Chapter 18 Tear up the stepmother script

Style: Romance Author: Lord KyuubiWords: 2131Update Time: 24/01/12 04:30:51
The old man sitting in the middle raised his hand and waved lightly. Xu Mingzhan and others saluted and silently exited the office.

"Xiao Minghua."

"Yes, hello three old gentlemen."

She was neither humble nor arrogant, and her eyes were bright and energetic. This made the three old people have a better impression of her.

The old man in the middle pointed to the lone chair in the center of the office and said, "Sit."

Minghua nodded and took a seat, and said straight to the point: "I have roughly guessed the purpose of why you are here; [Wanduqing] is only for medical projects, and I have two other things in my hand. I think you will like it very much."

"oh?"

Her calmness and boldness surprised the three old people.

Minghua took out the folded paper from his pocket, stood up and sent it to the old man in the middle.

The old man in the middle reached out to pick up the folded paper and glanced at her calmly; seeing that she was as calm as ever and her attitude was as calm as ever.

Unfold the paper, and there are two drawings wrapped inside. After separating them, unfold them one by one. One is the engine drawing, and the other is the thermal weapon drawing. The drawings are detailed. It doesn't look like it was drawn, but rather like it was printed by something.

Too regular, too formatted.

"Where did you come from?" The big guy in the middle showed one of the drawings to the two people around him. He took out an empty file bag from the drawer and put the other one in. While doing so, he didn't forget to ask her.

Minghua said: "I can tell you where you are from, but I will only tell you alone; the matter is important and cannot be known to too many people."

"Little girl, your tone is a bit loud! It's not good to talk big at a young age; your engine drawing can't explain anything. At most, it is an invention, which is beneficial to people's livelihood and economy, nothing more." The old man on the right is not The disease is not slow.

The old man on the left nodded, "Old Yan is right."

Minghua sat back down and stopped talking to see who could endure it first.

After a long time, the old man in the middle said: "You two go ahead, I will talk to classmate Minghua."

The two old men on the left and the right didn't know what was going on, but they had lived a lifetime and held high positions for more than just a day or two. Knowing that he said this, there must be a need for them to avoid him. They said nothing, just nodded lightly, stood up, saluted and left.

He didn't look at her twice when he left, and closed the office door behind him.

After everyone left, the old man sitting in the main seat spoke again, "Weapons are good things. If you take them out so casually, you know their importance early on. If you didn't hand them in, once someone discovers them, you won't." As wanton as it is now.”

They are never soft-hearted towards their enemies; they are also extremely sincere towards their friends.

"It's easy to get something like this, it's easy to say."

When she said this, the old man's expression did not change and he just motioned for her to continue.

Minghua said slowly: "I think you have investigated me. After I was pushed down and hit on the head by someone in my hometown, I got something called a system. I don't know where it came from. If I tricked it , knowing that it has an owner, and I am just a host for it to live on."

"It wants me to earn merit, luck, and faith. These three things can be exchanged for things in the system mall. Taking away people's luck is not a good thing, and I don't want to do it. I can earn merit by myself. As for faith, I I need my motherland father to help me.”

"It is my parents who gave birth to me, and I am raised by my parents and the motherland. As long as I can get something that is beneficial to the motherland, I will hand it over for mutual benefit."

"That's why I turn things in."

The old man frowned, doubtful, "What kind of system do you really have? What kind of thing is it? Did you tell us that it allows you to speak out about its existence? Likewise, are you not afraid of being dissected?"

"The system is not bound to my body, and dissection is useless; even if you find capable people and strangers, it will be useless. It is an invisible and colorless thing that cannot be detected. And I have a way to suppress it. I am telling you now It doesn’t know a word of these.”

Minghua slowly explained, "I haven't fully studied what it is, but I will continue to study it; I will spend decades of my life studying it, and you must have seen the things I exchanged from it. It’s what we desperately need.”

Her calmness was different from that of her peers, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was as steady as a rock, which made the old man's heart sink slightly; she was too calm, too rational, and too calm, which was not in line with the temperament that a woman of her age should have.

"From the investigation, you are not a very smart child, but you suddenly become very good at reading. Is this the ability that it gave you?"

"no."

"How to gain faith?"

"From the adoration and trust of others, it can even become a kind of belief; you can refer to fairy tales." Emotions such as worship and trust are a kind of belief, but they are very weak; truly becoming a kind of belief is the long-term way.

"Are you sure you can control this system?" The old man was worried about the intangible thing.

Minghua solemnly said: "Yes, it can't hurt me, and it can't leave me. If I die, it will leave with me and won't stay here."

When it's time to die, she will take the system with her.

The old man tapped his fingers on the table, thinking about what else he had not asked, "What can it take out?"

"I don't know either, because I don't have enough faith points to refresh its mall at will; I don't know what it will refresh."

"How do you prove you have a system?" This is the key.

"I think the three things handed to you are enough to prove that its existence is real, right?"

The old man nodded slightly and said calmly: "I understand, do you know Tian Shao?"

"Do you know my master?"

"We've known each other for decades. She called me right after you were taken away."

Touching spread in her heart, she hadn't felt such an emotion in a long time.

The old man continued: "Your master has nothing to say to you. Treat her well in the future; she seems to be a serious person, but is actually very soft-hearted."

"I know." He said solemnly and sincerely.

"Go back. Someone will take you back. Don't leave the school after you go back. I will report your matter here and may ask you about the situation at any time. I will also hand over these two drawings."

Minghua stood up and bowed slightly, "Goodbye."

Immediately, she turned around, opened the door of the office and walked out. Xu Mingzhan and the two soldiers who brought her over were waiting outside the door.

"Classmate Xiao Minghua, I will take you back to school."

"Thank you."

As soon as they left, the old man held the file bag and fell into deep thought. After a while, the two old men who left before got the news and came over.

"Lao Yu, how are you? What did she tell you?"

"It's nothing. Don't tell anyone about what you saw about classmate Xiao. I'm going to Zhongnanhai later. You guys can take care of me here and wait for me to come back before talking about anything else." After this trip, I won't be able to come back for a few days.

The two old men looked at each other and did not continue to ask questions; they watched him arrange the vehicle and leave with a portfolio and engine drawings.