This is the first time Zhang Ziliang has evaluated a person like this.
Wang Ye was startled for a moment and glanced at Zhang Ziliang subconsciously.
Moreover, he learned a very important information from Zhang Ziliang's words, Maitreya appeared again.
He did have a clone before, and he wanted to reach a certain degree of cooperation with Po Meng, but he had Po Meng kill him at his own suggestion.
So what appears now is the true body?
Or another clone?
That guy, I feel, is similar to Zhang Ziliang to a certain extent. He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, even sacrificing himself.
"I have met this person Maitreya."
Wang Ye spoke slowly: "It was also by coincidence that one of his clones was blown up by the people from the underworld, and accidentally stayed with me and stayed in contact with me for about a few days."
"He had obviously recovered a lot at that time. I am not sure if he has the strength to fight back against me, but there is definitely no problem in leaving."
"In the end, he stayed with me and allowed me to take him to the underworld, and he wanted to join forces with the underworld."
Wang Ye kept recalling every detail of his contact with Maitreya, even every word Maitreya said and the tone of his voice.
After all, when your intelligence reaches the level of Maitreya and Zhang Ziliang, any little thing that goes unnoticed may become a breakthrough!
Zhang Ziliang frowned deeply as he listened to Wang Ye keep telling the information that Maitreya had revealed in those three days.
"This man is very cautious."
"And he was very decisive at the critical moment. You have obviously shown a certain importance, but he did not choose to kill you conservatively, but wanted to exchange for more benefits."
"The cautious thing is that even when facing you, he didn't reveal too much information. It was obviously a subconscious move."
"But such a cautious person dares to take a gamble at critical moments."
"If nothing else happens, he will be the think tank at Lingshan."
The outline of Maitreya appeared in Zhang Ziliang's mind, and he kept thinking about it.
"It takes a lot of effort to fight against this kind of person."
He looked very helpless, but his eyes exuded strong fighting spirit!
For people who claim to rely on their brains to make a living, they will naturally be full of interest in their own kind, but... unfortunately, the duel between them sacrifices... human lives.
The bet...is the future.
The price is too high, at least Zhang Ziliang...can't afford to lose, and can't lose!
"I need to put together a file about Maitreya."
Zhang Ziliang murmured, and then he no longer even looked at Wang Ye. Instead, he took out a piece of neat white paper and wrote something quickly on it. He quickly crossed out some and added some, accompanied by A few light coughs.
Wang Ye did not disturb him, but quietly turned around and left.
After all, for such a person who is deep in thought, even if you give him a sap from the side, he may not be able to notice it.
And the conversation was almost finished. When he went out and turned right, there were two groups of people waiting for him.
In this way, Wang Ye strolled to the door of the grocery store, and then looked meaningfully at a Taoist priest sitting at the threshold basking in the sun.
Mao Yongan...
This guy's legs and feet are very nimble, he came back so quickly.
He had called himself Wang Ye before, which gave him a cousin for nothing.
Of course, is Wang Ye the kind of person who holds grudges?
Certainly not!
Wang. Broad-minded. Ye.
This name is not called for nothing.
At this time, Mao Yongan lazily closed his eyes, basking in the sun leisurely, and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Wang Ye passed by him softly, as if he was a little unsteady, his steps slipped, and he was kicked on the waist.
Mao Yongan was so frightened that he suddenly stood up from the ground, and kept shouting: "Who, who attacked me sneakily!"
"It won't be that beast Wang Ye again..."
"Wang...Brother Wang?"
Mao Yongan cursed subconsciously, but the moment he saw Wang Ye, half of what he said seemed to be blocked by something, and he could no longer speak.
"Come back so early?"
"Why do you have so much time to sit here today?"
"Quick, please come inside."
Mao Yongan had a sneer on his face and gave up half of his body at the door.
"Aren't you here to see our little Taoist master from Daocheng?"
"Why have you become lazy recently? There are still many places in the wasteland that have not been explored, waiting for you to search."
"You have to work hard!"
Wang Ye patted Mao Yongan's shoulder kindly, and slowly walked into the grocery store with Mao Yongan's confused eyes.
"came back?"
Po Meng lay on the rocking chair, glanced at Wang Ye, and asked with a smile.
Wang Ye did not answer in a hurry, but took out a rocking chair of the same style from the cloth bag, placed it next to Po Meng, and lay down comfortably, with a satisfied look on his face.
"It's a scam from start to finish, nothing to gain."
"We even lost some supernatural items."
"Overall, blood loss."
"There's obviously something wrong with your information. I'm just working for free. I have to pay some mental damages."
When he said this, Wang Ye didn't blush or breath, and he was complaining both inside and outside his words.
I just had to tell Po Meng directly that you lied to me and I am very sad. I need money to soothe my wounded heart.
...
Seeing Wang Ye's shameless look, Po Meng didn't know what to say for a moment. After a long time, she said quietly: "Mao Yong'an has also been to Yaochi. I already know what happened."
The implication is, stop acting.
Wang Ye rolled his eyes and glared at Mao Yongan again. With Mao Yongan's somewhat panicked expression, he withdrew his gaze and muttered: "You know everything, yet you still ask."
"Is it okay not to ask?"
"Our underworld finally managed to cultivate a good seedling, so I asked you to take care of it for three days..."
"You were fooled into becoming a city manager?"
"During the day, I saw him straightening his back and passing by my door with high spirits."
"You can even dig into the corners of our underworld, what else can't you do?"
Po Meng snorted coldly.
Although he is just a young man with good talent, he was only prepared for Yaochi.
but...
You have a dime, but you are too lazy to spend it, so you don’t feel bad if you keep it at home.
I lost it when I went out...it's a little annoying.
If it is stolen by someone else, and then that person will take out the dime and wave it around in front of you from time to time, it will be annoying.
Po Meng is obviously in this state of mind.
Every time I see Liang Zhishui passing by my door, I have a strange feeling.
Wang Ye's expression remained unchanged, looking confused, as if he didn't know what Po Meng was talking about.
