After happily fantasizing for a while about the joyful grudges and the unrestrained life in the world, Zhao Yang continued to read the newspaper and finally felt a little subtle tension.
In the small section in the middle of the newspaper, a list of new people on the blacklist appeared.
The so-called black list, just look at the introduction and it shows the fierce flames.
Some masters go their own way and use force to commit crimes, completely ignoring the so-called rules not to harm ordinary people.
Just by reading the few words of the introduction, Zhao Yang could vaguely see the position of the newspaper itself, and it was obvious that he was wary of people on the black list.
One of the black list members is a partnership of two people. They only occupy one place. They are introduced in detail, Wang Quan and Wang Lian, brother and sister. These two people received commissions from ordinary people three years ago. It was a short time. Within half a month, a company was bankrupted and two people died.
In the Ming Dynasty, the death of a person was a big deal.
Because of this, the two brothers and sisters were on the black list, and a reward was offered for their arrest, and the reward was quite high.
"Three years have passed, and the unlucky boss of that company still only dares to do odd jobs to make ends meet. He was a good businessman, and his business was not bad, but he was frightened by these two people and became a social terror, even for the sake of I have to go out to work to make ends meet, and I will never say any unnecessary words to others."
Mu Qingyun shook his head, "My master drank some wine a few days ago and dreamed that he would catch these two people and earn a large bounty. Unfortunately, it was just a dream. Anyone who can be on the black list is not easy to catch. Getting rich overnight can only exist in dreams."
"No matter where you are, if there are people who obey the rules, there are bound to be people who do not obey the rules and disrupt the order."
Zhao Yang was thoughtful.
The evening breeze blew and the lake surface rippled. Mu Qingyun stood up abruptly: "Let's go, I'll take you back first...the rice is almost burnt."
She quickly went to save her own food.
Fortunately, the dish on the stove is stewed beef slices with tomatoes. Even if the stew takes a little time, it still tastes great.
Zhao Yang returned to the multimedia room in a daze. Wang Mengmeng and Zhang Lan were dancing the mouse crazily, with their bodies flying around, shouting until their voices were hoarse. It was obvious that they were getting addicted to playing games.
He immediately let out a breath, a little helpless. Seeing these two ignorant children so happy, he felt more relaxed, but he couldn't help but be a little worried like an old father - don't let them run into each other. Things you shouldn’t look at to avoid getting into trouble.
Not long after, Mu Qingyun placed the rice and vegetables neatly, took out the warm freshly squeezed juice, and called Wang Mengmeng, Zhang Lan, and Zhao Yang to the dining table to eat.
While Wang Mengmeng was yelling about how delicious it was, she watched Mu Qingyun slowly eat six bowls of rice in a row, her eyes flashing.
Looking back, he saw Zhang Lan dumbfounded and said angrily: "What are you looking at? What's wrong? We, A Qing, didn't eat at noon, are we hungry? You guys are allowed to have a good appetite, but us girls are not allowed to have a good appetite? Today I I’ve eaten snacks and I’m not hungry. I can eat even if I’m hungry, and I can eat six bowls!”
Mu Qingyun smiled.
Zhang Lan: He really didn’t say anything!
In fact, we can't blame Wang Mengmeng for being sensitive and fond of eating. She has a sister who also eats a lot. We met her several times and many people laughed at her for eating so much.
Wang Mengmeng gets very angry every time.
Zhang Lan: "嘤嘤."
Mu Qingyun slowly ate another bowl of rice. Wang Mengmeng said nothing and was a little worried that she would eat too much. She simply took out her phone and ordered a few glasses of hawthorn juice.
"Ahem, let's have some after-dinner tea later."
Zhang Lan shut her mouth, stuffed the rice into her mouth and ate it clean, then took the initiative to help wash the dishes, and even slipped Zhao Yang over to help.
"I just took one more glance. This little girl Wang Mengmeng wishes she could turn into a hedgehog and prick me all over. She obviously also thinks that our student Mu eats too much, huh."
Zhao Yang was in a daze for a long time, then quietly touched his forehead and sighed.
How come there are so many?
When he thought that Classmate Mu might be able to fly over walls and climb walls, and that one step might be able to take him a hundred steps ahead, it would not be surprising if he watched Classmate Mu eat a cow in one go.
The species, no, the life levels seem to be different, and the food intake is different, isn't it normal?
Could dinosaurs eat as much as little sheep?
Although Mu Qingyun didn't know that in Zhao Yang's mind, she had become the same species as the dinosaurs, but she looked calm but felt a little embarrassed in her heart.
The people who came to their house today were all 'actors', Mr. Qiao's subordinates, and they were just acting.
After her inexplicable performance today, Zhao Yang must have thought about a lot of things.
But in fact, there are certainly masters, but they are far from as magical as he imagined. In this era, isn't the biggest miracle the ordinary people themselves who have safely survived the catastrophe and recreated civilization?
Mu Qingyun smiled and threw away the awkward little thought, even if Teacher Xiaofang and Mr. Qiao just insisted on her acting in such a play just for fun.
But in fact, apart from being embarrassed just now, she also got a little pleasure that would make her appear second-rate if she said it.
In front of a serious scholar like Zhao Yang, who could only watch from a distance, was restrained in speaking, and felt somewhat inferior, she acted as a person with one foot in the mysterious world and looked at him from the bottom of her heart. Surprised, really happy.
Fortunately, there is really no need to worry about being exposed, otherwise it would not be an embarrassing problem for her, but it would be extremely embarrassing that it would be useless to bury herself without seeing anyone.
After eating, Mu Qingyun was pulled by Wang Mengmeng to play games together for a while.
After playing until it was a few minutes before ten o'clock, Wang Mengmeng hurriedly packed her schoolbag and homework and went home.
"Ah Qing, are you inconvenienced these days?"
Mu Qingyun laughed: "The only task before the midterm exam is to study. These days, Mengmeng, you can come to my house to do your homework when you have time, but you can only play games for half an hour every day."
"I don't usually play much."
Wang Mengmeng agreed with a cheery face.
Mu Qingyun went out and called a car for them, wrote down the license plate number, went back to the house and lay on her comfortable big bed, feeling a little worried about whether Mr. Qiao's plan would work out or not.
It was so late, and Zhao Yang didn't even call their driver to pick him up when he got home!
Mu Qingyun fell into a deep sleep before he finished thinking.
Recently, her daily life has become regular, and her sleep quality has become excellent.
The next day, when it was bright and clear, Mu Qingyun had just gotten up to make breakfast when he received a WeChat message from classmate Zhao Yang - 'Classmate Mu, I remember that newspaper said that there is a place where you can hire experts as bodyguards? I wonder if you can help me introduce it? Do I need to recharge my membership? '
Mu Qingyun silently replied - 'Let me take a look, wait a moment. '
After replying, she took a screenshot of the WeChat message with Zhao Yang and forwarded it directly to Mr. Qiao.
In less than three seconds, the other party's WeChat message came back - 'Forward this WeChat business card to him, the arrangements are made, don't worry. '
Every time she sent a WeChat message to Mr. Qiao, Mr. Qiao would always reply instantly. She was very sorry for his cold, elite face.
Mu Qingyun suspected that Mr. Qiao might have ten heads and could handle ten problems at the same time.
Shaking his head, Mu Qingyun followed Mr. Qiao's request and forwarded the WeChat business card.
That was the business card of a tea bar owner. The name of the tea bar was very loud, "Jianghu Tea Bar".
According to Jia Junhao, he was an intermediary in their circle.
It's not big, but it's very special.
Mr. Qiao typed very fast.
"It's not safe for ordinary bodyguards, even the experts commonly used in our circle, but it's different here."
"If human eyes can see the so-called 'merit', perhaps the 'golden light of merit' on some people in the tea bar can be so thick that they can instantly become saints."
"I'll send you a contract later. Whoever Zhao Yang hires will be booked for next year, plus a layer of insurance."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
