I asked you to go to jail, how come you are invincible?.

Chapter 212 Ninth-Level Extraordinary Person

Mr. Ye's right eyelid kept twitching today.

He rubbed his eyes, but he still didn't feel the bouncing of his eyelids ease.

The secretary on the side seemed to notice something strange about Mr. Ye and asked: "Mr. Ye, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just that my right eyelid keeps twitching. I don't know why."

The secretary was a little worried about this, "Isn't it because of what problems we will encounter in the future? I often hear people from the older generation say that the left eye will lead to wealth and the right eye will lead to disaster."

Mr. Ye dismissed this, "I don't believe these words, do you still believe them? It's all just superstition. If this sentence is true, how come I never see money when my left eyelid twitches?"

But as an eighth-level transcendent, your wealth already exceeds that of most people...

The secretary did not say this, because the shop owner on the side had already brought breakfast and placed it in front of the two of them.

Although Mr. Ye is a high-ranking figure within the administration, he does not have so many requirements for food.

For an elderly person like him, wealth and wealth are not something he should care about. Even eating breakfast for a few dollars at a roadside stall is still a kind of enjoyment.

As for the so-called "rich man's life" where daily expenses can be spent on food alone, hundreds or even thousands a day, Mr. Ye has always disdained to imitate.

"By the way, Mr. Ye," the secretary took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and asked, "Didn't you talk to a ninth-level transcendent before? He seemed to have said that he was coming to Binbian District or something like that. That's right? Why haven't you heard the news? "

At first, Mr. Ye almost forgot about this incident if he didn't mention it, but when the secretary mentioned it, Mr. Ye shuddered.

His right eyelid twitched even more, "It's not easy to explain this matter. It's all my fault that girl Lin Miao. She passed the wrong information to me without investigating it first. Now it's better. The wrong information is directly Once it’s passed on, I don’t know what will happen to Xu Chang later.”

That was a ninth-level transcendent. From the time Mr. Ye got to know that ninth-level transcendent until now, he had never seen this ninth-level transcendent lose his composure.

But the last time they communicated on the phone, it was the first time Mr. Ye heard that voice from the ninth-level transcendent. It was like the scream of a man who woke up and found out that he had become a eunuch. The sound is the same.

There were complex emotions in his roaring and low-breathing voice, and Mr. Ye could also feel this emotion. His precious daughter, who he had raised with so much hard work, suddenly told him that he had found a boyfriend after going out on business for a while?
Or an ordinary person?

What's the difference between this and learning that your daughter was hooked up by a roadside gangster with yellow hair and a will-o'-the-wisp!
Listening to the roar of the ninth-level transcendent, Mr. Ye could almost predict what kind of fate Jiang He would face later.

When he thought that this matter was actually a "wonderful" misunderstanding, Mr. Ye's head hurt even more.

"It would be great if Jiang He himself was an awesome transcendent, then I wouldn't need to handle this matter for him."

Thinking that he had to bear the wrath of a ninth-level transcendent, Ye Lao's temples hurt suddenly.

The secretary on the side could also understand Mr. Ye's emotions and comforted him: "It is unlikely that he will come over. After all, the most important duty of a ninth-level transcendent is to guard the Imperial Capital District and ensure the safety of the Imperial Capital District. If you want to come over, you should It’s just talk.”

"I'm not sure," Mr. Ye took a sip of tea, stuffed the breakfast into his mouth, and said hesitantly, "You may not know how much the transcendent dotes on Xu Chang. He It's definitely true that he wants to come to Hamabe District, but I don't know when he will come. It depends on what the director says.

"I even thought about sending Jiang He to another city and assigning him a random job, so that he could avoid that ninth-level transcendent.

"But now that I think about it, if the other party really wants to cause trouble for Jiang He, even if Jiang He escapes to the ends of the earth, he will be found. So... it is better to explain to others in person."

The secretary nodded silently and asked: "Since the other party dotes on Xu Chang, what will happen if... I mean if, if Xu Chang really finds an ordinary person and wants to be with him, what will happen? ?” “It’s really hard to say when you ask me like this,” Mr. Ye really couldn’t give an answer for a moment, “It’s a consensus that extraordinary people look down on ordinary people. In today’s society, only extraordinary people have a future, and ordinary people have a future. You can see the end at a glance.

"If Xu Chang really wants to be with an ordinary person like Jiang He, as long as her attitude is strong enough, she will probably succeed, but her future future will probably be affected a lot."

This sentence made the secretary silent. He could understand this feeling.

Moreover, there is also a gap in the future between high-level extraordinary people and low-level extraordinary people. After all, all resources are tilted towards the top extraordinary people.

What they have left will be divided among the high-level transcendent beings.

After the high-level extraordinary beings are divided, the low-level extraordinary beings take their turn.

When the low-level transcendental beings have finished carving it up, all that is left for ordinary people will be the dregs of the dregs.

The twitching of his right eyelid seemed to have eased a little, and Mr. Ye said to the boss: "Boss, how much is it, please pay."

The shop owner walked over with a simple and honest smile, "It's okay, you don't have to pay for this meal."

"Why don't you need to pay me?"

The shop owner smiled and said, "Aren't you two extraordinary people? Extraordinary people don't need to pay, as long as you two eat well."

Mr. Ye waved his hands repeatedly, "Pay what you have to pay. How can there be a reason why extraordinary people don't give money to eat? There are many extraordinary people in this world. If everyone doesn't give money, how much money will you make? Just ask for the money, it’s not like you can’t afford it.”

The smile on the boss's face was a little awkward, "But you really don't have to pay, because someone has already paid for you two."

Anyone else help pay?
Mr. Ye was shocked. He just went out to have breakfast, and he was still scrambling to help him, an eighth-level transcendent, pay the bill?
He had only seen people fighting to pay at banquets, but he had never seen a guy who went out for breakfast and had to pay for a stranger like himself.

Aren’t the current views of citizens too abstract?

"Who paid?" Mr. Ye asked.

The shop owner stretched out his hand and pointed to the farthest table, "The customer on that table has already paid. Do you know him?"

Mr. Ye and his secretary simultaneously focused their attention on the direction pointed by the boss's finger.

There was a man in Mao suit sitting at the wooden table with a steaming bowl of porridge in front of him.

Mr. Ye's hair suddenly stood on end and he jumped up.

Isn't this the ninth-level extraordinary person they just talked about, Xu Chang's father?
How can I say Cao Cao? Cao Cao is here!

This is too fast!

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