I’m From an Ordinary Family, for Real!

  Chapter 338 Old Wei, didn’t you complete the task?

  Chen Chu couldn't help muttering to himself in Chinese: "Martinson Consortium?"

  The name consortium is not used casually.

  Yang Jianye bowed his head silently, hiding his emotions. His nephew is too outrageous, and the people he knows are gradually beyond his imagination.

   Now there are foreign consortiums...

  He didn't even dare to think about what happened here, he wanted to be a mute right now.

  He doesn't want to get involved in anything now, anyway, the relationship between the two families can be regarded as good now, and the Yang family can get rich if there is any opportunity.

   But the premise is that the relationship between the two of them does not deteriorate.

  Chen Chu was also puzzled in his heart, and asked, "Martinson Consortium? You made the previous Bulliger invitation letter?"

   Xiu Er nodded: "It was indeed done by my Martinson family, I hope Mr. Satisfied."

  Chen Chu asked: "Are you doing it for the marrow washing spring?"

  Sul Martinson reacted quickly, remembering the old Martinson's explanation, and said: "Yes."

  Chen Chu was silent for a while, and circled around in place a few times, his heart was very tangled, and his thoughts were constantly struggling.

  Finally, Chen Chuyi gritted his teeth, **** it, things belong to him, and he gives them to whomever he loves.

  He said indifferently: "Come back with me later, I can give you some marrow washing springs, but only for this one time.

  I don’t know where you guys got it from. After all, it’s impossible for you to know about the marrow washing spring.

  I gave you the marrow washing spring, but I also hope that you will not talk about these things outside. "

  Chen Chu translated Xisuiquan as spring water for washing the body, while Martinson understood it as holy water for transforming the body.

   Xiuer's heart moved, and he thought of the old Martinson's body. Is this holy spring useful for the aging body?

   If useful...

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   Xiuer stepped aside, silently took out the communication device, "Master, the matter is settled."

  At this moment, old Martinson was full of joy. Of course he knew that the matter was resolved, because he also received the system notification tone.

  'You have completed the system task! '

  'You have received the following reward: three years of lifespan'

  'But because of malicious punishment, 90% of the reward was cut, and you got 10% of the reward: life expectancy 109.5 days'

  After reading the system prompt, old Martinson froze for a moment, his eyes full of regret.

   If there is a time travel machine, he will definitely go back and kill him in the past! Instead!

  Fack squid!

   Not only now, but also the previous life span, which was deducted by 90%!

  Why does the system say it? Wouldn't it be better to deduct it directly?

   "Hoohoo!" Old Martinson panted violently, took out a light ball, and used half of its lifespan without hesitation.

  The remaining half of life can be used to win over those **** greedy old guys!

  Let them also become servants of God and contribute some insignificant strength to serve God.

  Oh, the most important thing is to serve those who are favored by God: Chen Chu

  Old Martinson's complexion recovered visibly to the naked eye, and his cloudy pupils became clear first, and he couldn't help getting up from the hospital bed to move around a bit.

   My body is still weak and my movements are still trembling, but I feel better than ever mentally!

  He feels he can live a long, long time...

  Life! life! !

  It's nice to be alive...

   "Oh Maikar!" A group of medical staff rushed in from outside the door, and helped old Martinson back in panic.

   "Old Mr. Martinson, please pay attention to your body!" the doctor said.

  After the old Martinson drove the people out, he panted and asked Xiu Er: "Have you seen him? How is the situation?"

  Shull briefly talked about the matter, and at the end he talked about his attitude the most, and gave old Martinson a reference.

   "He doesn't seem to care about me, and he doesn't care about you, like a high god, very arrogant and indifferent to me."

   "You seem to have something else to say?" Old Martinson asked after panting.

  Shor only told the whole story of the incident, and did not express his own thoughts, so as to avoid interfering with old Martinson's logical thinking.

   "He seems to regard me as a tool, maybe he will pay me some rewards after using it?"

   "Payment?"

   "Yes, he asked me if I came because of the holy spring that can transform the body, and then he said that he could give me some as a gift." Xiuer said.

  Old Martinson opened his eyes instantly. He is extremely sensitive to some things now.

  Body, longevity, longevity, genes, transformation...

  Everything that has the potential to prolong his life drives him into a frenzy.

   "You mean the holy spring for body transformation?" Old Martinson's tone was inexplicable.

"Yes."

   "I will send an airlift to pick it up, and when I get it, I will ensure that the things don't leave your sight.

  Even if you die, things must be intact, OK? "

"Yes, sir."

   "The first protection target of the security personnel you bring will be those holy springs, don't let me down Xiuer."

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   On the other side, the two of them were stunned when they suddenly received the system notification that the mission had failed.

  Chen Baijia's heart mission failed?

impossible! He has obviously contacted the people from Zhanpeng Technology, and even contacted the Luo family members behind him.

  How could it still fail?

  Won't Mr. Wei help him interfere with the old Martinson's task?

   Could it be that Old Wei completed the task by himself?

  Chen Baijia thought so.

capital.

  Although Wei Guozhong was surprised, he was not surprised. After all, he planned to assist Chen Baijia to complete the task.

  His goal is to interfere with the old Martinson to complete the task.

   For this reason, some people from Zhanpeng Technology Group were summoned to cut off their contact with the outside world.

   It's just that the efficiency of the relevant departments is really low. By the time the instructions are issued level by level, it is almost ten minutes past.

  No way, they also need time to react, and it takes time to dispatch, but it should not be too late.

  He smiled and dialed Chen Baijia's phone: "Bai Jia, how is it? What is the mission reward?"

  Chen Baijia's tone was inexplicable: "Old Wei, didn't you complete the task?"

   Wei Guozhong's smiling face suddenly froze: "Bai Jia, don't make such a joke."

  Chen Baijia said in a low tone: "Old Wei, I'm not joking, didn't you really complete the task?"

  Wei Guozhong was silent for a moment: "Wait a minute, I'll check."

   This matter has only passed less than 20 minutes, Wei Guozhong asked about it, and got the investigation result soon.

   The bottom line of the matter is that the responsibility lies in the extremely low efficiency of the special team's operations!

   And obviously there are more convenient and faster methods, these people chose the most inefficient method.

  The comfort in the past made them slack off, even inaction.

  Procrastinating action efficiency and slack work attitude make them, who have the home court advantage, even lag far behind the Martinson Consortium in efficiency!

   You must know that the Martinson Consortium does not have that much help. They only completed the task by relying on commercial means.

   And what about them? Use is. .

Satire! Extreme irony!

and:

   "Are these people working seriously? A foreigner doesn't even respond when he approaches the target?" Wei Guozhong was furious.

  The people from the Martinson consortium were allowed to approach Chen Chu, and they didn't even have some countermeasures?

   Didn't even hit the report!

  However, he also knew that the special operations team was not to blame for these, because their main duty was to protect Chen Chu.

  They don't know about the subsystem binder, nor do they know about the Martinson consortium.

   I really don’t blame them, their authority is too low, and they know too little information.

  Although farts are useless so far, although there are various reasons, this is not the reason for them to relax.

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  (end of this chapter)