"Who is that, Gao Meng, are you a member of the Gao family?"

Gao Meng snorted, he didn't run away or run away on the spot, it was really awe-inspiring, only the iron skin of those people in the Gao family could withstand this kind of test, right?

GAO Mengdao,

"The blast furnace is my grandfather, and I and Gao Tie are half-brothers."

"Oh~"

The crowd tone is very meaningful—and in general, it always evokes some kind of not-so-nice association.

"You are the eldest son of the Gao family, the guy who doesn't like to strike iron and only loves the wilderness?"

"Tsk, it's really different."

A guy looked at the big bag on Gao Meng's head.

It was just knocked out by Lin Chou on the ground, fresh and hot.

"It's not just different, it's a head, a real head."

“...”

I've seen it for a long time, and that's how the head horns are used?!

Gao Meng picked up the wine jar and poured a big sip,

"I'm not an Awakened."

The people wondered,

"What do you mean?"

Gao Meng said in a muffled voice, "I'm not an awakened person, and I didn't inherit my grandfather.... The bloodline that was born for forging, I'm not as smart as the high-speed rail... The Gao family only needs a blast furnace and an heir. ”

These words made a group of hunters silent for a while, and the base city attached great importance to surnames, families, and bloodlines.

Not to mention that Gao Meng is the grandson of the blast furnace, even the son of the blast furnace!

What the blast furnace needs is a successor who has the same kind of awakening bloodline as him, and perhaps when the blast furnace grows old, the high-speed rail will become the second blast furnace in the base city.

However, Gao Meng can't do it, he is not even an awakened person, how can he inherit the Gao family?

"My relationship with Gao Tie has been very good since I was a child, he likes the forging furnace, likes the blazing flame, likes to watch any material become the shape that grandpa wants under his hammer, obedient, sensible, well-behaved plus talent, which is deeply liked by grandpa."

"I'm different, I'm not a rule-abiding person, I don't want to stay in Base City for the rest of my life as a stinking blacksmith, my heart belongs to the empty wilderness, and I am full of destruction, and I have never taken out a good thing under my hammer... Death is above, the day Lao Tzu is alienated, he knows that the opportunity has come, hahaha..."

"Especially after that shortly after, the high-speed rail, awakened the power of the bloodline, a godsend!"

"The high-speed rail can do what he wants, Lao Tzu can also do it this time, the wilderness is so interesting, there are living corpses, strange beasts and magic plants, every place is exciting, it can give me a huge surprise, every near death is the rarest amazement for me, I hope this kind of day, I can live until the day I die, no need for a funeral, no need for the incinerator of the Mingguang Funeral Home, the day I look forward to, only need the strange beasts and roaring living corpses all over the mountains, it is enough."

Everyone scratched their heads together, noncommittal.

If they could have a choice like Gao Meng, they would definitely not be a hunter.

What's so good about the hunters, maybe one day they will expose the corpse wilderness, maybe they won't even have the opportunity to go to the furnace of the Mingguang funeral home, they can't leave the slightest trace of existence in the world, and they can't even leave a bone pendant for people to mourn, it's just too desperate.

People are more than people, isn't this infuriating?

When a group of hunters were busy sighing and lamenting among themselves,

Or maybe it's a joke or something.

"Knock knock."

The door of the small restaurant was gently knocked.

"Little brother, people have come to see you."

A sweet and fiery tail note, meandering.

A long red dress floated in,

Only the most delicate peony flowers are ripe, and the sweet smell is intoxicating.

The people in the small restaurant looked at each other completely, and they didn't say a word.

Mo Hongniang stroked the corner of her skirt and sat on the table opposite the counter, which happened to completely block Lin Chou's vision.

“...”

Lin Chou opened his mouth, feeling that his legs and stomach were turning, and the pain made him twitch.

Isn't it true that this day and day can't you give him some beautiful thoughts about hopes and dreams and so on?

Lin Chou still asked,

"Director Mo, you... What's the point? ”

Mo Hongniang covered her red lips, and her sweet voice listened to a group of hunters who had never seen the world in a retrograde, and the entire small restaurant had completely become a world of hormones and other not very literary and artistic atmosphere.

Mo Hongniang said coquettishly,

"I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Chou quickly interrupted,

"I've paid my taxes!"

"No, people..."

"No object!"

"I..."

"Slow down and don't send it!"

Mo Hongniang glanced at Lin Chou in shame, and she wanted to talk about it.

A good young man who took advantage of his poetry and wine years to dream as a horse had experienced this battle, looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, deep and thin.

Mo Hongniang said,

"Next month's dish, it's our turn to have a committee, the whitebeards of the scientific research institute are so annoying, they have to occupy a place first, obviously the committee caught the caracal first."

Lin Chou pouted quietly, what you say about yours, I only need to listen to one point, and if I believe you, it will be called hell.

But then again, this abuse of power for personal gain, Mo Hongniang is really handy.

Don't think about it, next month's quota must fall on Mo Wenwen's head, right?

Mo Hongniang smiled, and didn't care about the little scheming in Lin Chou's heart.

Place a card on the table,

"On behalf of the Mingguang Base City Occurrence Committee, I, Mo Hongniang, formally invite you to join the ranks of the Occurrence Committee."

Lin Chou glanced at the card, which had a photo of his head and identity card information, all available.

In addition, there is a line of small letters that reads the words "Specially Appointed by the Occurrence Commission".

"What does that mean?"

Mo Hongniang smiled,

"The occurrence of the special appointment of the commission is equivalent to the rank of colonel of the garrison army, and this is how Leng Han entered the scientific research institute back then."

Lin Chou frowned,

"I..."

Mo Hongniang preemptively said,

"It's a fictitious title, it doesn't require you to do any work for the commission, and it can also save you a series of unnecessary troubles such as assigning tasks."

Lin Chou disagreed, and the one who refused was called a Lisuo.

"No."

Mo Hongniang spit out two words,

"Tax-free!"

“...”

In theory, it only takes 0.1 seconds to move your mouth.

Lin Chou's face changed.

He refused so resolutely just now, wouldn't it seem very undignified to regret it now?

So I pinched my chin and started thinking about life.

Mo Hongniang got up, waved her hand, turned around and threw Lin Chou a huge step,

"You've got a few days to think about it, don't be in a hurry to refuse."

Lin Chou lamented that the key to this is not just a matter of whether to consider or not.

Anything about the point of circulation, can it be a small thing?

But then again, why did the committee choose him?

It won't be for a discount, then the problem is too serious.