It was very late for Du Pingping to leave the anthropology laboratory, but Du Pingping still called and demanded that all the people in his sociology laboratory must be there to wait for him.

When Du Pingping arrived there, the school yard was already filled with countless students and teachers who went to the cafeteria to eat. But when Du Ping arrived, the entire laboratory was still waiting for him. Du Pingping didn't say it, but he was very satisfied. This shows a very good situation, that is, they care about the lab and their work.

When he arrived here, Du Ping didn't actually have time to deal with business. Jump right into the time to organize your own meeting.

No praise!

Du Pingping does not see the need for praise for them.

"After three days, many of us needed to join the Kuroda Group's business delegation to Zhao to conduct relevant research and work with me. But I must now regret to tell you that some of you may not be able to go, and I will not take all of you there! This means that some of you will stay. I'm not going to pat myself on the head, I'm going to decide by reviewing your recent work reports. ……”

From Miyako's current learning and selling, Du Ping's plan and program today is: Hunger marketing! There is rice, but it will not make everyone full.

Du Pingping, "Among the people who went to Zhao Kingdom, they will not all come back in the end, and some will stay there." If you perform well, you may be able to join the Kuroda Group directly. And it's not me, it's you. Because the Kuroda Group has already told me that they may choose some excellent and capable people from among you to supplement their middle and senior management in Zhao State. In other words, even if you join the Kuroda Group at the same time, you will have a difference in position and treatment. What makes the difference between this event and the rest of your work is ......"

Although many people were very surprised by Du Pingping's words, they all listened very carefully. Clearly, the value here has touched their hearts.

"To be honest, my ability is not enough to support the whole work and the next tasks. I can refuse the Kuroda Group, and I believe that they can also find a more powerful organization to help them with their related work. Of course, it could also be that my work here is not satisfactory to them, and they replace us! So although we have the initiative on this project now, it is still not absolute. Finally, it depends on your work performance......"

Du Ping's Tai Chi boxing, with the spirit of a lazy donkey not afraid of boiling water, threw all his work tasks to these subordinates. The meaning is very simple, if it can't be done, just call it impossible! Anyway, it doesn't matter to me, you can do it!

When Du Pingping left happily, he found that no one in the research room after he left. It seems that this trick must have touched the hearts of many of them. After experiencing the hardships of Katsuo Fukuzawa's downfall and the hopelessness of their future, it is impossible for them not to want to have a good academic period and finally enter the future of working in a large company or large enterprise that is the first class in China and the world's leading in the world. And Du Ping's side is a shortcut, an overtaking lane. If this opportunity is lost, will there be the same opportunity waiting for them again?

Du Pingping has made it clear just now that he will not engage in a big pot of rice, but will only give him the opportunity to pay big and perform well. So do you want to be in such a crowd, or outside? Many people may already have their own plans.

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The room where the bar lady lived, there was no light, no sound, no open windows, and no figures. In the dark living room, the bar girl, Jiro Ono, and Katsuo Ono sat quietly and motionless.

In fact, from the moment they were released last night and walked into this room, they sat here as if they had lost all the strength of their whole body and all their souls, as if they were three puppets. I haven't eaten a grain of rice, drank a sip of water, said a word, or even went to the toilet once.

The bar girl seemed to remember something and stood up, "Asamiko! She hasn't eaten yet! I'm going to cook for her!"

The barmaid stood up and began to walk towards the little kitchen counter.

Ono Jiro looked up, "Chieko, have you forgotten? Asamiko has been thrown away by us! And after that, she went crazy! She was autistic, so we decided we didn't want her! Have you forgotten?"

The bar girl seemed to have forgotten everything, "Asamiko, my daughter!

Pictures reappear in the brain of the bar girl, a little girl who is as thin as a puppet, being hoisted in mid-air like a wind chime again and again. When she hung it, the pink dress really looked like a beautiful wind chime. She kept calling, "Daddy, Mommy!" but she was unmoved!

Why! Why did I do that at that time!

The bar girl began to tear her head constantly, as if she wanted to pull out the memory and throw it out. But instead of disappearing, this memory is becoming clearer and clearer. The little girl stiffened on the spot when she saw the man she had been calling Daddy hanging there motionless in the computer video. Don't say or move, like a puppet.

As if she remembered something, the bar girl suddenly rushed over with the frying pan in her hand, and kept hitting Ono Jiro with it indiscriminately, her voice was painful and crazy, "It's all because of you! It's all because of you! If it weren't for your appearance, our family of three would have been doing well! Noguchi Kawasuke-kun and I had planned to get married! It's all because of you! It's all because of you! Noguchi Kawasuke is gone! Asamiko is gone! Nothing is gone......"

The bar girl kept hitting and beating, as if at this moment, she had already gone crazy.

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A villa, a real villa with a lawn, a pool, a garden...... This is a very modern villa. Its huge wooden balcony is three to four hundred square meters, suspended in the middle of the mountain, from where you can see the beautiful scenery of the whole Jingluo, and the sparkling waves of the pool at your feet

Du Ping, "It's so beautiful!"

Du Pingping couldn't imagine that the gift that Aservul gave him was so beautiful that he didn't dare to dream of it. But the gift that Aservdule gave to Du Fair, this villa is not all.

When he was brought here by Miyako, a small, violin-based band was waiting for him, and a dinner from the city's most exclusive hotel was waiting for him in the huge wooden sunshine that Du Ping's favorite and most awe-inspiring.

Du Ping arrived, and Du Ping, guided by the elegant waiter, came to the only table on this balcony, and the band next to him began to play soft music as beautiful as moonlight. Then a middle-aged waitress with elegant manners pushed a steel cart to Du Pingping and Miyako's side.

Toto, and Miyako sit at a table with beautiful music, and there are candles and flowers on the table. The middle-aged waitress came to them with a cart and took the only thing on it from the cart - a bottle of wine and a bottle of red wine.

The middle-aged waitress's voice was as beautiful as a baritone, "Sir, ma'am, please allow me to introduce it to you!"

As if the red wine he was holding in his hand was some kind of holy object, the middle-aged waitress gracefully and slowly showed it to Du Ping and Miyako.

The middle-aged waitress, "Dura in 1947! The holy taste of wine! The gold of wine! I can even believe that this bottle in my hand is definitely no more than 100 bottles in the world! But today, it will be dedicated to you! Dear sir, dear lady! Allow me to show you its last beauty!"

The middle-aged waitress bowed gracefully, as if he were an actor performing an opera on a certain stage, and the music around him slowed down the rhythm for him, as if some important historical moment was really coming.

The waitress slowly and steadily lifted the wooden stuff out of a quaint wine stir. The blood-red liquid is then poured slowly and dripping into a transparent pot-bellied decanter prepared on the trolley.

The waitress returned the empty wine bottle, carefully placed it back to a spot in the car, and then picked up the decanter that was already filled with red liquid. Holding the neck in one hand and the palm of the other hand gently grasping the bottom of the decanter, it is as if the liquid inside is heating the liquid with the tiny temperature of the palm of the palm. At the same time, the hands shook the decanter slightly, so that the red liquid inside began to swim on the walls of the decanter. It's as if it's some kind of sacred and beautiful ritual.

Du Pingping is not a nobleman, and he doesn't know what it is. So he whispered to Miyako.

"What's the situation now?"

Miyako smiled mysteriously, "I only now understand that this bottle of red wine could be the real gift from that Ambassador Aservduler. ”

Du Pingping was puzzled, "Red wine is the real gift?"

Miyako nodded, "Yes! Dura in 1947, something that money can't buy." It may be that only such an environment, such music, such a ceremony can be worthy of it! That ambassador may really mean to treat you to a good drink, but in order not only will this bottle of Dura's last beauty be tarnished, so I will help you get everything ready!"

It can be said that Du Pingping may not really understand the true thoughts of the real rich.

"Is that so?"

Miyako nodded, "I think you should give Ambassador Aservul a call and thank him for his good wine!"

Miyako thought for a moment and said emphatically, "Just thank him for his good wine!, understand?"

Du Ping nodded as if he was a little clear! Mimiko should mean that the most important thing in all the gifts today should be this bottle of wine!

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A cemetery in Jingluo, a cemetery where only the poorest of the wealthy are buried, is slowly and firmly walking into this place with his left hand leading his men. But after hearing the special report from his subordinates, he suddenly laughed.

Left hand, "What a lucky fellow! Dura in 1947! Good things that money can't buy! ”

The cemetery was originally a place where there were few people, and even more so at night. The left-handed men had scattered in all directions, each holding a business card and a flashlight, searching around the cemetery. The manager of the cemetery, with a look of embarrassment, accompanied the body of his left hand, expressed it sincerely and earnestly.

"This gentleman, we don't have the tombstone you're looking for here!" because there has never been such a person buried here! We have a manager! We have a record of all the people buried here!"

Left hand smiled, "Don't be so sure! Believe me, the world is so wonderful." If you don't really look for it, you won't think about anything. ”

The temperament of the left hand is elegant and slow, like an elegant teacher who teaches ancient Chinese in a school. With his left hand, he slowly walked to a small pavilion in the middle of the tombstones everywhere and sat down, looking around, surrounded by dense, black, uniform-sized and uniform-style tombstones. Underneath each tombstone represents a dead soul, and there seem to be countless quiet souls here. Densely packed, so numerous that one can immediately suffer from that kind of dense phobia!

Left hand sat in the small pavilion in the middle with a smile, and praised the cemetery manager, "Your environment here is not bad! ”

The left hand looks around.

Quiet, neat, unattended!

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In an old apartment building, a tall, but still down-to-earth man is slowly opening his door with a bag of food.

The door opened, and instead of turning on the lights in the room, he first put the food on top of the shoe cabinet, and he picked up several letters from the door one by one from the floor. Then he closed the door and turned on the lights in the room.

While changing his shoes, he slowly opened the letters one by one, some of which were directly thrown into the trash by him, leaving only one, he took it in his hand, picked up the bag that was placed on the shoe cabinet again, he walked into the house, and then suddenly his face stiffened, and he looked straight ahead.

In the man's eyes, a man shrouded in darkness was sitting quietly at the desk where he used to sit, and a half-recorded notebook was slowly being flipped through by him.

The bag in the man's hand had been gently lowered to the ground, and his whole body had been swept away from its former decline, and it was accumulating strength inch by inch like a hunting cheetah.

The man's voice was low and at the same time exuded a faint dangerous aura, "Who are you?"

The man in the dark, the face is facing the man, but all you can really see is the clear mouth.

The Dark Man, "I have no ill will! Actually, I'm here to help you." Can we elaborate on that?"

The Dark Man put his hands where the other could see them as a sign of sincerity, "I am not sent against you by your enemies. Actually, I should say that I have a little bit of an intention towards them. So, I'd like to work with you on some fronts. ”

The man didn't let his guard down, "Who are you?"

The Dark Man, "I am not your enemy. I just want to do some cooperation with you that you have a common enemy. Would you be interested in hearing about my plans?"

Man, "No! You can get out." ”

The Dark Man shook the book in his hand, "You see I know you very well, and I know what you've been doing. But now the situation has changed, I don't know if you know if you know. So I'm going to tell you the news first. You can choose to listen and then make a decision later. How?"

Man, "I'm not interested in your news!"

The only mouth that the dark man could see, showing a smile, "No! you're going to be interested!"

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Early in the morning, Du Ping lazily hugged Miyako who was waking herself up again, and pulled her into this huge soft bed.

This is still the villa that Aservul had just given to Du Ping. Du Ping and Miyako chose to rest here last night, and under the intoxication of a whole bottle of top-quality red wine, the two lingered for a long, long time, so when the morning came, the whole body still exuded that kind of repulsive laziness.

"Let's lie down a little longer, okay?"

Last night, according to Mimiko's request, Du Ping called Aserv Dule and thanked him for his top wine. The servant on the other side of the phone was very happy, and promised that if Du Ping could come to his country, he would be able to provide more special wine. The two of them didn't say a word about this villa from beginning to end, as if this villa was really a good gift box for that bottle of top wine!

This made Du Pingping finally understand one thing, that is, the idea of a real top local tyrant is fundamentally different from that of a nascent petty bourgeoisie like himself. When we see a photo of them proudly standing in front of a top-of-the-line luxury car, and we think the focus is on the luxury car that costs millions, tens of millions of dollars, but the focus of this photo is actually the headscarf he wears on his head. It's not a matter of money, and the hijab is what he really loves the most. The reason why I bought that luxury car may be just the feeling that the color of that car matches the color of my bandana.

The remote control next to the bed turned on the one-person high LCD TV on the bed, next to the clean and bright floor-to-ceiling glass window, and outside the window was a sufficiently large, beautiful and neat lawn.

At this moment, Du Ping felt that he should be living in a dream, and everything was so unreal. But a TV news event instantly pulled him from his dream back to reality.

On the news of an international station, a middle-aged male host was standing in front of a police car with flashing police lights with a microphone in his hand.

"According to the latest news, the bombing of the Iranian ambassador's car, which was discovered not long ago, has been investigated and cracked by the FBI and the Homeland Security Agency. The culprit of the crime has been arrested! It has been learned that the murderer who directly carried out the murder was none other than an assistant to the ambassador and a brother of his clan. ……”

Du Pingping was engrossed in watching the news on TV, watching this international political event that had already caused him 200 million Dongliu ball coins and a high-end villa income, and was paying attention to its complex and changing story content.