Weird Talk Asylum Center

"You mean?"

Tian Gou raised his bruised face and looked at the young man in front of him with red eyes.

He couldn't contain his emotions.

This young man who lives in the greenhouse has not had time to understand this weird and dangerous world of ghost stories, nor does he have much fighting ability.

When the Bolt of the Furnace was about to take Meng Yu away, he tried his best to stop him and got nothing but a severe beating.

He has not yet the ability to protect his lover.

At this moment, he realized that the role of money was so limited, and his father, who had great powers, could only sigh silently.

Just when Tian Gou was almost desperate, Wang Jin extended a helping hand to him.

Even Tian Gou knows how important a favor from the governing bureau is.

That can't be measured in money at all.

But this young man just said that sentence lightly, the sentence that let him escape from the abyss of despair.

"I will save her."

Wang Jin nodded to confirm Tian Gou's thoughts.

He stretched out his arm covered in plaster and patted the other person's shoulder, speaking calmly.

"I give you two options."

"First. You join the Administration Bureau to be responsible for Meng Yu's project, and you can balance work and life."

"Second, take her back to your father's organization and disappear from sight."

"I"

Tian Gou opened his mouth blankly and remained silent for a long time.

"There is no need to say thank you."

The young man sighed, his expression suddenly became deep and serious.

"I just want you to be clear."

"If she loses control, I will never be soft."

"what"

Tian Gou still maintained his original posture, as if he didn't react.

A few seconds later, he suddenly looked at Wang Jin.

There was a strange light in his eyes.

"I recognize you as a godfather?"

"Fuck off."

Wang Jin raised his bandaged leg and kicked him.

The latter screamed and ran out of the ward dancing.

"Oh, you silly boy."

Looking at this rich second generation who was a few years older than him, Wang Jin smiled.

When he was in Leonard's car, he had already figured out how to use this favor.

Meng Yu has helped Wang Jin too much, and has saved countless people for the ruling bureau.

No matter which side you look at, she should have a good ending.

The governing bureau also thought so, but unfortunately there was no way to do so.

They need a plausible reason, a step.

At this time, it was Wang Jin's turn to play the tool man.

The unreasonable young man relied on his own merits to forcibly ask someone from the governing bureau.

The latter not only complied with this seemingly rude request, but also graciously gave him some small rewards.

The governing bureau earned enough fame, and Meng Yu got his freedom.

Everyone has a bright future.

It's hard to say how much compensation the tool man comrades who contributed to this perfect situation will get in private.

In addition to those material supports, there are other more valuable things.

For example, the trust of a non-governmental organization, and the gratitude of the dream owner.

"So, people still need to be smarter."

Wang Jin smiled and spoke to the empty corner of the room.

"You saw it."

A man with pointed ears in a black suit slowly emerged along with the starlight, with a smile on his soft face.

"I didn't see it, I guessed it."

Wang Jin grinned, and retreated leisurely into the bed.

"The only ones who can shoot videos at that distance are fairies from the Art Association."

"Plus it's late at night, so I'll just say it casually."

"You're as smart as he is."

Xingkong walked to Wang Jin's bed and looked down at his slightly familiar eyes.

"What's the benefit of making that video?"

The young man shook his head and asked.

"The advantage is that."

Starry Sky waved his hand gracefully, and a translucent page appeared in his hand.

That was the contract that Ma Yao brought over.

"In this way, many resources will be tilted towards you, and the authority will be increased accordingly."

The man smiled softly, narrowing his long and narrow eyes.

"The truth is much farther away than you think. If you don't have enough strength, you will die on the road."

"what."

Wang Jin nodded and looked at this soft-looking man.

When there is no task, Xingkong behaves more like an uncle who loves the younger generation.

"I thought the Art Association was absolutely neutral."

After a long silence, Wang Jin spoke again.

The dim desk lamp shone on his face, showing no emotion.

"I just did what I was supposed to do as a member of the association."

"Collect intelligence, write articles, issue announcements."

"That's my job."

As if he had expected him to ask such a question, Xing Kong happily answered, the smile on his face was still as perfect as before.

"You wrote that strange title?"

Wang Jin recalled it for a while, and then burst out laughing.

"I didn't expect you to have such a personality."

"Professional needs."

Xingkong shrugged his shoulders, his gentle smile revealing a bit of helplessness.

"We'll have to wait for a while for the weird talk cards this time, and I'll deliver them myself when the time comes."

"Have a good rest."

Gently patted Wang Jin's shoulder, and the figure in the starry sky turned into a touch of night and disappeared.

"what"

The young man nodded and yawned slightly.

The night was still long, and he was finally able to get a good night's sleep.

-

"Did he really say that?"

In the director's office, the man in a scholar's robe turned to look at Ma Yao.

Mustache huddled in the corner drinking coffee without speaking.

"That's right, Tian Gou said it himself."

Ma Yao nodded, with a rare smile on his face.

"It's comfortable to deal with smart people. I suspect that this kid is a roundworm in my stomach."

The director picked up the small teacup and drank the Erguotou in it.

His pale face, which had not seen the sun for many years, turned reddish due to the alcohol, and the corners of his raised mouth unreservedly showed the joy in his heart.

This young man named Wang Jin brought him too many surprises.

Smart, able to fight, the most important thing is to be sensible.

Much stronger than Zhao Guangming's runaway wild dog.

"Ma Yao, see if you can dig him up and win him over."

The mustache next to him sneaked over and whispered.

"Squat down for me."

The chief pushed back his hair and gave him an annoyed look.

"okay."

Mustache didn't mean to refuse at all, and continued to return to the old place to shrink himself.

"Director, Brother Sun is also kind."

Ma Yao sighed and pleaded with the director in a low voice.

"That's not what I'm mad about."

The latter shook his head with a helpless expression.

"It's actually my acquiescence to deal with the abomination without authorization."

"I'm so angry that this kid passed out after showing his face. How embarrassing."

"cough."

The mustache in the corner coughed lightly, as if a little embarrassed.