Tianguanzhi

Chapter 7 Six Desires, Mortgage, Huge Money

The operation process was very boring and bloody. At first, the boss stretched his neck to take a look, but then he rubbed his eyes, yawned, opened the gate and went outside to smoke.

Gu Jianqiu stood expressionlessly in front of the operating table, observing with the naked eye the dosage of anesthetics and anti-rejection drugs. Various medical pliers and hook bundles were flying up and down, debriding, removing, surgical incisions, and donor implants. Insertion, blood vessel suturing, even Gu Jianqiu himself was surprised by the smoothness of the operation. With his current heart rate, he could control this kind of medical professional equipment so accurately for more than an hour. Even the most basic model, this is considered a No big or small miracle.

Until the final ECG recovery stage of the operation, Gu Jianqiu actually felt no fatigue at all, and even felt more energetic than before.

He took a breath and relaxed a little. The next electrocardiogram resuscitation was the simplest part of the entire operation. The principle was similar to physical cardiac defibrillation, using the external electrocardiogram of the modifier to modify the canine's brain and body. The heart is stimulated to adapt to the newly implanted prosthetic organ. The operation is simple and not difficult. As long as the instrument is suitable, even high school students like Gu Tianyu can complete it easily.

beep.

Gu Jianqiu pressed the button.

stab~
  A burst of tiny bright yellow electric sparks appeared on the entire surface of the operating table. Before Gu Jianqiu could react, the strong current instantly wrapped the operating table, the thin dog on the table, and himself. The current was not an ordinary bright yellow. Rather, it is a blend of red, blue and black, full of evil colors, reminiscent of a polluted oil pool and making it uncomfortable.

A shadowless lamp overheated and exploded. The sharp glass shards grazed Gu Jianqiu's temple, and blood flowed down like a bright red snake. Gu Jianqiu cursed secretly, and forcibly pulled off the electric sticker rings on his left and right hands, and stepped back five or six steps. All the indicator lights on the operating table have been turned off, and there is a faint smell of burning in the air.

What happened just now?

Gu Jianqiu's face was gloomy, and the unique and familiar electrocardiogram made his heart sink instantly.

Six Desire Heaven.

The boss who heard the commotion opened the door and came in, the cigar in his mouth bobbing up and down: "It's done."

He twitched his nose twice, took off the cigar from his mouth, walked forward in a few steps, pressed and tapped around the operating table, muttering: "Are you okay?" As he spoke, he fiddled with the fine details on the operating table. Dog, he suddenly became happy when he realized that the wounds of the modified dog had been sutured and his breathing had become much more stable.

"..."

Gu Jianqiu touched his temple. The wound was not deep and the bleeding had stopped. He picked up the red potion with the word "COMScope" on the table, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and dipped it in with a cotton swab while wiping the wound. While asking: "When can I come to work?"

"You can do it at any time. Ahem, do you have your diploma? I want to register."

Gu Jianqiu took out the graduation diploma of Jiangning Normal School that he had prepared early from his jacket pocket. He touched the golden hot stamp on it one last time, then reached out and handed it to the other party.

"I want to advance my salary."

The boss frowned and answered: "How much?"

"Sixty thousand yuan."

The owner of the single-army shop then moved his eyes from the academic certificate to Gu Jianqiu's face: "How much did you say?"

"Sixty thousand, my annual salary."

The boss looked Gu Jianqiu up and down, then leaned over his shoulder and sniffed hard. He found that there was no smell of laudanum, so he said with a half-smile: "Okay, but you have to mortgage your academic certificate with me, and you will get two cents." . When will you pay back the money, and when will you take the academic certificate away." As the boss spoke, he tried to take the academic certificate from Gu Jianqiu's hand, but he did not move.

"Mortgage is OK, interest is waived."

The boss deliberately thought for a while and then said: "I can only give you 40,000."

Graduation diplomas from the Empire's New Sixth School are a very hot commodity on the black market. Because the cover page has a complicated hot stamping process and is made of extremely precious cosmic metal, it is difficult to imitate it. Many unlearned and unskilled second-generation miners from remote ancient stars are very happy to spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy themselves a diploma from the New Sixth School to decorate their appearance. Or use it to deceive your parents who are far away. When the market is good, a graduation diploma from the Nanyang Military Academy can be sold for hundreds of thousands. Even the normal school where Gu Jianqiu graduated, the price is generally not less than 40,000 yuan.

Gu Jianqiu still shook his head to see what the boss wanted to say, and he said quickly: "The empire has always stipulated that orders for foreign individual soldiers with an amount of more than 200,000 yuan must go through an individual soldier store guaranteed by a genuine Tianguan, otherwise No approval will be granted. However, the procurement conditions of Jiangning's new Equipment Manufacturing Bureau are much more relaxed. As long as there is a graduate of the New Sixth School in the job and is willing to use his academic certificate as a mortgage, the written procedures are complied with. For 60,000 yuan, I I guarantee that I will not come to get this academic certificate within five years."

The boss pursed his lips: "Jiangning's Equipment Manufacturing Bureau has only been open for more than a month. You are very well-informed. How did you know this?"

Gu Jianqiu made an embarrassed look and hesitated for a while before saying: "The eldest son of Cui Richang, the factory manager of the Equipment Manufacturing Bureau, is a good friend of mine. I heard about it from him."

Cui Shouqi, from a prominent family in Jiangning, also known as Bing Ke, was a representative figure of the new learning. He had many friends, was generous and generous, and was known as one of the four young masters of the South. He invested in the establishment of some heavy industry enterprises aimed at people's livelihood, but later died in an assassination attempt by the establishment because of some radical remarks.

Gu Jianqiu didn't have a close relationship with this man in his previous life. The deepest impression he had on him was that when he was participating in the Yellow Sea defense war against the Jinju people, this Cui Shouqi once came to work for the army. When they were having dinner at the same table, they exchanged a few words with each other because they were from the same hometown.

The boss slapped his forehead: "I understand, you kid is not here to apply for a job at all, you are here to sell your academic certificate."

"No, I really need this job, but I do encounter some difficulties."

"You don't smoke opium... Gambling debt? Woman?"

Gu Jianqiu just smiled and said nothing.

"Wait."

The boss left the room, and after a while he came back with a bulging brown paper bag and placed the bag in front of Gu Jianqiu.

"Here are 82,000. Two thousand is your red envelope, and 80,000 is your annual salary. Don't even think about taking this academic certificate back. This is not a pawn shop. You agree, take the money, and come to work on Monday , If you don’t agree, take away two thousand yuan and leave.”

Gu Jianqiu opened the brown paper bag, counted the money carefully, put it into his pocket after confirming it was correct, raised his head and asked, "What do you call it?"

"Tom Chen. Just call me Boss Chen."

"Hello, boss. If you have nothing else to do, I won't disturb you for now. See you on Monday."

Gu Jianqiu stood up quickly and suddenly thought of something: "I'll get a work permit before leaving. I was questioned once by the patrolman when I came here."

Tom was obviously in a good mood. He lit another cigar and waved to Gu Jianqiu. The two of them left the simple renovation room and returned to the hall where guests were entertained. He pulled out a blank work license from the messy grid under his counter, stamped it carelessly, and threw it to Gu Jianqiu: "Take a photo and paste it up yourself. Report at nine o'clock on Monday."

(End of this chapter)