Chapter 91 Nirvana (Free 1k)

"But according to my subjective experience..." Song Jingyun scratched his chin, "What do you mean?"

"What the Taoist said is difficult. If the reward is not paid through the game channel, the withdrawal of funds needs to pay extra whitewashing tax, which is really unnecessary."

Quan Heng paused and smiled, "Of course, if the Taoist is not at ease and still wants to go through the game channel, I will bear the whitewashing tax."

The rich are the boss, where can I find such a generous boss!

Who doesn't want to work? Anyway, I have to pass the game, I will work for the rest of my life!

"No need! Absolute trust! From now on, I will follow the boss Heng's lead!" Song Jingyun said happily, "It turns out that the top rich don't take money as money!"

How could it be? It's just because the value of the goods is enough.

"Contempt for money is just another trick of the rich," Quan Heng shook his head gently, "The Taoist said before that he knew something about Tang Junyi and Nirvana. If there is no urgent matter, let's talk now."

Originally, she expected Tang Junyi to come to her today, and wanted to ask her questions, but unfortunately they parted a little unhappily.

In other words, Tang Junyi unilaterally closed the chat box and turned away.

"Nirvana is a very strange organization. You should know that the game needs to be rectified and upgraded every few years, and then the version will be updated, right?"

Seeing Quan Heng nod, Song Jingyun continued:

"Although I don't know what happened, it is said that the border was reshuffled after the 3.0 update. Basically no clubs survived, and few players survived. I don't know about other borders, but in the first border, only [Nirvana] and [Innocent Dawn] were clubs established during the 2.0 period.

"Tang Junyi's incident was quite a big deal, because all the core members of [Nirvana] are related by blood, as if they were once a clan, or it is possible that several people put together. Not only is there a chief, but there is also a decision-making meeting, just like a board of directors, and all decisions must be discussed together.

"The fact that Tang Junyi was able to become the deputy chief at that time proved that he had an extraordinary status in the muddy water of Nirvana. Leaving the club means completely leaving the family, and there are various conflicts of interest... That's why I don't recommend you to go. If an outsider goes there, no matter how powerful he is, he won't get anything good. I really don't understand why he wants you to go to [Nirvana]. I guess it's because of the unfinished love between a human and a ghost... No, it's still connected!

"And don't look at them. There are not many small and medium-sized clubs cultivated by Nirvana, and there are also cooperation with large clubs. Even if the toad doesn't bite, it disgusts people. There are all kinds of shady tricks. They monopolize the business of all bounty hunters in the border area. It seems that they have some kind of transaction contract with the game system. The system protects them very much."

Quan Heng listened quietly, and his fingers gently fiddled with the eighteen pieces in his hand.

"Bounty hunters, small and medium-sized clubs... When the Taoist priest was hunted, how much did Nirvana participate? ”

It’s not whether Nirvana participated, but how much Nirvana participated.

It’s true that only a little information, even a trace of emotion or a look, can be used to extract what you want.

“Four out of ten, two are partners, and two are employed,” Song Jingyun was too lazy to hide it, “It’s really sick, following behind the old man like a pug, and you have to kick it hard before you know that you can’t get anything good, so get out of here.”

This is interesting.

Song Jingyun’s behavior is indeed a thorn in the eyes of many clubs, but why is this hostility mostly directed at [Nirvana]?

Besides, it’s true that Song Jingyun opened a hole, but it’s just a small hole. You can think of other ways, less complicated ways to make him disappear, but [Nirvana] seems to be gritting its teeth to kill Song Jingyun... It sounds like the club is not small.

Why do this? If it doesn’t work, it will slap him in the face, and give away a wave of publicity.

“What did the Taoist do...”

“Boss! ! Boss! ! Good news! ! ! "

An excited young man's voice suddenly sounded outside the door, coming from downstairs, and the sound of rushing upstairs was gradually approaching.

This kid.

Quan Heng paused, helplessly holding his forehead: "Senior, why don't you hide for a while."

"What?" Song Jingyun was stunned and frowned, "I'm not..."

"I gave him a newly developed soul micro pistol a few days ago," Quan Heng raised his eyebrows, "Children are very vigilant, you don't want any accidents to happen, right?"

"It's just a pistol, what's wrong with it... a pistol? !" Song Jingyun reacted and exploded instantly.

"What do you do? Who would give this to a child normally! !"

"You have to give something that the child likes," Quan Heng said as a matter of course, "I advise you to run away quickly."

"Okay, okay," Song Jingyun was in a hurry, "I'm leaving now, you can just sue me next time you fight!"

"Okay." Quan Heng nodded, looking very well-behaved.

"No, it's a trick! "Song Jingyun suddenly became suspicious, "Old fox, are you trying to scare me on purpose?"

"How could that be?" Quan Heng blinked and waved at him, "See you next time."

Song Jingyun understood and angrily said, "Is it necessary? I can't hurt you even if I see you..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the person in front of him disappeared.

Quan Heng restrained his smile and put the talisman into the small drawer under the tea table.

"Boss," the door knocked, Sang Ting stuck his head out and asked in a low voice, "Can I come in?"

Quan Heng didn't turn around, his voice was very light: "Have you become well-behaved?"

"Hehe," Sang Ting scratched his head and laughed, and looked around after entering the door, "I just heard other people's voices in your room, and I thought the boss was busy."

He sat on the other side of the tea table and reached out to touch the teacup: "It's warm, someone has been here, I heard it right. "

Quan Heng leaned his elbow on the edge of the chair, propped up his head with his right hand, and just said "hmm" lightly when he heard it.

"A friend."

"Friend?" Sang Ting rolled his eyes, "They are preparing dinner downstairs, and they didn't say anyone was coming. What friend disappeared so quickly."

Quan Heng opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "Xiao Ting, I'm not interested in the relationship between men and women, you don't have to guess about it."

Sang Ting was not embarrassed to be caught, and laughed: "Okay. What about the boss's friend?"

"Let's go. I haven't decided whether to let you meet." Quan Heng paused and suddenly asked, "Xiao Ting, do you remember what I said when I asked you to go to school?"

"Remember, boss I remember everything you said," Sang Ting nodded, and tilted his head in confusion, "What's wrong, boss?"

"Compared to the outside world, how do you feel in school?"

"Well..." Sang Ting thought, "Although there are intrigues and class divisions, it is simpler than the outside world. Or it is more stupid. There are not many people with personal ideas. They like to follow the crowd and their thoughts are mostly written on their faces."

Quan Heng was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled: "Xiao Ting, don't say this in front of your classmates."

It's really too close to the ink that you are so good at making hatred.

"Oh oh." Sang Ting nodded obediently.

Anyway, I can't say so much to those little brats.

"You don't like school?"

Children's minds are always simple and sensitive. Quan Heng doesn't want to think about it in a roundabout way, so it's better to ask directly.

"Boss, are you finally going to get me expelled? !" Sang Ting's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay, so I don't have to skip classes, I don't have to go to class!"

Quan Heng: "..."

I shouldn't ask.

"If you don't go to school, then take over the business of Wugang?" Quan Heng pressed his eyebrows.

"No, I'm not good at math, physics and chemistry, and I don't have much of a big picture."

Sang Ting lay on the table with a sluggish look, very self-aware, gently poking the cup:

"I just want to stay with the boss, responsible for the security of Lanzhuang, or just be a thug. I was almost not by your side when you were in danger. You almost... " "Sang Ting," Quan Heng interrupted calmly, "I raised you so big, not for you to block bullets for me."

Sang Ting bowed his head: "Yes..."

"Let's talk about this later." Quan Heng ended the topic, "What good news did you have to tell me just now, so happy?"

In fact, she could guess it, but the child needed to be coaxed, so she didn't mind pretending not to know.

"That's what you just ordered!"

Sang Ting's mood faded quickly, and the cloudy weather turned sunny in an instant. He said happily:

"Didn't you say that there was something under the waters of Meijiang Pan before, and asked the person in charge to find it? After the female divers went into the sea, they really found a very large ancient ship! It seems to be a British ship. It was not found before because it was blown up and hidden under the coral reef. It was only found with the coordinates given by the "expert" you mentioned!

"In addition to this, the cultural relics smuggled by that idiot Quan Lin have also been recovered. Didn't Sister Han Bai fly to deal with one of them this morning? It happened to be in Meijiang! Let me ask you how to deal with the other cultural relics besides the ones in Jin Henai's hands?"

"All exposed, prepared for donation."

"Yes." Sang Ting nodded, "I will reply now, are you planning to donate to Meijiang City?"

"No, don't decide yet, release the news. Just say that this batch of British ships carrying cultural relics appeared suddenly, and even because of their appearance, the fish fry raised by local fishermen were damaged a lot, and it seems to have brought toxins and pollution inexplicably. Whoever wants to take over must discuss compensation conditions with the "farmers", but don't use this thing to fight public opinion, solve it privately, and make sure that the official can't mess around."

Quan Heng turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and said, "Put down the bait, I have a big fish to catch."

Sang Ting didn't understand, but nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

He turned to leave, and turned back: "By the way, boss, there is one more thing."