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072 Mr. Qian is awesome

"Ajiao, where did you learn this accent...?"

Old Man Qian, who thought he knew Wang Jiao very well, was so confused that he was extremely confused at this moment. The skills that this young man suddenly appeared were all a bit enchanting.

"Sir, forgot? I used to kill fish at the dock, and there are all kinds of people. Some rich guys from other places don't learn a few words from them, how can I please and collect money?"

“…”

Old Man Qian was stunned for a long time and sighed: "You said it earlier. I was shocked and almost thought you were mixed with these useless guys."

"Sir, are they not serious pirates?"

"It's not just unreasonable, but the people's royalty failing, and a group of incompetent waste."

After saying that, Qianbiao reminded Wang Jiao, "Don't look at their verdicts on the image of Emperor Shun. In fact, it's all bullshit. The real royalist party is not a local wealthy family. Remember, you will be admitted to the university in the future, and you will have no future with these wastes."

"No, sir, I'm a fish killer, so why should I protect the emperor?"

"It's good for you, and it's okay to protect it." Qianbiao said very casually, as if he was still talking about scraping a lottery ticket, and he took another handgun. This one was different. It was a six-round revolver pistol, which did not need to be reloaded. It was very cool. There were also various gilded decorations on it, which seemed to be the equipment that only the rich should use.

"When you get admitted to university, if you run for the central government, you still need them to build momentum by cannon fodder in the field. Once the campaign slogan is shouted, hundreds of people will die, and you will get promoted."

Wang Jiao looked confused: "Sir, what about after that?"

"What after?"

"..." Wang Jiao's tail bone was almost straight, "That's right, hundreds of people died...afterwards."

"If you die, you will die, there will be no future."

“…”

Suddenly, Wang Jiao looked at the female pirate with pity. Is this kind of person trying to make a mess?

However, the female pirate's eyes were full of resentment, staring at Wang Jiao tightly, wishing she could bite him to death and break into pieces.

Wang Jiao was thinking about how you, a stinky girl, was so arrogant when she was holding me hostage just now, but what happened to me being slapped twice?

As he said that, he wanted to start a blow again, but Old Man Qian said again: "Ajiao, you are still too young. How can you think about things based on your preferences? If you enter the vortex of fame and fortune, there is only right or wrong, gain or loss, and no good or bad."

"Sir." Wang Jiao couldn't listen to this after all, and said angrily, "If it were all like this, what's the difference between a human and a beast?"

“There is no difference.”

The revolver in Qian's hand hit his forehead, "Not everyone can be as hard as iron and still have the original intention. I asked you, if you succeed and your mother is held hostage, either agree to their request or your mother is killed, how do you choose?"

Originally, Wang Jiao wanted to say that I didn’t have an old mother, but it was obviously boring to hold this stick. He understood the subtext of Mr. Qian.

Sometimes it is a very extreme choice. He never dares to think about this severe torture of human nature, because he would not let him experience this kind of life through the society before.

Assumptions similar to Old Man Qian’s, he was just flipping through the textbooks.

But now, it’s different. Every moment in life, you can experience such challenges.

"I probably..."

After a pause, Wang Jiao couldn't answer for a moment.

"If you give up your mother for the sake of justice, even if someone understands you, your opponent and enemy will immediately attack your character, morality, human nature, and a person who is unwilling to save his mother, how can he guarantee that he can save someone who is not relative or old?"

Old Man Qian's eyes were very quiet and his tone was not preached. He just taught Wang Jiao very calmly, "So, all those who accomplish great things must go through hardships. People's words are terrifying, and people's words are like throwing guns and daggers. If you can't hold on, you will collapse, just like an ant hole destroying a dike, and it's out of control."

After saying that, Qian Biao saw that Wang Jiao was thinking, and then said, "If there are incompetent people in the future, you can assume this assumption to you, and you don't have to argue. Just kill me later."

"Clam?"

"I am a member of the South China Sea and the Lion Camel Ridge has made merits in determining taxes. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a capable person. Therefore, I assume that human nature is something and a reasonable one. But if you are a person who has nothing to do and talk to you, this is just a waste like a pinworm, and you don't have to worry about it. If he makes you lose face in public, it is equivalent to causing you losses in the fame and fortune market and killing you later. It will not only reveal the means, but also restore the face in the fame and fortune market again, and the losses will naturally be made up."

“…”

Damn, what is the logic of doing?!

Wang Jiao's whole head was clattering, and he thought, wasn't this the old and sinister version of "letter cut"?

And it's the kind that takes action.

"I want to tell you so much, and I want to remind you not to change your mind easily because of the position of others. If you want to imitate Zhang Zi, you will go straight to the goal, regardless of form; if you seek fame and fortune, you will only talk about gains and losses. What about royalty and rioters? If you can use it, use it, and if you don't use it, you will abandon it."

"Uh...thank you for your teachings."

"We must also remind you first, otherwise you will be sold if you go to Jiaozhou, Guangzhou, or even Chang'an and Luoyang in the future."

"Sir, Guangzhou is the Nandu and Chang'an is the Xijing. Isn't it because of the opera singers? At the foot of the emperor, is it the best place to be the best?"

"I have been in the world for so many years, and only the capital city is comparable to the Sihai border. The best place? If you listen to the opera in the future, don't get involved."

"oh."

After hearing what Mr. Qian said, Wang Jiao was really scared. An outstanding young man who is as handsome, handsome and outstanding as he is now and has a high level of education, wouldn’t he be deceived to death on the spot when he went to the capital?

This is really a happy trouble.

After teaching Wang Jiao for some time, Old Man Qian turned his head and looked at the female pirate: "What's your name?"

"My surname is Jin and my name is Feishan. Everyone calls me 'Brother Shan'."

"Oh... the surname is Jin, I know your roots."

Old Man Qian nodded, looking conscious, Wang Jiao was even more impressed. This is okay? Just give me a name and you will know again?

That's my name, Wang Jiao, is actually a time traveler. Do you, Old Man Qian, know?

Not only Wang Jiao was surprised, the female pirate was also frightened: "Qian San... Qian San Master, you... how do you know Mark?"

"You called Wang Jian, the immortal uncle, and called Wang Zongyan's eleventh brother, and his surname was Jin. He should be the Jin family in Shu, who was known as the King of Jin. When I was in Xifuzhou more than ten years ago, I heard from the rich guys in Shu that there was a family in the Jin family. When his daughter was born, a mountain flew over, so the boudoir was named "Feishan". Is it you?"

“…”

“…”

I was convinced, really, Wang Jiao almost knelt down.

Damn!
Chapter completed!
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