Son of the Tower

Chapter 430 The Magical Land

Waiting is a different kind of suffering.

There are many versions of this proverb, but my favorite is a short story written by Mr. Meng Xiao in Tainan Zhiyue Collection.

In the story, young people love each other but are reserved, stay together silently, until at the end, the bold hands entangle each other, and this story of love and concubine comes to an end.

"Are you still in the mood to read Zhiyue Collection written by Mr. Meng Sheshen?" His companion walked in from the door, adding some popularity to the scene where there was no one else except him and the proprietress of the izakaya.

"Mr. Meng Sheshen is the first generation of romantic novelists after the Great Destruction. He has written many stories and brought comfort to the people of that painful era. Even we people in the four islands think that he lit up that era. A great man." When Sanzhi Weizhen said this, he looked at his old friend: "Why did you come, do you know who is eyeing me today."

"Mr. Mars Gayatt of the High Tower." As a friend, the visitor sat in front of Sanzhi Weizhen. With silver hair, it is the blood of the elves: "I told you the head of the board of directors over there, the water in southern Thailand is too deep, let's not mention the reclusive sages, just the sage Yu who is still walking. We can fight, the old man seems very kind recently, but who can remember who was in the past 500 years ago, those who were identified as national scum were hanged on the street lamp without even a trial, and made so much money , I think everyone on the board of directors, why can't you spare some time to watch such good programs that can enlighten your mind and save your life by the way."

"Xie Huai'an, you, the young master of Xinghuo Group, are you here to laugh at me?" Sanzhi Weizhen asked back.

In this regard, the young man called Xie Huai'an shook his head: "I came to see how you were killed."

The atmosphere in the izakaya was a bit cold, and the proprietress who came over with tea and snacks was a little overwhelmed, but Sanzhi Weizhen waved: "Miss proprietress, don't worry, this is my old classmate in school."

"Sorry to disturb you." After Xie Huai'an finished speaking, his prosthetic eyes shone brightly. After receiving the tip by electronic transfer, the worry on the landlady's face disappeared. She put down the tea and snacks, and left calmly.

"Do you want to see me die that much?" Sanzhi Weizhen took a sip from his teacup, "New Hangzhou Longjing, it is said that there is only one left in the era of great destruction."

"Nowadays, it has not been bred into a tea forest that can't be seen at a glance. Yu Xianzhi said that you should not hide anything. If you cherish your own broom, you will only cut yourself off from the people." Xie Huaian said while picking up a piece of glutinous rice cake.

"Yu Xianzhe is right. Because of this sentence, everyone in the world can drink green tea from the old era before the destruction." Sanzhi Weizhen looked at the French window beside him while drinking tea, and stood outside the window. Looking at the two policemen, they were looking at the scenery inside with cold eyes.

"Look at the good things your company does. These policemen are no better than those policemen your company spends money to corrupt in Central South, on the Peninsula, and in your own hometown and archipelago. They have faith, and this faith cannot be compromised or bent. , you and your people were wrong from the very beginning. Yu Xiaozhi killed people. That is the tradition of the people in southern Thailand for thousands of years. Traitors must die, and your participation will lead the whole thing to a war between the people and the company. The people in your board of directors really don’t have brains, and your big boss is really going to die this time.” The young man took a bite of the pastry and sneered with a three-pointed smile: “It’s such a big deal, it’s not really going to happen. Let you be a scapegoat."

"In the eyes of the big directors, in this world, except for capital, anyone can die." After Sanzhi Weizhen finished speaking, he drank the tea in his arms.

"Don't worry, Mr. Mars is taking his family members to the barbecue restaurant next to the police station to make skewers. When will your plane leave?" After asking, Xie Huai'an picked up another piece of sesame-seed snack.

"The board of directors bought the ticket for me tomorrow morning at [-]:[-]." Sanzhi Weizhen said here and was silent for a while: "My family asked Mr. Ishikawa, but there was nothing he could do. The daughter married by Shidao What's more, as a legend, Her Royal Highness is already very assertive, she can't hate her little husband just for one word."

What he said made Xie Huai'an laugh out loud: "You're afraid when things are about to happen, right? If I were you, I would have to kneel in front of Mr. Xiao and beg him to let me die that night."

"How can I have such a bad friend like you." Sanzhi Weizhen sighed: "But do you think you can survive if you kneel down and beg?"

"No, Mr. Xiao has clear grievances and grievances. My family's security team offended him. Because he didn't hurt anyone, he retaliated with an eye, but he still gave my father a face. All the parties involved were injured but not killed. My illegitimate brother even entered the tower. As for you..." Xie Huai'an said this, and used the snack in his hand to make him shut up.

"Aren't you angry when you mentioned your younger brother?" Sanzhi Weizhen asked.

"Why am I angry? My brain is more effective than his. I have elf dominant blood and my lifespan is longer than his. I, a half-breed who can live for 200 years, and him, a pure-blooded human, are angry. Why am I so stingy?" the young man said. After finishing speaking, he looked at Sanzhi Weizhen's oily head: "It's you, my old friend, you are getting old."

"Of course I will grow old, and I am also a pure-blooded human being." Sanzhi Weizhen said with a smile: "Southern Thailand is really a strange land. Obviously, the world has already chosen us, companies, groups, and the power of capital. Pervasive, but why, why doesn't southern Thailand welcome us with open arms, why target us like the Northernist lunatics... I don't understand."

"Don't say you don't understand this matter, I don't understand it, but I think my father understands, but if the old man doesn't say anything, I can't force him." Speaking of this, Xie Huai'an glanced outside the French window. Gone, now it is a high-tower drone looking at the scenery inside the izakaya with its huge viewfinder lens through the glass.

Xie Huai'an sighed, he stretched out his hand and waved towards the camera.

"You are not afraid that the little gentleman behind the camera will crush you to death after killing me." Sanzhi Weizhen asked with a smile.

"He won't, he is tyrannical, but he is very principled. I just donated a large sum of money to the orphanage system in southern Thailand. I never let the security of the group hurt the people. In his eyes, I am the same Innocents in the land, he will not harm me, I am convinced of that."

Speaking of this, Xie Huai'an looked proud.

"This is Tynan."

He said so proudly.

(End of this chapter)