"Mr. Wang, are you in danger this time?"
"How are you? Are you injured?"
Zhang Ziliang rushed forward, grabbed Wang Ye's hand and looked around, full of concern.
Wang Ye calmly took his hand out and said, "This process is unnecessary. You are tired and I am tired. Let's just go into the room and talk about business."
"good!"
“Boss Wang is awesome!”
Zhang Ziliang gave a thumbs up, then opened the door to his office, smiling like an old rich man.
"I knew I would have brought Xiao Wu here."
"He likes hammering the most with you."
Wang Ye looked at him, said something as if he was complaining, and entered the office.
Zhang Ziliang followed closely and closed the door.
Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Ziliang took out the cigarette case in his pocket. When he found that there was no cigarette in it, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He pulled out a cigarette butt from the ashtray and lit it.
"Tianzhu has become increasingly poor recently."
"I can't even afford to smoke."
As if talking to himself, Zhang Ziliang muttered something.
Wang Ye glanced at him indifferently, took out a cloth bag, randomly picked out a few cigarettes, and slapped them on the table with a thud.
"Smoke it as you like, I still have dozens of kilograms of this stuff."
"I can control you until the day you die."
Zhang Ziliang's hand holding the cigarette butt froze in mid-air, looking a little embarrassed. He scratched his head, finally put out the cigarette butt in his hand, opened a box, smoked one, and quietly stuffed the remaining ones into the drawer. in.
No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat.
First victory, got it!
"How was the harvest?"
Finally getting to the point, Zhang Ziliang rubbed his hands and looked at Wang Ye expectantly.
As a result, Wang Ye's face looked very ugly. After a long time, he patted the coffee table: "Buddhist country is so poor!"
"Their Buddha statues are all gold-plated and filled with iron. Did you know? It's not even copper!"
"Those bald donkeys can't afford to eat anymore, so they eat grain at home every day!"
"There are only a few shabby books in the Sutra Pavilion, children's books!"
Wang Ye became angrier as he spoke and slammed the table.
Zhang Ziliang's face turned dark instantly: "Boss Wang, it's over."
Wang Ye coughed awkwardly: "I think it's okay?"
"hehe."
Zhang Ziliang smiled mockingly, took off his simulated metal arm, placed it on the coffee table, and gently stroked it with his right hand.
"Oh, this thing needs to be oiled, otherwise it will get stuck after a long time."
"Using it, I'm really not used to it."
As soon as the big move came out, Wang Ye suddenly fell silent, having nothing to say.
But soon, Zhang Ziliang took out a black and white photo from the drawer. It was Li Xinghe, showing a gentle and kind smile.
"Sometimes I still miss our team leader very much."
"For the sake of the human race, he did not hesitate to self-destruct and killed almost half of the top leaders of the Buddhist Kingdom."
"Qingfeng Village was almost destroyed."
As he spoke, a tear shed from the corner of Zhang Ziliang's eyes.
"When the team leader left, he looked at the red clouds in the distance, his eyes were so lost and nostalgic."
"He said...actually he still wants to fight for the human race for twenty years."
"I can't let go of these lovely children."
"It's a pity...he can no longer see the image of the human race reviving and children running in the sun."
"But he left his last words, saying that our children are suffering and lack of supplies. If we can get 30%, I will probably die, but I will be happy."
As he spoke, Zhang Ziliang's red eyes stared at Wang Ye.
The messy hair, ragged clothes, and bloodshot pupils made him look as if his heart was dead.
Wang Ye was really silent this time.
Although he knew that his last words were false, after all, Li Xinghe did use his life to delay himself.
Thinking...
Wang Ye took out four bulging alms bags.
This time, he really owed Li Xinghe.
But at this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Li Xinghe looked at Zhang Ziliang on crutches: "Old Zhang, I think there is something that I still want to tell you. After all, if I really die one day, You can fall into passivity.”
While speaking, Li Xinghe's expression was very serious.
Zhang Ziliang looked at him crazily, as if he wanted to eat someone.
Li Xinghe glanced blankly and seemed to be petrified when he saw Wang Ye sitting on the sofa and the four bulging alms bags in his hands.
After a long time.
His face was suddenly filled with sadness, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, and he sighed softly: "What I worry about the most are the children. I am unwilling to die..."
"I just came back to take a look and take one last look at our team."
"you..."
"You must live well."
As he spoke, Li Xinghe's back became rickety, looking very lonely and desolate, and slowly disappeared into the corridor.
Zhang Ziliang looked at Li Xinghe's poor acting skills, which were messy in the wind.
After a moment, he stiffly turned his head to look at Wang Ye and said with a guilty conscience: "I said...he is really a liar. Do you believe it?"
A faint smile appeared on Wang Ye's lips.
Then he quickly put away the alms bag, took out four cloth bags with his other hand, and threw them on the coffee table.
"I am a person who values credibility most."
"Eighty-two points, absolutely 20%, a good deal!"
“Looking forward to our next cooperation.”
After saying that, Wang Ye stood up, turned around and left.
Zhang Ziliang immediately picked up the bag and looked inside.
The first one.
A pile of broken pieces of Buddha statues, 80% of which are copper.
The second one.
Some miscellaneous energy items look very crude, and the energy inside them is thin.
The third one.
There are some ancient books, but most of them are useless Buddhist scriptures, which are read when worshiping Buddha and praying.
The fourth one.
Five cloth bags.
All the items, that's all.
In fact, Wang Ye had already divided the items into categories when he was in the car.
Because after returning to the city, he felt that the atmosphere was not right, and he was somewhat wary, so he deliberately divided the supplies into two parts.
One portion is 20% of the price, and all are high-quality items.
I even filled in a lot of stuff.
If we really calculate it, the possible cost-effectiveness can reach about 40%.
The other portion is 20% of the normal price. If calculated purely by weight, it is indeed 20%. There is no fault.
As for which copy to send, it depends on the specific situation.
Unexpectedly, it actually came in handy.
Zhang Ziliang looked at the pitiful four bags in his hand and gritted his teeth: "Old bastard, you are so ruining my good deeds!"
"Boss Wang, don't leave!"
Zhang Ziliang wailed, hurriedly chased out, and entered the elevator with Wang Ye. He grabbed Wang Ye's arm without hesitation and refused to let go.
