The Last Mecha

Chapter 178
"interesting."

Without much effort, Jiang Mulin took off the memory core from the top of his head, and looked at Wu Gou with playful eyes, "Why do I feel that you are like a plague god, where did something happen?"

"I would also like to know why, if I may."

Wu Gou shrugged helplessly.

"Candy?"

"A little bit, thank you, Master Jiang."

"If you can understand what information is contained in this memory core, you should also understand what I mean. This matter is troublesome."

"Ah."

"The main reason is that the short-sighted couple happened to live in the front living room of your house. Mrs. Jiang's words were very detailed, and it didn't sound like a fake, so his man was running outside, like a ticking time bomb. got caught."

Jiang Mulin frowned, and lightly wiped the stubble on his chin, "Once something happened to him, people would find him in your house, but they couldn't find the memory core, so what should we do? Find the people who live there, one by one. You don't even have to run."

"Even if you put it back for him, it won't work. Who can guarantee whether the people in the house have seen it, maybe it will be an accident, and the whole house will be wiped out."

"I came to Jiangsong by the emperor's order this time. One of the reasons is to open a museum to accept disciples. The other reason is also because of the matter of Jiangsong's energy. No matter how many bosses have been changed, this year the hole was even so big that it alarmed the imperial court."

"I know you may not understand, this is different from the mines, the mines are different, and it has something to do with an attribute called appearance. Although the scale of Jiangsong's qi veins is not large, the quality of individual mines is very high. As a result, after reconciling accounts this year, it was found that the stock inside was only close to half, but the planned mining volume was less than a quarter.”

"What does this mean? The qi ore mined from those high-quality mines, Xia Guo himself uses and is smuggled out, is almost one-to-one. If you can do this kind of thing silently, you won't It's a little guy."

"I'm just telling you this. This memory core involves a lot of things, and it can easily affect innocent people. You and your family members may get into trouble."

"How about this, I asked Shouliang to find a room for your family next door to the Martial Art Museum. During this period of time, let my apprentices watch over it more or less. It is more or less a help. If you are going to work or something, ask for leave. At least three days, here. Avoid the limelight. Mrs. Jiang left me here as an important witness, what do you think?"

Jiang Mulin talked a lot on his own. Wu Gou actually understood half of what he heard, but he still raised his head and asked with doubts on his face, "Why is it three days? Master Jiang is so sure that this matter will be resolved within three days?"

"I'm not a fortune teller, so I don't know about such things." Jiang Mulin chuckled, "I said, that cobbler is a bomb. I don't know when it will explode. It's very simple. I'll blow it up for him first."

"Blown up?" Wu Gou lowered his head and pondered for a moment, his eyes flashed with brilliance. After all, he didn't want to create a foolish persona for himself, "I understand! Master Jiang is going to give the Municipal Council a blow."

"Hehe, I have a bit of a brain. I read the memory core. As long as the news spreads, it doesn't matter what the cobbler and his wife are, because the things are with me."

"Pfft!"

Without warning, Wu Gou suddenly bowed down on the ground.

"What is this for? Didn't I tell you—"

"No, it's not the kindness of master and apprentice. The kindness of family members is hard to repay in a lifetime."

"Hey, look at what you said. It's a big deal. I came here for it." The gray eyes looked at him, and the invisible middle-aged man showed a rare warmth. Ah, it’s just you, or just my few apprentices. I’d like to help you think about it and give me some strength. My parents left in my early years, and I lived alone until I met the patriarch. Now look at you little ones It's kind, baby."

"No matter what Master Jiang thinks, I will remember this kindness forever."

"It's up to you, you go to Song Yunqian, tell him to find a room for Mrs. Wang in the martial arts hall, and settle it down. If he disappears in a blink of an eye, I will let him be a salted fish for a week-I, go to the market Political situation, this matter cannot be delayed, the sooner the better. Speaking of which, you are doing me a favor. I have long wanted to find a way to stab that old slippery Zhang Li. Didn’t you just hand over the knife? Jiang Song’s water It’s very deep, and I’ve long wanted to see what’s hidden under the water.”

"Maybe, it's full of wind and rain in the city." After he finished speaking, he strode away. Halfway through, he remembered something, and added from a distance, "The last fight the day after tomorrow, boy, don't forget, I still owe you money." What about mine."

Looking at the disappearing figure, Wu Gou felt mixed feelings.

This was actually his original plan. After reading the contents of the memory core, he soon realized that this master was probably the only one who could ensure the safety of his family.

Jiang Mulin's thoughts were just as he expected, even much smoother.

But he suddenly had the feeling of playing tricks on others, thinking in his heart, it's not really a taste.

but--

That's good, this matter can be regarded as coming to an end, he believes in Jiang Mulin's ability, and since then, he has no worries about his family.

After settling down for my family, I will send away Nan Zhiyun who was hiding in the shop at night. Everything should be over, and I will wait for the day after tomorrow to fight.

It would be nice if it went smoothly like this.

The City Council, the majestic buildings stand upright under the scorching sun, and the red paint reflecting the sun is a bit dazzling.

Two doormen were leaning against the stone wall and chatting, one of them was a newcomer, he had just peeled two melon seeds, when he turned his head and saw his vision darkened, the short neck that blocked the sun had a simple and honest expression, and he was dressed plainly. Like a stupid farmer who doesn't know his way.

Just as he was about to stretch out his arms to stop him, he was slapped by the old gatekeeper on the other side and his head buzzed.

"Master Jiang." The old gatekeeper grinned foolishly, "Who are you looking for? This old slave will let you know."

"Is Master Zhang here?"

"Hey, it's just a coincidence. You said, Mr. Zhang just left the house half an hour ago. It seems that he went to the mine, and he was with Mr. Guo Penglai, the inspector of the city."

"Oh? The old man is still strolling in the mining area in broad daylight? Then please run your errands and pass a message for me over there." Jiang Mulin said, reaching out to pass an older man.

The old doorman took the money with a smile on his face, but after thinking about it, his face became bitter again, "Hey, Master Jiang, it's not a big deal for me to make a trip, I'm afraid Mr. Zhang is busy with things, and I won't be able to get away for a while. Then, let you wait here in vain."

"It's okay, it's none of your business when he comes back, just tell him for me, 'I have a memory chip in my hand', eight words, one is not more than one is not less. Tell him, and then you Whatever you should be busy with, don't worry about me."

"Come on, then you rest here first." The old doorman lowered his body, and then looked fiercely at the young man with all kinds of meat and vegetables. The doorman said, "Why are you swaying around? This is Mr. Jiang from the Martial Arts Academy." , I’m going to do something for someone else, hurry up, let me know from inside, find a good room, put a cushion under the chair, and bring tea, melons and fruits to others! Hurry up!”

When he yelled at the young man, he was actually telling Jiang Mulin, and as soon as the story was finished, he set off.

"He's still smart."

Jiang Mulin looked at his back and muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)