MTL - Returning From Level 900-Chapter 13 condition
Section 13 Conditions
In fact, Wang Wen has thought of countless scenes of reuniting with the old man.
This is probably his biggest thought after reincarnation.
The regrets of the previous life cannot be repeated now.
Thinking of this, Wang Wen rubbed his eyes and opened a big smile to the old man on the chair.
The dean of the college introduced: "Long Gu, this is Wang Wen from our Department of Science Deciphering. He usually has stable grades, is friendly, and has a harmonious relationship with his classmates."
His words were interrupted by the old man raising his hand.
The old man looked at Wang Wen carefully, and suddenly asked curiously, "Did we know each other before?"
Wang Wen's mind flashed pictures from the past, and she shook her head with all her might.
Even in the last life, the two parties knew each other a few years later. Naturally, they have never seen each other during this period of academy.
"That's weird." The old man said with a strange face: "There is a special emotion in your eyes, which is not something that people who meet for the first time have. Look, this lousy old man, what is more attractive than Team Leader Tong, which makes you reluctant to look away from the door?"
Tong Xiaolei on the side was expressionless, only her ears were a little red. The old man didn't say that she hadn't noticed yet. When she said it, she also felt that Wang Wen's performance was a bit different from yesterday afternoon.
However, in her heart, she categorizes this phenomenon as the normal reaction of ordinary people to seeing the head of the Intelligence Department of the First Consortium.
Similarly, Wang Wen's answer also confirmed her speculation.
Hearing the old man's question, Wang Min pursed his lips, took a short breath, and said with a smile, "I'm flattered to see the head of the Intelligence Department of the First Consortium, Mr. Gu, and I can't help myself."
"That's a nice thing to say." The old man pretended to be unhappy and opened the topic: "A piece of information within a hundred floors dares to ask our intelligence department for one million yuan. It's not a small appetite."
Wang Wen is too familiar with the expression of the old man.
True anger or false anger, after so many years of arguing, he could tell by looking at the corner of the old man's eyes.
At this moment, in this place, seeing the expression that he missed for more than 700 days and nights again, even if it was just the habit of the other party showing it unintentionally, it made Wang Wen almost unable to control his emotions.
Dean's room.
Everyone noticed that the scene suddenly became quiet.
After the old man finished speaking, it should have been Wang Wen's turn.
Who knew that he seemed to have forgotten to make a sound.
He just stood there, giggling and his eyes were red.
On the contrary, this phenomenon caught the battle-hardened old man somewhat unprepared.
Listening to the report from his subordinates, the young man in front of him should have been a bold and careful character.
In the end, there was only one sentence that could not be said to be severe, so why did people still cry?
The old man was confused, but Tong Xiaolei came to his senses.
She had long guessed that the information the other party gave was obtained by his relatives sacrificing their lives.
Now it must be difficult to take it out and sell it.
Chang Wuxin's words might have touched the other party's sadness!
The more Tong Xiaolei thought about it, the more certain she became. Then she looked up and saw that Wang Wen was so sad that her heart was broken, but she still had to force a smile in order to be polite.
She lowered her head and said softly to the old man: "Long Chang, according to the analysis of his subordinates, this information should be very precious to him, and it may have been exchanged for the life of a close relative, so he was not even willing to tower when we tested the information. Enter."
The old man Shen Ning: "You mean, he is not a tower climber?"
Tong Xiaolei nodded: "It is very clear that he has never entered the World Tower."
The subordinate's voice was in his ears, and all the wrinkles on the old man's face were stretched, and he made an action that shocked the people around him.
I saw him beckoning to Wang Wen and said kindly, "Child, come here."
The people around were stunned.
Wang Wen was also stunned.
'What happened? ’
'Why did the head of the intelligence department show such obvious kindness to an ordinary person like me who I have never known before? ’
'Is it a trap or is my identity exposed? ’
'Do not! impossible! No one will know about reincarnation! ’
'Then what's the matter? ’
Wang Wen moved towards the old man little by little at his feet, desperately analyzing in his mind.
Based on what he knew about the old man in his previous life, apart from his own people, he could be described as ruthless and ruthless in countless ways.
If this is a count.
What is that picture?
information?
I didn't wait for Wang Wenli to come up with a clue.
The old man has taken his hand.
While looking at him kindly, he patted the back of his hand and comforted softly, "I'm so sorry for you."
Listening to these words that went straight to the heart, and then looking at the old man's face so close, Wang Wen finally broke his defense.
His whole body was shaking, and pea-sized tears fell from his face.
With trembling lips, he used all his reason to suppress the phrase, "Old antique, I miss you so much."
The revelation of Wang Wen's true feelings made the old man confirm Tong Xiaolei's analysis.
Everyone can act, but this kind of unforgettable emotion from the inside out cannot be performed by acting.
He has been doing intelligence work for decades, and if it is fake, it will never escape his eyes.
confirmed this.
The old man's gaze towards Wang Wen became more and more kind. In his eyes, Wang Wen's experience was the same as his, and his close relatives died in the World Tower.
They are all poor people in this broken world.
That being the case, many things are easy to talk about.
The old man patted Wang Wen's hand again, and said kindly, "Don't worry, child, I will call you a lot of money for intelligence. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can contact us."
Wang Min looked at the old man's face, took a deep breath, wiped his face and shook his head with a smile: "I said, it will be free if the elder comes in person, and you don't need to call me for the final payment. It's too troublesome, so let me send you an extra deposit for intelligence."
The old man was slightly taken aback: "Do you have any other information?"
Wang Wen nodded, reluctantly withdrew his hand from the old man's hand, turned around to ask the dean for instructions, and wrote a few lines with the pen and paper on the table.
She tore off the paper and handed it to the old man.
The old man took the paper, put it away and squinted.
The more he looked, the more solemn his face became.
After a few times, he raised his hand and handed the paper to the subordinate behind him.
Tong Xiaolei, Luo Shan and others all looked over together.
The more they looked, the more solemn the faces of the group of people.
Tong Xiaolei winked, and several members of the middle team quickly walked to the table, took away the paper and pen that Wang Wen had used just now, and carefully swept the table several times with some kind of instrument.
He didn't even say hello to the dean.
Of course, the dean didn't seem to have any opinion.
The old man was silent for a while, then raised his head and said to Wang Wen, "The value of your information is far more than the deposit."
Wang Wen nodded: "Yes, I have the conditions."
The old man frowned, showing his original expression, leaning back on the chair with a half-smile: "Wait for me here, okay, let's talk about your conditions."
Wang Wen looked around at a group of people from the intelligence department, and said word by word: "My condition is that the intelligence department allows me to meet Gu Yu at least once a week, talk and chat for a day and a half, During this period of time, any official business that needs to be reported will be piled up first, and unless there is a particularly urgent matter, too many people can’t disturb me.”
One present counts as one.
Collective petrochemical.
The mouths opened wider than the other.
Wang Wen shrugged: "The information has been given to you in its entirety. If you don't agree with it, then I can't do anything about it."
