My imagination has come true

Chapter 44
Happily fantasizing for a long time about the happy and unrestrained life in the rivers and lakes, Zhao Yang continued to read the newspaper, and finally felt a little subtle tension.

In the small section in the middle of the newspaper, a list of newly blacklisted people appeared.

The so-called black list, just looking at the introduction, it is full of ferocious flames.

Some masters do their own thing, relying on force to commit crimes, completely disregarding the so-called rules of not harming ordinary people.

Just reading the introduction in a few words, Zhao Yang could vaguely see the position of the newspaper itself, which was obviously full of vigilance against the people in the black list.

One of the members of the black list is a two-person partner, and they only occupy one spot. The introduction is quite detailed. Wang Quan and Wang Lian are brothers and sisters. These two people received commissions from ordinary people three years ago. Within half a month, a company went bankrupt and two people died.

In the Ming Dynasty, any death is a big deal.

Because of this, the two brothers and sisters were on the black list, and a reward was offered for their arrest, which was quite high.

"Three years have passed, and the unlucky boss of that company still only dared to do odd jobs to make ends meet. He was a good businessman, and his business was not bad, but he was frightened by these two people into social terror, even for the sake of I have to go out to work for a living, and I will never say any unnecessary words to others."

Mu Qingyun shook his head, "My master drank some wine a few days ago, and dreamed that he caught these two people and earned a large bounty. It's a pity that it's just a dream. It's not easy to catch anyone who can be on the black list. Getting rich overnight probably only exists in dreams.”

"Don't care about the place, if there are those who obey the order, there must be someone who does not obey the rules and disrupts the order."

Zhao Yang was thoughtful.

The evening wind was blowing, and the lake was rippling. Mu Qingyun stood up abruptly: "Come on, I'll take you back first... the food is going to be mushy."

She hurried to rescue her own food.

Fortunately, the dish on the stove is beef slices stewed with tomatoes, stewed vegetables, even if it takes a little time, it is still a good taste.

Zhao Yang returned to the multi-media room in a daze. Wang Mengmeng and Zhang Lan were frantically dancing the mouse, and their bodies were flying around, shouting hoarsely, obviously playing games well.

He immediately exhaled, feeling a little helpless. Seeing these two children who knew nothing so happy, he felt a little more relaxed, but he couldn't help worrying a little like an old father—don't let them bump into some Don't look at things that shouldn't be seen, so as not to cause trouble.

Not long after, Mu Qingyun arranged the rice and vegetables neatly, took out warm freshly squeezed juice, and called Wang Mengmeng, Zhang Lan, and Zhao Yang to the dining table for dinner.

While yelling and arguing about the delicious food, Wang Mengmeng watched Mu Qingyun eat six bowls of rice slowly, her eyes flashed.

Looking back, I saw Zhang Lan was stunned, and immediately said angrily: "What are you looking at? What's the matter? We Ah Qing didn't eat at noon, so we're hungry? Let you boys have a good appetite, but we girls don't? Today I I’ve eaten snacks, I’m not hungry, I can eat when I’m hungry, I can eat six bowls!”

Mu Qingyun smiled.

Zhang Lan: He really didn't say anything!

In fact, it can't be blamed that Wang Mengmeng is sensitive and loves fried hair. She has a sister who is also a big eater. I met her several times, and many people laughed at her for eating so much.

Wang Mengmeng was very angry every time.

Zhang Lan: "Hey."

Mu Qingyun ate another bowl of rice slowly, Wang Mengmeng didn't say anything, but was a little worried that she would be full, so she took out her mobile phone and ordered a few cups of hawthorn juice.

"Hey, let's have some after-dinner tea later."

Zhang Lan closed his mouth, stuffed the rice into his mouth and ate it, and then took the initiative to help wash the dishes, and even slipped Zhao Yang over to help.

"I just took a second look. The little girl Wang Mengmeng wished she could turn into a hedgehog and stab me all over. She clearly felt that our classmate Mu ate too much, hehe."

Zhao Yang was in a trance for a long time, and quietly stroked his forehead and sighed.

How can there be more?

When he thought that classmate Mu might also fly over walls, maybe he could take a hundred steps in one step, so he wouldn't be surprised even if he watched classmate Mu eat a cow in one go.

Species, no, life levels seem to be different, food intake is different, isn't it normal?

Could dinosaurs eat as much as lambs?
Although Mu Qingyun didn't know that she was about the same species as dinosaurs in Zhao Yang's mind, but she acted nonchalantly, but felt somewhat embarrassed in her heart.

The people who came to their house today are all 'actors', they are Mr. Qiao's subordinates, and they are purely acting.

After her inexplicable performance today, Zhao Yang must have made up a lot of things in his head.

But in fact, masters naturally exist, but they are far less miraculous than he imagined. In this era, the biggest miracle is not ordinary people who survive the catastrophe safely and recreate civilization?

Mu Qingyun smiled, and threw away the little awkward thoughts, even if Teacher Xiaofang and Mr. Qiao insisted on her acting in such a play just for fun.

But in fact, besides the embarrassment just now, she also got a little bit of fun, which would appear to be secondary.

In front of a serious student like Zhao Yang, she used to only be able to watch from a distance, and she was restrained in speaking, and she felt somewhat inferior. She played a person who stepped on the mysterious world with one foot, and looked at the other person from the bottom of her heart. Surprised, really a little happy.

Fortunately, there is really no need to worry about being exposed about this matter, otherwise she would not be an embarrassment issue, it would be an extremely embarrassing situation where it would be useless to bury herself and see no one.

After eating, Mu Qingyun was dragged by Wang Mengmeng to play games together for a while.

Playing until it was ten o'clock in a few minutes, Wang Mengmeng hurriedly packed her schoolbag, packed her homework and went home.

"Ah Qing, is it convenient for you these few days?"

Mu Qingyun laughed: "The only task before the midterm exam is to study. In the past few days, Mengmeng, you can come to my house to do homework if you have time, but you can only play games for half an hour a day."

"I don't usually play much."

Wang Mengmeng agreed with a puffy face.

Mu Qingyun went out and called a car for them, wrote down the license plate number, and went back to the house to lie on her big comfortable bed, a little worried, whether or not Mr. Qiao's plan would come to fruition.

It's so late, Zhao Yang didn't even call his driver to pick him up when he got home!
Before Mu Qingyun finished thinking, he fell into a deep sleep.

Recently, her daily life has been very regular, and her sleep quality has also become excellent.

The next day, when Mu Qingyun got up to make breakfast, he received a WeChat message from Zhao Yang—"Mu, I remember that newspaper said that there is a place where we can hire expert bodyguards?"I don't know if I can help you introduce?Do I need to recharge as a member? '

Mu Qingyun replied silently—'Let me take a look, wait a moment. '

After replying, she took a screenshot of the wechat message with Zhao Yang and forwarded it directly to Mr. Qiao.

In less than three seconds, the other party's wechat came back—"Pass this wechat business card to him, arrange it, don't worry. '

Every time she sent Mr. Qiao a wechat message, Mr. Qiao would always reply in seconds. I'm sorry for his cold elite face.

Mu Qingyun suspects that Mr. Qiao may have grown ten heads and can handle ten problems at the same time.

Shaking his head, Mu Qingyun forwarded the WeChat business card according to Mr. Qiao's request.

It was the business card of the owner of the tea bar. The name of the tea bar was very loud, called 'Jianghu Tea Bar'.

According to Jia Junhao, it was an intermediary in their circle.

Small in size, but very special.

Mr. Joe typed very fast.

"It's not safe for ordinary bodyguards, even the masters who are commonly used in our circle, but this place is different."

"If people's eyes can see the so-called 'merit', maybe the 'golden light of merit' on some people in the tea bar can be so thick that they can instantly become holy."

"I'll send you a contract later. Whoever Zhao Yang hires will also make an appointment for you until next year, adding a layer of insurance."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

(End of this chapter)