Chapter 83
Amid the clamor of people coming and going, Bian Lu approached An Jing and whispered in his ear, "What exactly do you plan to do?"
"I'm not sure," An Jing replied. "It should be about uniting all the forces I can unite, making friends friends and enemies enemies."
This guy... Bian Lu exclaimed inwardly, thinking that his ambition was too high, worthy of being a second-generation man from a wealthy family who had seen the world.
"I suddenly have a question." Bian Lu nudged him with his elbow and asked, "What moves people like you? Money, power, or beauty? Do you have any hidden secrets or weaknesses?"
"Weakness..." An Jing pondered for a moment and said, "Why do you ask?"
"You give me the feeling that you want to set up your own business, and rebel against your father - set up a new stage." Bian Lu was amused and became very interested in An Jing at this moment.
Bian Lv: "Although I don't know much about politics, I do know that planting a seed in someone's mind is very difficult. Before that seed grows into a towering tree, the storms it will experience are beyond human control."
"So I need friends, or even comrades-in-arms." An Jing took out his cigarette, and Bian Lu saw at a glance that it was a brand from Xia Country.
"Are you crazy?" Bian Lu was startled and snatched the cigarette from his hand. At the same time, he also snatched the fruit cigarette box and whispered, "This is drugs!"
An Jing's eyes grew deep at that moment, and he replied, "In Lanzhou, it is true, but not in Xia Country. People who survive the apocalypse are often the most likely to lose their spiritual strength, and my goal is to bring them faith."
"Oh my god." Bian Lu chuckled, as if shocked by such shocking words. He asked, "I really didn't expect you to have such a creative mind..."
"Aren't many industries in this world that rely on flowers and applause a form of mind control?" An Jing replied slowly. "For example, actors, singers, even politicians—any industry involving performance—essentially brainwash the public with packaged honors—to get people to follow them, like them, and spend money on them."
Bian Lu scratched his brow and said, "I have no choice but to say, I never chase stars."
"Then you don't understand. There are still quite a few people who are fans of celebrities. Capital manipulates and promotes celebrities behind the scenes. It targets some people who lack subjectivity. It's like a spiritual sustenance for them."
An Jing's eyes grew sharp as he replied, "If the social benefits it brings are not good, then it will become a cult."
Bian Lu frowned as he spoke.
"This is the terrifying aspect of cultural erosion." An Jing took a deep breath, feeling worried, and said, "I don't know if the direction I've chosen is right, but for now, I feel that the Blue Continent base is in turmoil, so it's worth being prepared for danger."
"Teacher An, you said it very well. It was very thought-provoking." Bian Lu checked the time on his wristband and said, "It's almost time. I have to go take care of some loose ends at work. See you later."
An Jing looked at him with a hint of melancholy, but Bian Lu snapped his fingers and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone your secret. I'm willing to be your true friend for three seconds."
After that, Bian Lu returned to work. As soon as he appeared, Chang Haojie appeared and said, "Chief Bian, I've been looking for you for a long time and I can't see you. This is your second day at work. Do you have to be so perfunctory?"
"What do you want from me?" Bian Lu saw through it. He did it on purpose. It was he who asked him to move the water dispenser just now. He did it on purpose to make him lose face in front of Director Wang.
An Jing: "I just had a chat with Bian Lu."
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone in the community department to hear. It gave Bian Lu goosebumps, so he said, "Yeah, yes, I'm chatting with Teacher An."
Chang Haojie's expression changed slightly, but he immediately put on a smile and said, "Oh, oh, it's Teacher An from Blue Continent University."
"Here you are, Teacher An. Let's take a photo." On the other end, students from Blue Continent University greeted him.
Someone else asked enthusiastically, "Teacher An, have you eaten Qingtuan? Come, have a try."
Look, how popular it is, whatever you want comes true.
Bian Lu couldn't understand what could possibly bother someone as otherworldly as An Jing? Could it be that he'd had enough of the fun at Blue Continent Base and was looking for something new, so he decided to get involved in politics and make his mark on land?
Involve me? Be his lackey? Bian Lu sneered. If he made a mistake, someone would cover it up. If it were me, it would be too ridiculous. I would probably be labeled a reactionary and never be able to take it off again.
Politics is not something a small person like me can afford to play with.
Bian Luxin said this, then remained silent, did not talk to An Jing, and buried his head in cleaning up the scattered debris on the ground.
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After work, Bian Lu strolled to the park again. Before he even got close, he saw a few children playing around his makeshift tent from a distance.
He walked over quickly and found that the clothes he had originally placed in the tent had been taken out and scattered all over the floor, with footprints still on them, while the children were jumping around in their tent, having a lot of fun.
"Hey! This is my tent!" Bian Lu shouted, "Go back to your homes. This is my tent!"
"Your tent..." A little girl giggled, "So you're a homeless person? Living here, poor bastard."
"Go away! Go away!" Bian Lu suppressed his anger and waved over, picking up his scattered clothes at the same time. He said in annoyance: "It's none of your business, go away!"
The children walked away laughing, making faces at him and muttering, "Poor, unlucky, homeless bum~"
Bian Lu had nothing to refute. He waited until they all left, then he paused, his nose feeling sore. He looked at the dirty clothes scattered all over the floor and the uncertain and chaotic future.
I suddenly felt sad and helpless.
Having no money, lacking money, was like an invisible mountain oppressing him, urging him on, and torturing him.
Suddenly, a long car horn sounded. Bian Lu turned around and saw An Jing with the window rolled down. He asked loudly, "Do you need any help?"
Bian Lu subconsciously shook his head, then quickened his pace to clean up the mess. He didn't want outsiders to witness his misfortune.
However, just as he was packing up his tent and getting up to leave, he turned and ran into An Jing, who was getting out of his car in a very handsome manner. He said in a gentle voice, "I'm sorry, but the car accident was actually my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to pay for it, but I've already paid you back. It's no problem to rent somewhere for a month and a half."
"Are you sympathizing with me?" Bian Lu opened his bracelet and saw his transfer, but for some reason he didn't feel happy at all.
"Alright... that's fine." Bian Lu took the money, then cut it in half and transferred it to him, saying, "Fifty and half. I don't want to owe you anything. Anyway, thank you anyway."
As he spoke, he dragged his suitcase and tent to the rental house. He had only taken a few steps when An Jing called him back. He quickly stood in front of Bian Lu and asked, "Please help me. I will definitely not let you down in terms of compensation."
"Teacher An~" Bian Lu could no longer bear it. "Are you acting like a pimp? You look so impatient!"
"I've already confided in you a lot." An Jing irritably scratched his hair, squatted down, and said, "Honestly, I'm confused too. I don't know what to do. I hate everything my dad arranges for me. The worst part is, I can't refuse! I can't and dare not refuse!"
"As a Tianlong person, what's there to worry about? Just eat and drink." Bian Lu really wanted to kick him hard and make him fall to the ground.
"How could I not have worries?" An Jing turned away, his eyes filled with a hint of grievance, and replied, "I want to marry a woman I don't like, and I also have to be careful in my work. And, and I... I'm keenly aware that the Blue Continent base is in imminent danger. If I don't leave here, it will most likely be buried by a volcano. How could I not have worries?"
"In my opinion, all your worries are groundless." Bian Lu snorted twice and said, "You make me feel like I'm eating chicken legs and beef jerky in a big mansion, and complaining that today's food is not tasty enough... How do you want me to understand you? Since I came to the underwater base, I haven't even seen many green vegetables."
An Jing realized: "Do you think I'm not miserable enough, so I don't deserve to have troubles?"
Bian Lu nodded and squatted on the side of the road with him. He even tapped the Shadowlight he was riding with his curled knuckles and commented, "People strive for higher goals. You may find your usual life boring, but in my eyes, that is already a very distant destination."
"Then I'd better not take the money." An Jing muttered, and then returned the other half of the money that Bian Lu had transferred to him.
"Hahahahaha...you." Bian Lu burst out laughing. He found An Jing's honest look so rare, so rare. He thought Teacher An was a very smart person.
An Jing's face suddenly darkened: "Why, what are you laughing at?"
"It's just fun to watch smart people do stupid things." Bian Lu stood up and seemed to want to stop talking, so he dragged his suitcase and left, waving a goodbye gesture to him.
An Jing nodded, then realized what was happening. He looked at Bian Lu, who had already disappeared into the background at the end of the road, and said, "That's normal. So, are we friends now?"
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So, after Bian Lu found a hotel and washed up, he lay back on the bed, opened his bracelet, and planned to watch some short videos to relax, when he received an enthusiastic text message from Teacher An.
An Jing: I have a plan, trust me.
An Jing: First of all, I plan to make a game. The background story will implicitly allude to the current Blue Continent government. I thought about it and decided to tell the story of how humans came to the bottom of the sea to survive, but endangered the original mermaid tribe, thus unfolding a series of stories.
Bian Lu was really convinced, he didn't want to care at all.
But on second thought, after all, he was An Xingmin's son, so Bian Lu compromised and said: Please continue, Teacher An.
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