Chapter 334: It’s rare to find someone who doesn’t like money
Jiang Wanxing stared at the middle-aged man in front of him for a long time, and finally asked sincerely -
"Are you an idiot?"
Everyone: “……!”
If Jiang Wanxing had simply been cursing, the expressions on the faces of the other people present might not have been so speechless.
But Jiang Wanxing's expression was extremely serious, as if he was asking a sincere question.
She even used honorifics!
"Who are you?"
As soon as the middle-aged man opened his mouth, it was as if a slipper was stuck in his throat, and Jiang Wanxing frowned.
Jiang Wanxing forced a big smile on his face.
"Head Instructor of Gray Iron Delta District 15, Anemone."
When these words were spoken, no one else present looked surprised.
They seemed to have expected the arrival of people from the Gray Iron Delta.
The middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice: "Guests from the Gray Iron Delta, if you are here as a guest, we welcome you, but if you are here to provoke us, please go back."
"Please go back?"
Jiang Wanxing's face was full of mocking smile.
"Uncle, look at this scene, do you really think I'm here to reason with you?"
"What's the meaning?"
Jiang Wanxing did not explain to him any further, but waved to the mercenary behind him.
"Search for me!"
After meeting Rong Shuyan at the Pei family, Jiang Wanxing had a rough idea of what kind of organization this seminary was.
An organization that controls its followers through cultism and makes profits by organizing assassinations.
Jiang Wanxing didn't know whether the senior executives among these people believed in the ideas they promoted.
But there is no doubt that the people below believe it completely.
As soon as the words fell, the mercenaries behind Jiang Wanxing rushed forward together.
The middle-aged man in the black robe was so angry at her behavior that the flesh on his face was shaking.
"That's too much!"
Jiang Wanxing disagreed. "Who is going too far? You know it in your own minds. You are just a bunch of human scum. Even if you sell all your parts, it won't make up for my losses!"
At this time, the mercenaries from the Gray Iron Delta had already rushed in.
The believers in the seminary were not to be outdone and rushed out one by one carrying weapons.
In a place where theology is studied, everyone is holding guns, which is a spectacular scene.
Namo Gatling Bodhisattva belongs to it.
Jiang Wanxing held a large-caliber assault rifle in one hand, his fingers rubbing the trigger calmly.
"You really want to fight?"
The middle-aged man's expression did not change much, he still had that expressionless and wooden look.
"You came to the seminary to provoke me for no reason. God will not forgive you."
Hearing this, Jiang Wanxing raised his eyebrows with interest.
"Oh? What is God?"
This sentence seemed to open the middle-aged man's chatterbox.
His expression began to become excited.
"God is a higher-dimensional being, the master of everything we see with our naked eyes! If you don't respect God, you will be punished!"
Jiang Wanxing: “…”
“God will punish you!”
After hearing this, Jiang Wanxing couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"If your gods are so powerful, why do you still carry guns? You talk about idealism, but in reality you believe in materialism. You're trying to eliminate them physically, right?"
As a person with a relatively normal mind, Jiang Wanxing really doesn't understand their theory.
Since they believe in God so much.
So why use physical weapons?
Why not let the so-called gods just crush everything?
Although the ideas of people like them are not understood by others, they have their own complete explanations.
“People should naturally solve problems using human methods.”
Jiang Wanxing: “???”
Next second.
Jiang Wanxing raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.
There was a loud "bang".
The bullet shot straight through the left shoulder of the middle-aged man in black robe, and a bloody mist exploded instantly.
Jiang Wanxing blinked slightly with a guilty look.
"Oops, sorry, I thought you were all invulnerable."
"you……"
The middle-aged man only said this one word before falling to the ground in pain.
——
International Institute of Physics.
When Jin Chengcan arrived, Pei Ran was already arguing with the people from the International Institute of Physics.
Since Pei Ran has already come, other people in the Pei family who are in charge will naturally come as well.
A group of people set up a meeting room specifically for a war of words.
This was equivalent to bringing the Pei family’s dispute directly to the International Institute of Physics.
Jin Chengcan was too lazy to listen to their quarrel, so he just found a place to stand and smoke, and asked about the situation at the factory.
During this period of time, Jiang Wanxing must not have time to answer the phone.
He could only call the person in charge of the factory.
After learning the whole story, Jin Chengcan was speechless.
Originally, they had only accepted a mission to protect Pei Ran's safety.
Now that's better.
The factory was bombed, two workers died in the attack, and the entire Gray Iron Delta was directly implicated.
Just when Jin Chengcan was about to check how much funds he had in District 20 and whether he could make up for the losses of District 15.
The elevator not far away stopped at this floor and a person got out of the elevator.
Jin Chengcan looked up casually and then paused.
"Why are you here?"
Shen Qingyan was wearing a very simple white T-shirt and black pants, holding a stack of brown paper bags in her arms.
After seeing Jin Chengcan, he thought for a moment and said, "Teacher asked me to learn from you."
As he said that, he turned and walked into an office.
Jin Chengcan quickly threw the cigarette butt into the trash can and followed.
After entering the door.
Just as Shen Qingyan was about to close the door, she saw Jin Chengcan following her.
He frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
Jin Chengcan had a cunning smile on his face and subconsciously wanted to pat his shoulder, but Shen Qingyan dodged it.
Shen Qingyan said: "If you have something to say, just say it."
Jin Chengcan spoke with a smile.
"Ahem...young man, our base might be short on funds lately. I'm offering you a chance to make some money. Do you want it?"
"?"
Shen Qingyan is not a fool, he knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch.
He didn't even ask any more questions, just shook his head.
"don't want."
“…” Jin Chengcan: “Why?”
Shen Qingyan said without hesitation: “I don’t need to make money.”
In other words, his District 19 only needs to ask the base for money, and making money is not his business.
Since he could just ask for money directly, why should he spend time and effort to make money?
Jin Chengcan stood there for a few seconds.
It seemed that no one had expected that the chief instructor of District 19 would have such a Buddhist personality.
The Gray Iron Delta has actually always been short of money.
The chief instructors of each district have been making every effort to make money, using all kinds of means to make money for themselves and for the base.
It’s rare to find someone who doesn’t like money.
Shen Qingyan sat down at the desk holding the pile of manila file bags, and then began to organize the various materials on the desk.
He asked without even looking up: "I just said, if you have something to say, just say it."
Jin Chengcan: "Haikui is fighting with the seminary people. Can you go and help?"
"Why don't you go?" Shen Qingyan asked back.
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