The saddest thing about people is not that they are used by others, but that they have no value in being used.

So although Song Guanghui's words were straightforward, Zhang Jiao didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but because he finally proved his worth in front of Song Guanghui, he was faintly proud.

"Don't worry, Old Song, I will definitely send you any good things. He was in a good mood and said, "Actually, I am already a member of the Haijing branch of the 'Transcendent Association', and today these things can also be sold to the association, or exchanged internally."

But to be honest, I don't trust this kind of civilian armed organization, and I don't feel that your character is guaranteed, so I still came to you. ”

Song Guanghui once again showed a surprised expression, "You kid has joined the Transcendent Association."

It can't be any other name, such as the Transcendental Association, the Transcendent Association, the Transcendent Synergy..."

"Isn't it the kind of copycat organization that rubs the name of a big organization," Zhang Jiao said dissatisfiedly: "It's an extraordinary association, and the name has no deletion or ambiguity." ”

People's sense of trust is mutual.

After a few years of contact, not only did Zhang Jiao establish a basic trust in Song Guanghui, but Song Guanghui also did the same to Zhang Jiao, and when he heard that he had definitely joined the Transcendent Association, he also believed it.

"The kid has a future, I'll go and prepare the goods for you. Repositioning the value of Zhang Jiao, a transcendent rookie, in his heart, Song Guanghui's tone became enthusiastic.

Not only did he give enough ancient gold, real mercury, and silver smelting according to Zhang Jiao's requirements, but also wrapped around a talisman pen and two carving knives.

And this made Zhang Jiao unusually satisfied, walked out of the store, and deliberately turned back after leaving far away, wanting to wave his hand to Song Guanghui to express his gratitude again.

But he didn't expect that Song Guanghui didn't follow the traditional attitude of Lu Yang merchants towards distinguished customers at all, and saw him until he couldn't see it, but happily lit a cigarette, and his eyebrows fluttered and he didn't know who to call.

For a moment, Zhang Jiao seemed to realize something, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered, "It seems that I still lose."

It's really a 'old man and an old spirit', and I thought about bluffing that old ghost for the first time, so I could be fair, but I didn't expect it to be completely for nothing. Walking down the hill.

One week later, the sadness brought by the Hongqiao change to Haijing has not dissipated, and theaters such as Xiaoxiao Hall, which focus on comedy, continue to close, and Zhang Jiao is idle.

Every morning after the morning training on the rooftop, in addition to going to the pole club to earn living expenses for a full class, he is to tinker with his waidan at home.

The way of Wai Dan is passed down from Taoism, and it is said to be the way of attack left over from the 'Dao Court', because of its great power and simplification, it was selected as a common method for cultivating monks in the national army during the Bactrian Dynasty.

However, the military martial arts that Zhang Jiao learned belonged to the top-level version, and the cultivation part of the Wai Dan had not been cut or changed at all, so the difficulty of cultivation was far more difficult than that of ordinary military martial arts.

In the rented house, he lay on the mat in order to keep his hands stable, stretched out his arms and worked for a long time, and finally cut the lumpy ancient gold into a spherical shape, and breathed a long sigh of relief, with a tired smile on his face.

After completing the scheduled work, his willpower suddenly weakened, Zhang Jiao felt tired and hungry, dropped the carving knife that was about to be scrapped, stood up and walked to a large cardboard box against the wall, took out a bunch of instant noodles, unpacked them and threw them into the newly bought big electric pot.

The cheapest and most effective way to replenish energy is actually to knock on the golden sugar.

But people are not machines, they can use the same fuel until they are scrapped, even if Zhang Jiao has the perseverance and perseverance, it is impossible to eat sugar to satisfy hunger, and it must be properly adjusted.

More than 10 eggs, three bags of sausages, and a few catties of cabbage were added to the dough cake, and the product was clearly marked with 'special for small and medium-sized enterprise canteens' when purchased, and the electric cooker enough to cook food for 20 people became full.

Zhang Jiao poured water and boiled it, and after a while, the fragrance wafted out.

The complete version of the Wai Dan needs to communicate with the user's charm, so every step of the manufacturing process has to be done by the user himself, and Zhang Jiao spent a few days only completing the most preliminary 'carving Dan'.

After eating the noodles and washing the pot, he began to try to communicate with Wai Dan for the first time with hope, and just after posing as a careless Chaoyuan, the mobile phone on the side suddenly rang.

Frowning irritably, Zhang Jiao picked up his mobile phone and saw that the caller displayed was Liu Song, and answered the channel impatiently: "What are you doing, Sunflower, you are still restless when you are making waves outside, why are you calling me?"

"Come to the theater," Liu Song said urgently: "Just now Zhao Xin's predecessor called me and said that all the theaters in Art Street were organized to go to the scene of the '8.3 Hongqiao Incident' today to offer flowers and mourn, so let's hurry over." ”

Zhang Jiao said irritably: "Where are you going?"

This kind of thing was not notified earlier, and I must have not planned to let us participate in it at all, but there were too many people who didn't go today, and the theater didn't have enough people to make up for it, so I asked us to make up for it. ”

Liu Song said urgently: "I can't guess what's going on with my IQ."

But that's not the case with the students' status in the theater, so don't complain.

Moreover, Zhao Xin's predecessors said that the first few big theater owners on Art Street communicated through personal connections and adjusted the time for Haijing 1 to shoot the exterior part of "8.3 Hongqiao Incident Documentary" to today.

Maybe we can still have a chance to be on camera, it's Haijing 1!"

Haijing 1 is the largest and most influential comprehensive TV channel in Haijing, and in the eyes of more than 90% of Haijing entertainers, being on 1 means success.

Zhang Jiao knew this very well, so he could understand Liu Song's mood, but he still said angrily: "Is a flashing background shot also considered to be on the 1st stage?"

Sunflower, your personality is so optimistic that your brain is dead. ”

"Isn't that a good sign? was blocked by Zhang Jiao a few times, and Liu Song also became angry, "You have swelled up these days, and you dare not even listen to the words of the seniors in the theater."

I'm making an appointment, and I'm not going to the theater obediently, do you like to come?

But in the future, if you really see my brother's footage on Haijing 1, don't regret it. ”

Zhang Jiao had a flash of inspiration when he heard this, and said in a quiet tone: "I didn't say I wouldn't go, after all, it's Haijing 1." ”

Liu Song heard that his tone was wrong, and a hint of bad omen suddenly rose in his heart, and he stammered: "Slot, you, don't go crazy."

The '8.3 Hongqiao Incident' killed more than 97,000 people, and when the whole people were grieving and angry, it was like a powder keg, which exploded at a single point.

You're going to die now, but you're going to die!"

"Die or die, what I want is to be angry and full of attention. Zhang Jiao said faintly, his eyes moving to the backpack hanging in the corner.