. He may have stolen property worth hundreds of millions..."

"You, you guys really dare to call?" the ragged boy asked in surprise.

Wen Rensheng hung up the phone, and said with a surprised face: "Don't you think we are scaring you?"

"You really don't know who I am?" The ragged boy panicked.

"Do we need to know who you are?" Mr. Zhao said calmly, his tone had become cold unconsciously.

"I am the apprentice of the mysterious master!" The ragged boy finally revealed himself.

"Idiot!" Mr. Zhao suddenly became furious. "Just now you accused us of not eating meat and not knowing the sufferings overseas. I thought you had a bit of enthusiasm, at least some backbone. Now it seems that you still understand who you are, yes Who can make trouble for Zhao here!"

Zhao Han was startled at first, he didn't know why his uncle was suddenly furious.

Wen Rensheng's face was calm, but a trace of deep sarcasm flashed in the eyes of the ragged boy.

The ragged boy was frightened for a moment.

He never expected that the boss of a small company in a mere local city, who is just an expert on heterogeneity, would dare to reprimand him like this...

At this moment, President Zhao ignored him, but turned to Zhao Han and said, "Xiao Han, do you know why I reprimanded this idiot?"

"Because he messed up the party that uncle organized so hard?" Zhao Han replied cautiously.

A trace of disappointment appeared in Mr. Zhao's eyes, but he still held back his temper and said, "Because he is a traitor..."

"Betrayer?" Zhao Han asked with a question mark in his head.

Wen Rensheng said quietly: "To put it in words that you can easily understand, this person is a typical eater of aliens and smashes bowls of aliens."

"Wenren is right. I told you before that the most important thing in getting along with people is their position," Mr. Zhao nodded and continued to Zhao Han.

"This idiot clearly knows who he is and who he relies on for his power, but he just makes trouble for us, ignores our hard work, and instead sympathizes with strangers thousands of miles away!"

"This kind of person will never even think about becoming a mysterious expert in China!"

"You have to remember today that if you want to become a mystery expert, you have to stay away from this kind of person."

Zhao Han finally understood completely, nodded silently, and really took two steps back...

"I'm right, it's you who are wrong!" The shabby young man was ashamed and annoyed, struggling desperately in Wu Liansong's hands, "You all have great power, but you don't want to save the world, save the world, you just want to save the world. It's not right to know that I'm here to enjoy myself in luxury!"

But at this time, because of Mr. Zhao's fury, many people in the party had moved closer to the outside of the bamboo pavilion.

Some people nodded slightly when they heard part of the content.

There was already a hint of anger in the eyes they looked at the ragged boy.

Everyone relies on the identity and position of being a heterogeneous person to make a living, and only then can they live a luxurious life now.

But there are some people who don't know what is good or bad, and they are also aliens. They want to make trouble for everyone, toss people for nothing, and say some sarcastic remarks. Who will be happy?

It's just anger returning to anger, because of the other party's self-exposed identity, no one spoke.

After all, this is the apprentice of the mysterious master, and he does not look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face.

Wen Rensheng glanced around, and suddenly laughed: "You sages, I'm really sorry, Mr. Zhao worked so hard to organize a party for me, but this kind of robbery happened. It really makes you laugh. Here, I want to tell you a story. The story, let Bo Jun have fun, as compensation."

"Mr. Wenren is so kind."

"That's right, Mr. Zhao is no wonder."

"They're both young people, the gap is too big..." Someone compared the two and said involuntarily.

It's just that more people were silent, as if they didn't want to offend the mysterious master's apprentice.

Wen Rensheng nodded, silently consumed the current degree of mystery, and maximized the effect of "mysterious teaching"...

"The story I'm telling is that not long ago, a mysterious natural disaster broke out somewhere overseas, but no one cares about it."

"A man from China was very indignant after seeing the news on the Internet. He scolded all the xenogeneic experts in China on the forum that they had broken consciences. They obviously had power, but they didn't help them suppress it."

When everyone heard this, they all became interested and their eyes sparkled.

"It seems that this has happened a lot." Someone whispered.

"Well, I saw similar news from some forums the day before yesterday."

Someone stopped and said, "Quiet, I heard what Mr. Ren said."

Wen Rensheng smiled and continued: "A inspector heard this and admired him very much. So he tried everything possible to find him and asked: If you are a master of alien species, would you like to suppress Calamity Eye?"

"The man said firmly: Yes."

"The inspector asked again: If you were just a heterogeneous expert, would you still be willing?"

"The man said again: yes."

"The inspector will ask again: If you only have proficiency-level evaluations, would you still be willing?"

"The man immediately refused and said: I don't want to."

"The inspector was surprised at first, and then suddenly said: You were willing to be a master or an expert, but now you are not willing, because you think that only proficient evaluations can't suppress the eye of disaster?"

"The man said: No, it's because I really have a proficient initial evaluation."

Everyone was silent for a while, and then burst into laughter, all leaning forward and back together.

Especially those ladies, who couldn't keep their restraint any longer, also smiled so much that they showed 8 teeth, and all cast admiring glances at Wen Rensheng.

For a moment, he became the absolute focus and center.

"Hahaha, Mr. Wenren really hit the nail on the head!"

"Yeah, it's not my own, of course it's easy to say."

"This story is so good. Some people, when they talk big, are unmatched; when they do practical things, they don't see anyone."

"Hey, why didn't this guy lie in the end?" Zhao Han scratched his head in doubt.

He stared at Wen Rensheng Wu Shanshan with the same admiration, patted her on the head and said speechlessly:

"That guy is not stupid. If he dares to say what he wants, he will really be sent overseas by that inspector to suppress Calamity Eye."

"So that's how it is," Zhao Han suddenly realized, and then pointed to the ragged boy and said, "Isn't this the guy you're talking about? He has nothing himself, so of course he can blame uncle at will."

The ragged boy was speechless, his face was flushed, almost bleeding.

At this moment, the male servant of the Zhao family who had just dug up the wine jar suddenly said, "Child, you only saw that my master spent 100 million to auction the daughter Hong for 600 years, but you don't know that the auctioneer is a fair and impartial company from China. charity."

"The wine could only be sold for eight million yuan. It was specially bid by the master and another xenomorph expert to set off the atmosphere. And all the funds raised by that charity organization were used to help our own people, mainly those who were killed. The innocent people affected by the mysterious natural disaster..."

Hearing this, the ragged boy completely lowered his head, without any trace of stubbornness before.

"So that's the case." Everyone said in surprise.

"It's Mr. Zhao..." someone admired.

Zhao Han looked at her uncle, and was also very surprised. She didn't know that his uncle had this side, and the other party had never said these things to her.

"Stupid Zhao Han, of course she doesn't know that for some enlightened people, doing certain things is just a habit like breathing. They do things only to maintain their own real interests, not to show off and gain existence feel."

She didn't care about the narrator's ridicule this time, because she just realized that people are not two-dimensional, but three-dimensional.

The city is so deep that he can plot against his friend's uncle without guilt, who would know that he would still do these things?