On the life and death of carbon-based monkeys

Wen Cheng stared blankly at Jarowett for a while, then suddenly slapped the table and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha...hahahahaha... Huan, Huanzi, you...hahaha... It's not easy for you guys to come back once, don't stay here It's funny, hahahaha..."

"..." This stupid carbon base!

Sure enough, they would not believe such a topic directly to Carbon Base.Combining the actual situation and previous experience, Jarowett changed his strategy and sighed: "Didn't you realize that I am different from before?"

"I found out, you don't love Qin Shuyang anymore." Wen Cheng said quickly.

"..." The warden resisted the urge to take apart the fat man's head to look at his brain structure, and returned to his expressionless state, staring straight at him with his dark and dull eyes: "Yes, I don't love Qin Shuyang... He Zihuan can die for Qin Shuyang, but I will let Qin Shuyang live only for me."

"..." These words sounded a little strange, Wen Cheng looked at him suspiciously for a while, and really saw something different.He just thought that his buddy was taller, thinner, and handsome, but now he has mental problems... Does this mean that he really doesn't love Qin Shuyang?This is to love him so badly!

Wen Cheng's eyes became more and more strange. After thinking for a long time, he still decided not to provoke him, and laughed again: "Oh, listen, this is a bit of domineering. Okay, I understand, after death is a new life, now You are a brand new you, you should abandon, no, subvert everything in the past! Come, come, scholar, tell brother, what is your name now?"

Although he couldn't understand what Wen Cheng's strange look was about, for the sake of his mentioning his name, Jarowett decided to forgive him generously: "You can call me Jarowett."

"...Good guy, I even gave you an English name." Wen Cheng laughed dryly, and decided to change the subject: "Then, Huanzi, are you free these two days? I want to talk about something here. Business, if you are free, will you walk with me?"

"Real estate? The residential area next to Xinyuan Avenue?" Jarowett searched for relevant information and raised his own doubts.

"That's right, even you know about the demolition over there? Oh, it's broken, and the old man said it's the best news, let me hurry up and talk about it before no one is eyeing that area ..." Wen Cheng said angrily.

"If there is a chance, I will help you." Jarowett adjusted his current progress and said calmly.

Wen Cheng didn't take it seriously.He and He Zihuan have been together for ten years, and have already figured out his temper.How much He Zihuan weighs, Wen Cheng knows better than his mother.So he just smiled and nodded: "Hey! Got it! If I have anything to do, please excuse me!"

After calculating, it was almost time, and Wen Cheng was going to call the waiter in to check out.Before he could stand up completely, he heard Jarowett say something:

"Chengzi, are you interested in doing business with me?"

Wen Cheng slipped and fell on the chair with a slap.

Just by looking at Wen Cheng's reaction, you can tell that it is not easy to convince him.Both he and He Zihuan, and He Zihuan and him, have a very deep understanding of each other.However, this does not hinder the warden in the slightest, and will instead become a powerful bargaining chip for him.

Cheng Zi values ​​loyalty, He Zihuan lost contact with him for eight full years from elementary school to university, but the first time he saw He Zihuan in college, Wen Chengcheng recognized him, and put He Zihuan in his protective circle without hesitation Down.Although Jarowett is very incapable of understanding this kind of behavior, let alone this impulsive "righteousness", this does not prevent him from fully simulating this kind of behavior in order to achieve the best effect in handling things.

It is precisely because of Chengzi's loyalty that he will help his brother when he is in trouble-this is the key to Jarowett's selection of him.

Jarowett didn't seem to see his excited reaction, poured himself another cup of tea, and drank the scent of fresh soup in his mouth: "Let me say, are you interested in doing business with me?"

Chengzi got up from the chair and looked at him in surprise: "No... that, Huanzi, why did you suddenly think of doing business?"

"I got a dick. As long as I have enough funds, I can get a lot of money back." Jerowit put down his teacup and raised a hand, "At least...you can get this amount."

Wen Cheng frowned, his facial features were almost crowded together: "50?"

"As a local tyrant, you have to have some vision, right? At the very least, multiply it by one hundred."

Wen Cheng almost slipped under the table: "5000 million?! Are you kidding me!"

"I'm not joking, I'm talking to you seriously."

"..." Wen Cheng looked at him, no matter how he looked at him, he found it incredible.He Zihuan's character, he couldn't understand it well.Although he is a college student who graduated from the Department of Business Administration, he has no financial talent at all. He can be cheated by buyers by setting up a stall, and lose everything in the stock market... He said he was in business?or seriously?

So Wen Cheng also asked very seriously: "You are not being tricked again, are you?"

Jarowett shook his head, took out his mobile phone and handed it to him: "Do you know who this person is?"

What was shown on the screen of the mobile phone was a photo of Jerowit and Liu Wen, with their shoulders crossed and their backs crossed, in an intimate pose—of course it was not a real photo.With Lu Zhe, who is afraid of chaos in the world, next to him, Jarowett has prepared hundreds of photos of this kind...but for Wencheng, Liu Wen is enough.

Wen Cheng's expression was a little puzzled: "This is?"

"Director of Education Department of Beijiang Province, son of Liao Yuhong."

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It was getting dark quickly in winter, and when he came out of Qin Shuyang's house, the lights were already on.It took a little time to eat, and it took a little longer to convince Wen Cheng... When the last two people paid the bill, the waiter's eyes were already strange.

Wen Cheng is a very careful person, even if Liu Wen is moved out, it will not be so easy to convince him.He always thought that Jerowit had been cheated. It wasn't until Jerowit called Liu Wen and let the two have a brief conversation that Wen Cheng believed him and agreed to give the money.

From the moment Jarowett took revenge on Qin Shuyang, Liu Wen knew that he must want to do something.In Liu Wen's view, Jarowett may not have a mental problem.He has always had doubts about this in his heart, but he is not sure whether it is time travel or rebirth.

The warden's intentionally misleading aspect played a role beyond imagination.Whether it's crossing or rebirth, according to Jarowett's performance, he is destined not to be confined to this three-acre land.And no matter what kind of career he will make, it is very beneficial for Liu Wen to make friends with such a person.Among the people Jarowett has identified so far, Liu Wen is the only one who does not let ambition overshadow reality, and curiosity overwhelm reason.So among the inducements to several people, only he got this double-edged sword.

Among the others, He Ziru, Zheng Yun, and Wencheng didn't notice any clues. Bercia thought he was suffering from dissociative disorder, and Lu Zhe was the one who would think you were joking no matter how you told him the truth.As for Qin Shuyang...

There seemed to be a flash of light in the dark eyes, which was the manifestation of the fluctuation of the mental body affecting the body.Jarowett walked slowly along the path, slowly mobilizing the body's energy to regulate the body itself.

In a few dozen days, it will be time to cleanse the body again...

The further you go to the suburbs, the fewer houses and pedestrians.When the environment became silent and many noisy voices began to move away, Jerowit also relaxed the shackles on hearing, and calmed down to listen to everything around him.

The sound of footsteps, the rustling of leaves being blown by the wind, the sound of voices coming from the houses on the side of the street, the sound of kitchen knives hitting the chopping board, the sound of a dog barking in the distance... No matter how small the sound is, it all converges at this moment. In both ears, it was received by the warden's spirit without any omission.

Among the many races in the universe, the advanced intelligent spirit body is known as the most powerful race, but the race that is recognized as the most potential is the lower race with **.Although a powerful mental body possesses defenseless means of attack and superb intelligence, the lack of emotions and desires greatly limits their development potential.For this reason, the Alliance had no choice but to issue various detailed laws, so that every spiritual body knew what it was going to do from birth...

And since descending on this inferior carbon-based body, Jarowett has had other sensations besides pain and pleasure.Sight, hearing, taste... No matter how powerful a carbon-based body is, it is impossible to resist the high-concussion light energy guns that are basically equipped by alliance soldiers.But if it is true, as in the legend of the carbon base, by gathering energy to transform the body and spirit, and gradually become an existence with both powerful body and strong spirit...then no matter how powerful the weapon is, it may be able to rely on itself Time to get over it.

Although after analyzing and researching for a period of time, the warden found that most of those legends were fictitious, but martial arts, qigong, and even supernatural powers, these all exist... What's more, after activating his own cells, Jerowite's current ability, Has reached the "hundred steps through Yang" and "listen to the wind to identify the position".

If this continues, maybe one day...

Jarowett closed his eyes and pressed his idle threads of mind to his eardrums.The activity of the cells instantly increased a lot, and the subtle sounds from afar were gradually absorbed into the ears...

"... As I said earlier, that thing is not in my hands..."