Mr. Jiang's cloudy eyes gradually became bright. The woman in front of him was almost the same as the one in the movie camera in Counterattack World.
He recognized her almost immediately.
"Third sister, you, you are here too."
Jiang Bie Ming adjusted his clothes and hairline excitedly and awkwardly. At this moment, he felt a little ashamed of himself and also a little jealous of his "other self".
The self in Counterattack World is already in his fifties, but time seems to be particularly kind to him. He still has a tight figure and thick hair, unlike himself, who is about the same age but has a big belly, drooping bags under his eyes, and hair so sparse that it can be combed with fingers.
Third sister, you won't dislike me like this, right? He raised his head and looked nervously at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman opposite him.
Qiu Sanmei sat upright, her left leg folded over her right, her back straight, a hint of sarcasm on her lips: "Did you call me Sanmei? Mr. Jiang, I haven't seen you for decades, and you really haven't made any progress.
The smile on Jiang Bie Ming's face froze instantly. He was a little at a loss, as if he didn't know how to deal with such a situation.
Qiu Sanmei had no intention of appreciating his embarrassed expression. She said bluntly, "I heard that after you died, you felt sorry for me and my daughter, so you hired someone to play you, hoping to make it up to us?
Have you asked us? Do I need it?"
Jiang Bieming: "Third sister, I...I..."
"Why call me Third Sister? Are you worthy of it? Please call me Ms. Qiu."
"San...Qiu..., I...I know you hate me, and I hate myself too, so I am willing to hand over my soul power and give up the chance of reincarnation in the next life, and ask them to compensate you on my behalf. Third sister..." Jiang Bieming's face was covered with tears.
Qiu Sanmei curled her lips in disdain: "Look, look, not only are you being so smart, but you've even moved yourself? Hey, do you feel really great and satisfied now?"
Jiang Bie Ming said somewhat embarrassedly: "Third sister, I didn't mean that."
Qiu Sanmei: "It doesn't matter what you mean. I really don't care. I just think you're so useless that it hurts my eyes. You don't have to feel like you owe me anything. We all walk our own paths. I think we're living a good life. If I hadn't died early from a terminal illness in my previous life, I would have definitely been better off than you. Do you believe it?"
Jiang Bie Ming nodded hurriedly: "I believe it, I believe it. I know everything."
In this life, the person who had done the task only helped her get into a university. Later, she went on to further her studies in different majors, choose a career, and train her daughter to become a top talent in the industry together with her. All of this was her own effort. Jiang Bie Ming did not doubt her ability at all.
Qiu Sanmei: "You know nothing."
She looked at the old face full of regret and lost her appetite. She waved her hands and said, "Come on, come on. I don't want to talk to you anymore. Hurry up and get the person who replaced you back. Don't bother making trouble and making a fool of yourself.
If you had that kind of soul power, you might as well use it to compensate your future wife and children. At most, we were not destined to share wealth and prosperity, and it's normal for us to break up and get back together. The fact that they met you is truly a sign of their lack of good deeds in their previous lives."
"You...how can you say that!" Jiang Bie Ming was so angry that his hands and feet were shaking. If the soul could also have a stroke, he would probably be lying down now.
Qiu Sanmei made the person half-dead with anger (a living person can be half-dead with anger, and a dead person can only be half-alive with anger), so she didn't care anymore and stood up and walked out of the room.
The young assistant smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Jiang, please calm down first. Excuse me, excuse me." After that, he quickly followed Qiu Sanmei.
In the room, Jiang Bie Ming slumped down on the sofa. It turned out that his efforts were not taken seriously by others. He murmured blankly: "Does she think I am a decent person? I really want to save them..."
The assistant quickly caught up with Qiu Sanmei and gave her a thumbs-up. "Sister, so domineering! But will this work?"
Qiu Sanmei smiled confidently, "People like him are weak and indecisive, hesitant, and procrastinating. They are always regretting the past and fearing the future, but they can't grasp the present. Don't worry, he will summon the tasker back soon."
The assistant patted her chest and said, "Sister Qiu, do you know him so well?"
Qiu Sanmei paused, but did not answer.
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In the mission world, Lin Yi finally heard the long-lost electronic synthesized sound. The mission was 100% completed and he could leave at any time.
"Disengage!"
The next second, he woke up in the Time Management Bureau's mission cabin. The assistant was already waiting for him. "Welcome back, Mr. Lin."
Lin Yi: "Help me check if there are any reborn people or other taskers for this mission?" The assistant quickly opened the electronic notepad: "Okay, Mr. Lin. There is also something else. The client Jiang Bieming insisted on seeing you."
Lin Yi said indifferently: "The mission has been completed, there is no need to meet."
The assistant said, "Okay, Mr. Lin, you go and rest first. I'll take care of the aftermath."
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When Jiang Bieming heard that Lin Yi had rejected his request for a meeting, he roared in dissatisfaction, "I was the one who brought him back early. His mission wasn't fully completed at all. I'm very dissatisfied! I want to complain, I want to complain."
The assistant listened to him vent calmly, then quickly wrote a string of numbers on the notebook, tore it off and handed it to him: "Okay, Mr. Jiang, this is the complaint phone number of our bureau. The phone in this room can be used. You can choose to call directly.
You can also queue up in the lobby on the first floor of the Time Management Bureau to make a face-to-face complaint. It is the off-season recently and there is less business, so the complaint queue is not long. It will take about two months before it is your turn.
We will handle the complaint within 4800 hours and respond to you as soon as possible."
Jiang Bie Ming picked up the phone angrily and dialed ten times, but the tone was busy every time.
The assistant smiled and waited patiently.
When the call didn't go through, he ran to the complaint window on the first floor in anger. The line was so long that he couldn't even see the end of it.
He roared at the assistant, "Your bureau is nothing but a scam! With such poor after-sales service, it will go bankrupt sooner or later!"
The assistant smiled and bowed 65 degrees. "Thank you for your blessing. I will convey your kindness to our director."
Jiang Bieming's heart rate quickened, his head was buzzing, and he began to breathe heavily.
Assistant: "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Jiang Bie Ming: "Hu~, hu~, I...I want to submit my wish again. I want you to help me redeem my little daughter and my future wife. I want them both to truly love me and obey my every word! I...I..."
The assistant interrupted him regretfully: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Jiang, your soul power is not enough to start the second mission, we can't fulfill your wish."
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(End of the second story)
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