Old-time musicians

Chapter 629 Three Little Things

"Are you threatening me?"

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Fan Ning's eyes suddenly stared at Irving.

Some kind of invisible "arrow" with the power of fanaticism seemed to penetrate directly towards the latter's head!

A large golden "filter" covered Owen's vision, and the whole world was bright. It took a full second for these spots and ripples to peel off from his retinas, but his mind was still buzzing.

This Fan Ning must have been promoted to the Insightful One! Owen was horrified.

Lassius was equally shocked and confused by the reaction of his colleagues after being affected. But the key is how Fan Ning got the key when the climbing path was controlled by the "phantom man"? There may even be more than one key. Could it be by killing other enlightened ones?

What other secrets did he have during his disappearance? Could it be that there are any other opportunities in that damn place in the Abnormal District?

"Sir Owen, what you said just now is really ridiculous. Your logic won't fool you, right?"

Fan Ning laughed loudly at this time.

"Okay, now that there is such a threat of pollution, why don't you spread the word? Why didn't you spread it earlier?"

"Is it because the research results have just been released? Or do you cherish my 'talent'?"

"Or I guess it's because the pile of 'normal pillars' that your discussion group has cultivated are of poor quality and not enough for use. You need to use the 'abnormal pillars' that I created first to get acquainted with and respond to emergencies. ?”

The other party was speechless for a moment.

"It's very interesting to set up a stage and sing and harmonize. I suddenly remembered that three years ago, when I was interviewing about the qualifications for the premiere of the graduation concert and the admission of Miss Joan Nehemiah, your wording was 'special' No one in the hall will make an exchange with you. This is not your qualification.' At the scene of the 'phantom man' incident in the concert hall, the advice given to me was 'less questioning, more listening to the arrangements, no need to explain' - oh, The person who said these words is just a small investigator, which also shows a certain internal consistency of your organization. Today is the beginning of the old style. Okay, I see there are a lot of pens and papers on this table."

"I have been curious. After all the vicious and mysterious incidents, especially after the 'meat sacrifice' incident in the southern continent, what is the credibility of your authorities now? Come on, Owen, I will see you write the communiqué tonight. ."

"Okay, Master Fanning." Lassius quickly smoothed things over, "Owen's temper is easily aroused, but his original intention of promoting effective results of the conversation has not changed. What we just said about the 'nomination certificate' is also based on ' Smart people chat' from an objective and realistic perspective, looking for possible growth points of trust between us."

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"The wreckage of the God of Origin involves all aspects of interests and complex variables. It is definitely impossible to determine it with just one conversation, but our attitude on this matter has been conveyed - Master Fan Ning, there is one thing I will not say. You can also imagine that the person who reaches the top in art in the future must be the partner of the Special Patrol Office. On the other hand, it is impossible for the Special Patrol Office to let an enemy reach the top in the future. This identity involves too much. The occult significance is also far greater than imagined. If you really have intentions for the next Harvest Art Festival, this issue is worth considering. "

".Substitute someone else." Fan Ning showed a tired look on his face and finally slumped down behind the sofa. "Putting aside my own mental state, don't you have any awareness? What I just meant has already been said. It’s obvious that your communication skills are so fucking low.”

He glanced at Irving, who was on the verge of a complete explosion: "You don't have to keep this look on your face, 'Fanning, do you know where you are now?' Damn it, I almost guessed you again. Are you ready to say something outrageous? "No one in the Special Inspection Department will make an exchange with you. This is not what you are qualified for." Such words are outdated, understand? You are the ones who are not qualified to talk now. It’s you two!”

Such words made Lasus, who was always smooth and steady, change his expression, but Fan Ning still said calmly: "Look, the matter is said to be so important, so let's send someone who can speak out. Oh, Yes, don’t use high-sounding words like ‘cooperation’.”

Owen clenched his right fist for a long time, and the muscles on his arm bulged. The image of a foreseeable punch hitting the table had already appeared in his mind, but at this moment, a lazy voice floated from outside the door:

"'Cooperation', that's really the wrong word to use."

A huddled man in gray casual clothes appeared next to the glass door, rocking a wheelchair.

"Mr. Wax." "Mr. Wax."

The three people hurriedly stood up to pay their respects. The anger in Owen's eyes subsided, and Salman stood up and walked quickly to the drinking fountain, as if he wanted to pour tea for the wheelchair man.

The moment Fan Ning turned to look at the person coming, he felt as if he was dazzled.

"Master Fan Ning, I wonder if I'm qualified?"

The room was twisting, the arrangement of seats on the opposite side had changed slightly, and Mr. Wax, who was in a wheelchair, had already reached the main seat.

"Haha, Master Fan Ning, it stands to reason that today should be the first time you and I have met. However, there is always something interesting about it. It feels like this is not the first time we have met."

Until this moment, Fan Ning finally felt a real threat. This threat was a physiological reaction, not affected by his "cognition" or "wisdom".

Even though he knew that the Special Patrol Office would not be willing to turn against him at this critical juncture, he clearly felt the absolute gap between himself and the executor. Although he was a self-created key holder of the Threefold, if Mr. Wax insisted on keeping him, the possibility of escape was very small.

This is not the South Country, this is still the headquarters of the Special Patrol Office!

"You sent that thank you, right?" Fan Ning kept his expression unchanged.

"To thank you and your career." Mr. Wax said.

"Normally, the authorities should pay close attention to such a theater system, and love and hate it." Fan Ning responded indifferently.

"No, Master Fanning, please be confident." Mr. Wax raised the half of his face covered by the felt hat, "The authorities must love it more than hate it, otherwise, it cannot exist."

".Thanks are necessary. So many "styles" and a platform that can be expected to continue to create so many "styles" are difficult to measure in value. Many colleagues also have doubts. What kind of mental journey did the founder of Turner Art Cinema take to complete this series of achievements?"

"It's not a merit." Fanning thought for a while and said, "It's a series of things achieved for personal ideas, nothing to do with Politics and mystery are not the first connection. "

"You see, the word 'achievement' is obviously better." Mr. La snapped his fingers and praised, "If we want to be more presentable, we can say 'mutual achievement', and if we are more honest, we can say 'exchange' or 'utilization'. In short, they are all higher than 'cooperation'."

He then said seriously: "Master Fanning, I am meeting with you today on behalf of the organization. For the time being, there are only three small things-"

"I will answer one of your doubts, tell you something I need to tell you, and ask you a question. Then, you can leave."