"Who is that, Gao Meng, are you from the Gao family?"
Gao Meng snorted. He didn't storm off or run away on the spot. It was really awesome. Only those in the Gao family could withstand such a test with their iron-faced faces, right?
Gao Meng said,
"The blast furnace is my grandfather, and Gaotie and I are half-brothers."
"Oh~"
The tone of everyone's tone was very meaningful - generally speaking, this kind of tone always makes people have some not-so-good associations.
"Are you the eldest son of the Gao family, the guy who doesn't like blacksmithing but loves the wilderness?"
"Tsk, tsk, it's really different."
A guy looked at the big bump on Gao Meng's head.
It was just knocked out by Lin Chou on the ground. It was fresh and still warm.
"It's more than just different. It's a towering figure. It's truly a towering figure."
"..."
I’ve learned a lot. This is what the sharp head and horns are used for? !
Gao Meng picked up the wine jar and took a big sip.
"I am not an awakened one."
Everyone is confused,
"What's the meaning?"
Gao Meng said in a muffled voice, "I am not an awakened person, and I did not inherit my grandfather's bloodline. I am not as smart as Gao Tie. The Gao family only needs a blast furnace and an heir."
These words caused a group of hunters to be silent for a while. The base city valued surnames, families, and bloodlines very seriously.
Not to mention that Gao Meng is Blast Furnace's biological grandson, even Blast Furnace's biological son can't do it!
What the blast furnace needs is a successor with the same awakened bloodline as him. Perhaps when the blast furnace gets old, the high-speed rail will become the second blast furnace in the base city.
However, Gao Meng is not good enough. He is not even an awakened person. How can he inherit the Gao family?
"My relationship with Gao Tie has been very good since childhood. He likes the forging furnace, the hot flames, and watching any material turn into the shape that grandpa wants under his hammer. He is obedient, sensible, well-behaved, and talented. Grandpa likes it."
"But I'm different. I'm not a rule-abiding person. I don't want to stay in the base city all my life and be a smelly blacksmith. My heart belongs to the open wilderness and is full of destructive desire. My hammer I've never taken out a perfect thing before... Death comes from above. The day I become alienated, I will know that the opportunity has come, hahaha..."
"Especially not long after that, the high-speed rail awakened the power of blood. It was a God-given opportunity!"
"The high-speed rail can do what it wants, and I can do it this time. The wilderness is so interesting. There are living corpses, strange beasts, and magic plants. Every place is extremely exciting and gives me huge surprises. Every time I almost die, Being alive is the most rare wonder for me. I hope that in this kind of life, I can live until the day I die, without the need for a funeral or the incinerator of Mingguang Funeral Home. The day I am looking forward to, All we need is the strange beasts and roaring zombies all over the mountains and plains, that’s enough.”
Everyone scratched their heads together, unconvinced.
If they had the same choice as Gao Meng, they would definitely not become hunters.
What's the point of being a hunter? One day, the corpse may be exposed in the wilderness. Maybe there won't even be a chance to walk in the furnace of Mingguang Funeral Home. There won't be any trace of existence in the world, not even the bones for people to pay homage to. I can’t even keep the pendant, it’s so damn hopeless.
Isn't it annoying to compare people to each other?
When a group of hunters were busy lamenting and lamenting among themselves,
Or maybe it was teasing or something.
"Knock knock."
There was a gentle knock on the door of the small restaurant.
"Little brother, people are here to see you."
The sweet and spicy ending winds around.
A bright red dress floated in,
Only the most delicate and ripe peonies can have it, and their sweet smell is intoxicating.
Everyone in the tavern stared blankly, without saying a word.
Mo Hongniang gently touched the hem of her skirt and sat on the table opposite the counter, completely blocking Lin Chou's sight.
"..."
Lin Chou opened his mouth and felt the muscles in his calf and stomach twisting, causing him to throb in pain.
No, can't you give him some beautiful thoughts about hopes and dreams every day?
Lin Chou still asked,
"Director Mo, what do you...do you want to do?"
Mo Hongniang covered her red lips, and her sweet voice made a group of hunters who had never seen the world run wildly with enthusiasm. The whole small restaurant became a world of hormones and other not-so-artistic atmospheres.
Mo Hongniang said with disgust,
"I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Chou quickly interrupted,
"I paid my taxes!"
"No, people..."
"Not the right partner!"
"I..."
"Go slowly and don't send me away!"
Mo Hongniang rolled her eyes at Lin Chou in embarrassment, but she still wanted to speak in a charming way.
Lin, a good young man who used dreams as horses and spent his poetry and wine years, had never experienced this battle. He raised his head and looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, deep and thin.
Mo Hongniang said,
"Next month's food, it's our turn to be the Chief of Staff. The white beards at the Research Institute are so annoying. They insisted on occupying a spot first. It was obviously the Chief of Staff who caught the caracal cat first."
Lin Chou curled his lips calmly, "You tell me what you say, I will only listen to you for a minute. If you believe it, you will be a ghost."
But having said that, Mo Hongniang did it very smoothly when it came to using power for personal gain.
Needless to say, the quota for next month must fall on Mo Wenwen, right?
Mo Hongniang smiled and didn't care about Lin Chou's petty calculation.
Place a card on the table,
"On behalf of the Mingguang Base City Development Committee, I, Mo Hongniang, formally invite you to join the ranks of the Development Committee."
Lin Chou glanced at the card, which contained his photo and ID card information.
In addition, there is a line of small characters written with the words "Special Recruitment of the Commission".
"What does it mean?"
Mo Hongniang smiled and said,
"Special appointment by the Commission is equivalent to the rank of senior colonel in the garrison. This is how Leng Han entered the Research Institute back then."
Lin Chou frowned.
"I..."
Mo Hongniang was the first to say,
"This is a fictitious title. It does not require you to do any work for the committee. Moreover, it can also avoid a series of unnecessary troubles such as assigning tasks."
Lin Chou didn't think so, and he was so quick to refuse.
"No."
Mo Hongniang uttered two words:
"duty free!"
"..."
Two words, in theory, only takes 0.1 seconds to speak.
Lin Chou's expression changed.
He refused so resolutely just now, would it be very undignified to go back on him now?
So I pinched my chin and started thinking about life.
Mo Hongniang stood up, waved her hand, turned around and threw Lin Chou a huge step.
"You have a few days to think it over, don't refuse in a hurry."
Lin Chou lamented that the key to this was not just about whether to consider it or not.
As for everything about circulation points, can it be a trivial matter?
But having said that, why did the committee choose him?
It can't be for discounts, then this problem is too serious.
