Chapter 114 My Uncle is My Uncle
I even saw the future of some bigwigs in Beijing and other provinces, natural disasters, and international events...
He could actually glimpse the future of some people he had never met from the newspapers, and from this person's future he could glimpse the future of others...
There are good and bad things in the future of these people.
In short, she knew things that she shouldn't have known.
…
Suddenly I felt very worried.
A dying man's words are good, and she believed that the contents of this book were indeed the foresight that Mr. Luo had spied out. But if she handed it in, it would be fine if the things didn't come true. If it did come true, then she, who knew the future of so many people, would be in great danger.
Damn, just write about international events and disasters, why write about your personal future!
She didn't want to be drawn into any fight.
Ye Qinglan sat on the chair, tapping the table with his hands. A minute later, he decisively took out a pen and paper from his bag, opened Mr. Luo's notebook, and rewrote the contents about international events and natural disasters at the fastest writing speed in his life, omitting all the personal parts about the country.
Then he took out a lighter, placed the notebook in the basin and lit it, and at the same time took out a cigarette from his bag and lit it.
When the book was burned, she opened the window and poured the ashes out.
After doing all this, she lit another cigarette and put it in her mouth, one after another, after four or five cigarettes...she stuffed the notebook she had copied into her bag and opened the door to let Xiao Chen and the others in.
"Mr. Luo is dead, and he donated his body for medical research. You carry him into the car, and take the bottles of medicine on the table with you."
"yes."
While Xiao Chen was waiting outside, he had already guessed that something had happened to Mr. Luo, but when he actually heard the news of his death, he couldn't help but feel sad, after all, they had been together for a while.
He went forward alone and helped Mr. Luo into the car.
In the car, Xiao Chen asked: "Where are we going next?"
"Go to the provincial military district."
Mr. Luo's body needed to be frozen, and she was not comfortable leaving it on public transportation, so it would be better to let them send it there.
The car quickly disappeared in Honghu Village.
But just after they walked three or four miles, a bullet flew through the air and shattered glass splashed all over them.
She was not hurt by the broken glass because she was sitting in the middle, but her bodyguard was scratched on the face by the glass.
Then another one.
…
The shooter did not come close, and after firing three shots, he stopped.
Ye Qinglan looked behind the hill. Her eyes became better and better. She could see through the hill and directly see the person hiding behind it.
Xiao Chen wanted to stop the car, but Ye Qinglan stopped him:
"We can't catch up with them. Let's go back first. After we deal with the recent things, we'll think of a way to deal with these people." Then he took out a bottle of medicine from his bag and handed it to the bodyguard: "Take care of it yourself."
"good."
On the way back, Xiao Chenduo asked, "Are they here for Mr. Luo or for you?"
“It’s possible.”
It was late at night when we arrived at the provincial military region.
They put ice around Mr. Luo's body, rested there for a few hours, and returned to the capital the next morning.
Because the ability to foresee the future is more special than any other ability, only Lao Bai and Ying Qiu knew that she had returned to the capital, and they requested to be reported separately.
She started by saying that she had found a prophet, but he was dead.
Lao Bai's heart was in a state of panic.
In an instant, he regained his composure and let Ye Qinglan continue speaking.
When Ye Qinglan took out the small notebook, he flipped through it again and again, tapping his hands on the table, which made people feel nervous.
"Is the content original?" he asked.
"yes."
The old man looked at her with a blank look and said, "You won't tell me the truth?"
"no."
Ye Qinglan chuckled.
Lao Bai stood up and wanted to knock her on the head, but Ye Qinglan put her hands on her head and explained:
"I'm worried about causing internal strife, right? Think about it, if the news leaks out and people know who will hold what position in the future, will it cause other competitors to take some measures in advance? If a chain reaction is triggered at that time, no one will be able to take responsibility for it, right?
Let's not talk about the distant past. Didn't Mr. Luo himself die because of his own prophecy? So what's the point of knowing the future in advance? What if he is wrong? That would be even more troublesome, right?
But as for disasters, basically there are no big problems. As for international events, if they are right, that’s even better. If they are wrong, they are from other countries and will not affect us anyway. At most, we made the wrong bet.”
Lao Bai snorted and sat back down.
He flipped through the book and sneered, "How could he be the vice president? That's strange."
Then he took out a lighter and burned the notebook.
Ye Qinglan!!!!!!!
"What are you doing?"
More careful than me?
Lao Bai: "Rewrite it now. Leave out the details about who will be the president or vice president in other countries. Just write about the disasters in our country and the upcoming wars in other countries around the world."
Considering the child's young age, I explained a few more sentences: "I am not the only one who will see this book. Think about it yourself. He predicted what those people who went abroad would become. Could he have predicted what those who did not go abroad would become? Of course he did. In this case, how could everyone not think that there is something wrong with the book? Just delete all the parts about people."
Then he added, "Regarding the matters concerning those people overseas, I will arrange for the intelligence team to report it later at a suitable time."
Ye Qinglan flattered him as soon as he heard it: "My uncle is my uncle! He takes one step, you take five steps! Worship him! My idol!"
Lao Bai: "..." Seeing her like that, she raised her hand again. Ye Qinglan subconsciously covered her head. Lao Bai glared at her: "How dare you cover your head!"
Ye Qinglan: “…” He let go of his hand and stretched his head: “Ouch, you’re staring. Knock, knock, knock, I let you knock…”
Old White smiled when he saw this.
He picked up his pen and tapped it on her head, then threw it to her: "Write."
"Okay."
Ye Qinglan reached out and took his pen, took a look at it and said, "Your pen is good."
The corners of Lao Bai's lips trembled.
"Once you finish writing, the pen is yours."
"Then I'm welcome, thank you uncle."
Ye Qinglan took out another small notebook from his bag. It was the last one and it was time to add another small notebook.
Twenty minutes later, she handed the finished notebook to Walter White.
Walter White put the things away.
"Go out, take Mr. Luo's body there yourselves. Old Jin is going to be upset. Last time, he ran into my office and yelled at me because you went to the disaster area."
He shook his head when talking about this. He couldn't understand when Professor Jin and Xiaoqing became so close.
It was clear that the look in his eyes when he looked at Xiaoqing before was one that wanted to dissect her!
"Hey, he dared to yell at you? But it also shows that Professor Jin cares about me." Ye Qinglan smiled. Before leaving, he still asked: "Are you really not curious about the future? Good things, bad things?"
Minister Bai asked a few questions in return:
"Mr. Luo said that someone will have problems in the future, but how can he know that we knew about his problems in advance and started to defend him, which caused him to be confused and angry, and then some bad things happened? So is this a prophecy or a man-made disaster?"
Then he continued, "His personal ending has already shown that there are too many uncertainties in predictions about people. It is better to pretend that you know nothing. Once you leave this door, you must be as firm as a copper wall or an iron wall. No matter who asks you, you must remain silent. Do you understand?"
He thought about it carefully. Even if it was about disasters, we should be careful in defense. At the very least, we should not trigger other disasters just to avoid one disaster.
"clear."
Lao Bai nodded, and when she opened the door, he said, "By the way, have you and Huaizhi made any progress?"
“Not yet.”
"Is he still a stay-at-home student?" Old Bai asked in astonishment, and then he was so disgusted: "Can he still do it? After such a long time, he still can't beat you! If he can't do it, he should give up his position quickly. I recently found that the youngest son of the Lu family is also very good."
"Political Commissar Lu's family?"
"Yes, that guy is now at the Air Force base and is doing quite well."
"I haven't even compared myself to Gu Huaizhi yet."
"Then hurry up, if it still doesn't work, let's change another one."
Ye Qinglan laughed: "Why do you sound like Commander Xie? As if I can choose anyone I want."
"Others may not dare to say, but the Lu family is definitely willing to let you choose."
But he knew that if Xiaoqing could really develop a good relationship with the boy from Lao Lu's family, Lao Lu would be happy to see it happen.
Xiaoqing has good genes, whether it is supernatural powers or physical qualities. When these people are looking for a daughter-in-law, family background has to be put aside if the personal conditions are strong enough.
And that kid, who ran into Xiaoqing once during the Chinese New Year, even asked Lao Lu to help him find out which unit Xiaoqing was from.
Hearing that Gu Huaizhi got there first, he was extremely upset and mad at Lao Lu for not arranging him to go on a blind date! The Gu family only knew how to arrange for Gu Huaizhi to go!
Lao Lu complained to him about this matter afterwards. It was not difficult to see that he wanted to find out whether Xiaoqing and Huaizhi had made any progress.