Supervisor Deng Chun warmly received Ronan and led everyone to the stockyard. Zhao Xi fell behind again, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally grabbed a manager from the other party and asked quietly:
"How many sons does your Chairman Deng have?"
The person being asked showed an "I understand" expression, but his tone was still tight: "I really don't know..."
Zhao Xi pouted. According to the information checked last night, this close comrade-in-arms of Gao Wenfu is almost the same age as Gao Wenfu. He is already very old. He must be over eighty years old.
As for Manager Deng, despite his rosy complexion, his face is tender. He looks like a freshly graduated college student, and he looks like he is in his prime in his twenties.
It makes more sense to be a grandson.
So no matter what, I can only admire the fact that rich people stay strong.
No matter what kind of rich gossip there is, at present, Director Deng still looks quite capable. His father had a huge property in Lake City, but it was not easy for him to work as a grassroots supervisor in such a remote mountain and old forest, and to show a lot of drive.
In terms of business, at least he is familiar with the situation in the stockyard.
There are a large number of mutant furs and bones in the yard, as well as many collected mutant plants to be dried. The smell is quite "wonderful", and the stacking layout is also extremely "respectable".
To be honest, it is not a suitable place to visit.
But Director Deng remained calm and could tell the source of the corresponding materials, batch disposal methods, downstream processing and distribution directions with just a finger.
Zhao Xi was far away and didn't pay much attention. He couldn't hear clearly intermittently. In addition, he was an outsider in yard management and couldn't tell whether he was talking nonsense. But he has been performing tasks in the wilderness for many years, and he is an expert in how to deal with aberrations and various aberrations.
He saw that when Director Deng was introducing Ronan, he was casually weighing the large and small materials. He knew the center of gravity of complex materials at first glance, and could also avoid the damage caused by the sharp fur stabs. In other words, he is simply a veteran who has been in the industry for more than ten or twenty years, and he was quite admired for a while.
But there was one thing. No one knew what Ronan's purpose was for suddenly coming to the yard. Deng Chun, who is as skilled in business as he is, can only treat his superiors with a casual visit.
No matter how big this yard is, it only takes ten minutes to go around it. Moreover, after the superiors visit, they can also go to the conference room to have a discussion, drink tea and chat, Ronan's side...
Later, thanks to Deng Chun's eloquence, he had already begun to tell some stories and legends about the mountainous area. He was stalling for time and waited for Ronan to express his stance.
Zhao Xi was amused, but he forgot to look at the road and almost bumped into someone else. When he turned around and saw Long Qi again, he couldn't help but be surprised. No matter how good the radio equipment is, in a noisy outdoor environment, it is difficult to achieve good results even if it is ten meters away.
"You don't want to go forward?"
"The live broadcast must be detailed and appropriate. This information is meaningless. Don't teach the children badly."
Zhao Xi expressed his understanding that the processing and circulation of aberrant products, including their final applications, are somewhat "taboo", so it's okay not to listen.
But the question is, are you sure you know how those "children" who have been banned by all of you feel?
Zhao Xi curled his lips and ignored Long Qi for the time being. He was not interested in the too "social" social scene in front of him. As he walked along, he looked around and looked at the surrounding environment, which was also considered as fulfilling his "protective duty".
This look really made him see something strange.
At the entrance of the yard where they came in, the person walking back and forth with a stooped waist, seeming a little irritable, but looking at him from time to time, must be the old man who reminded them on the dock.
This guy stopped patrolling and came to stand guard at the gate?
Just as he was thinking about it, Zhao Xi and the old man's eyes met. Even though he was older than the other man, his eyes were so good that even though they were nearly a hundred meters away, they could notice him. When I put my hands behind my back, I turned around and walked away, feeling angry.
Blame the old man.
Zhao Xi originally wanted to find someone to ask about the old man's situation, but at this moment, Ronan, who was about to start his second round of shopping, finally spoke:
"There are no materials to make masks here...then there should be a business that specializes in collecting materials, right?"
When Ronan said this, everyone present was a little confused. It was not easy to clarify Ronan's logic one after another:
Nothing wrong!
In such a mountain yard, all kinds of products are relatively complete. The fact that I didn't see any specific materials at all shows that there is a business that specializes in collecting these materials.
What they have seen so far must have been selected for more than one round.
However, Ronan said the mask...
Director Deng Chun was silent for half a second, and the smile on his dark face seemed to fade a little: "Boss Luo, the mask you are talking about refers to... the materials for making Nuo dance masks?"
Without waiting for Ronan to confirm, he laughed hard: "I've heard all about it in the mountains. Last night you went to our Nuo bureau and frightened some people."
Zhao Xi subconsciously took a few steps forward.
He didn't have a clear understanding at first, but when he passed through the crowd of escorts in front of him, he saw the awkward and awkward faces of some people, and he suddenly realized:
Deng Chun's seemingly intimate expression was somewhat over the top and lost the "sense of boundaries." Not to mention whether everyone is so familiar with each other, just say that last night you were in the mountains and you were so concerned about the advance base. Didn't you tell Ronan openly:
I'm watching you!
Seeing Deng Chun like this, Zhao Xi was not surprised: he felt a bit like the second generation now. After all, he was a young man and couldn't hide his edge - he was too sophisticated before.
The problem is, Ronan is at least seven or eight years younger than this guy.
Tsk, that makes no sense!
All of the above are Zhao Xi's inner thoughts. From this aspect, there is no essential difference between him and those netizens who act as "amplifiers" and "haha mirrors."
Judging from the visible range alone, the atmosphere at the scene was relatively peaceful. Deng Chun, a young man, after showing his talents for a while, returned to his mature and sophisticated state. He did not show any slightness to Ronan because he was more than ten years younger than him.
The positioning is also very clear, with "you" in every word, and the appearance can be as low as the mud. As for the spikes that were exposed before, Ronan "couldn't hear" them, so what could others do?
Deng Chun extended the topic of "mask" and explained it to Ronan: "Nuo dance masks are actually not that particular. The most commonly used ones are willow, Paulownia and poplar. The one you got yesterday is made of willow..."
"Give it back." Liu Fengming interrupted coldly.
This sentence interrupted Deng Chun's display of his ability to control information. He still smiled, seemingly not caring: "These types of wood are not precious in the mountains, but they may contain some troublesome deformed parasites, so we don't store them much in this yard. …”
Ronan asked seriously: "Isn't stone and bone allowed? Leather and metal are also available."
"There are people who do that, but it's not mainstream."
"Is the Hudun Order mainstream or non-mainstream?"
"..."
Ronan suddenly named him, which made everyone at the scene tense up. They wondered if this man was angry.
Deng Chun was able to resist. After a short interval, he responded: "The sect should still be inclusive. Isn't it nice for everyone to gather around Lord Baifeng and be protected by him to solve problems together and make a fortune?" .”
This guy didn't answer the question right and went around in circles with Ronan... What's going on?
Ronan already knew the details about your father, and Liu Fengming even "reminded" him once, but Deng Chun still made such meaningless twists and turns. What kind of attitude is this?
Seeking death?
Or does it mean that he has a deeper grasp of the intelligence information and already knows that the boss has a good temper and doesn't care?
Zhao Xi went to see his boss. Frith also frowned, but he didn't make any moves like Liu Fengming.
He turned back to look at Long Qi. This guy was still patting and circling around with great interest. He was also in the mood to show off his ability to identify aberrations for the furious viewers in the live broadcast room.
This approach is simply a joke.
Oh, yes, it’s just a joke.
I just want to see you beat me to death, but you act like I have no choice but to beat you.
The attitude that Zhao Xi felt from Deng Chun was clearly like this!
Is this kid out of his mind?
Zhao Xi was also a little annoyed.
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with Zhao Xi, but now he thinks that Ronan is his boss, and he is the kinder and kinder type. After a few rounds of contact, I felt a little bit conscious of humiliating my subject to death.
His mouth is stupid, and his fighting skills may not be that good compared to Frith Liu Fengming, but he can choose to expose the yin and yang of this muddy boy - Ronan has a good temper, but it doesn't mean that he has a bad heart. Hate.
When everyone really throws all "etiquette" into the dirt, if Deng Chun dares to say one more thing, even if he is a man, a monument will be built for him after he dies.
Zhao Xi thought this in his heart, his blood surged up, and he took another step forward.
At this moment, Deng Chun's expression suddenly changed. He put his fist against his lips, lowered his head and coughed twice. When he raised his face again, he showed a smile that looked like sunshine.
However, Zhao Xi felt that when Deng Chun raised his head, he glanced at Wen Huilan first. As for Wen Huilan's expression, Zhao Xi couldn't see it from this angle. He could only see her casually adjusting the gauze scarf on her shoulders, her posture was demure and elegant.
Ronan's eyes were also attracted.
It is not only the eyes that are attracted, but also the hands.
Ronan seemed to have forgotten about the conversation with Deng Chun, so he just stretched out his hand, placed his fingertips on Wen Huilan's shoulder, picked up a small piece of gauze, and rubbed it gently.
Does it feel good?
in public;
Before live footage;
In full view;
you you you……
Zhao Xi was filled with indignation and was instantly crushed by this absurd, bizarre and illogical scene.
Wen Huilan was stunned for a rare moment, and the fingers that were still attached to the gauze scarf on her shoulders and neck were also frozen there, only half a reach away from Ronan's fingertips.
The situation is now so absurd that it is almost out of control, so out of control that no one knows how to react.
What's even more ridiculous is that Deng Chun was the one who was put on the shelf for no apparent reason and asked to save the situation. No matter what he thinks in his heart, he really works hard in action:
"Ahem, I'm a little off topic. You were talking about masks just now."
"A mask used in the Hundred Faces Festival."
Liu Fengming added another sentence at the right time. It was a bit like his body shape gave people the impression that he was like a pumpkin hammer, hitting people directly in the face.
But now many people want to thank him, at least the pain can make people sober up.
Deng Chun was very cooperative: "That kind of thing is not actually called a mask. It is called a sacrificial weapon within the religious order. At least it must be called a magical weapon. Ah, I'm sorry, I'm too subjective. I'm used to it. Of course it can be called a mask. Just know what it means. Can.
"I'm not afraid of your ridicule, Luo Xianxian. In fact, my hobby is to study mask instruments, including material selection, production and how to match them with rituals..."
At this time, Ronan's eyes turned back from Wen Huilan and said casually:
"Does it suit you too?"
"..."
Ronan's words made Deng Chun freeze for at least two seconds. That is to say, Ronan's current actions are too eye-catching. In comparison, the others are a little different and not very eye-catching.
After these words, fortunately, Ronan finally took back his hand. A bunch of helpless people at the scene could finally take a breath.
Deng Chun followed up and asked: "Can I ask what Mr. Luo's considerations are regarding the mask material?"
"I want to see if it can be used as a substitute. I have done some experiments recently. I originally wanted to use the secret contract as a carrier, but the quantity is limited and it may take some time for new supply; secondly, I also consider the waste. The carrying capacity of your mask magic weapon is quite good, I want to see if the material can be used as a temporary replacement... After all, it is produced by Baifengjun."
With that said, Ronan turned his eyes to Wen Huilan again and nodded to confirm:
"Pretty good."
