Because Zhang Muzi was distracted, he didn't quite understand what Zhang Yaobei's words meant by 'needing a heavyweight work to win the practice opportunity to go to the 'alien', but subconsciously held his outstretched right hand in a daze.

Later, when he became a member of the team and toasted the 'seniors' one by one, Zhang Muzi learned the truth from some fragmented words.

It turned out that at noon today, after the interstellar era of the earth's evolution, the United Nations, a subsidiary of the United Nations 'UNESCO', which is becoming increasingly important, announced a package of educational cooperation plans reached with the central government educational institutions of the two medium-civilization planets of the 'Western Galactic Alliance', Asenco and Duze.

Among them, in the field of 'humanities', the cooperation project in media and culture is provided for students from the earth to go to alien universities for a practical ** stream with the nature of study tours.

Such an opportunity can be said to be unprecedented, the competition is naturally very fierce, students from famous schools all over the world will inevitably participate, if you want to dominate the crowd, you can only use your works to speak, in this case, Zhang Muzi happened to be a topic that can be said to be attracting worldwide attention, plainly sent to Zhang Yaobei's hands, and naturally got unexpected returns.

It's a pity that luck doesn't mean strength, although as the provider of most of the 'hardware' materials for newsreels, he naturally became a member of the short film shooting team, but the lack of ability still makes Zhang Muzi actually unable to interfere in the filming work at all, and according to the rules of the 'Korean Dynasty', he has been out of the identity of doing chores, so he can only idle with nothing to do.

And because he just joined the team, he squeezed into the shooting team of the most important works that are likely to bring a bright future, and he also disclosed his lover identity with Ahn Tae-hee, and became very jealous, and his idle appearance every time he appeared at the team party would be criticized.

Over time, Zhang Muzi stopped appearing at the party under the pretext of being the president, and stayed in the academy to catch up on the homework he had pulled down some time ago because of collecting ancient beast eggs.

More than ten days have passed in this way, and the production of newsreels has entered the most critical post-editing stage.

On this weekend night, Zhang Muzi, who had not seen Ahn Tae-hee for three days and could only contact his busy girlfriend by phone, took advantage of his leisure time to rush to his favorite 'Niulan' Japanese restaurant in downtown Seoul to have a good meal, sat at a low table, pondered for a long time, and made up a sweet message to send Ahn Tae-hee.

After completing the routine greeting that must be had every day, he suddenly felt a full burp and was about to stand up to check out, when he suddenly heard his mobile phone ringing.

I was inexplicable, took out the phone and looked down at the screen, and saw that it was indeed an unfamiliar number in my premonition, and Zhang Muzi's good mood disappeared in an instant.

For more than half a month, different strange numbers have sent him strange messages every day, most of which are various scriptures and stories about karma, and most of them are audio texts of unknown meaning, which makes people impatient.

was harassed by him very hotly, Zhang Muzi even called his powerful asset manager, and instructed him to entrust detectives to investigate to see who was making trouble, but because there were too few clues and there was no gain, at this time, he was naturally angry when he received a message from an unfamiliar number again, so he wanted to delete it directly.

But in the process of operation, because of his strong curiosity, Zhang Muzi couldn't help but click on the information, and this time he heard a low wail, which made a thought flash in his heart, "There are really crazy people in this society, if I have gone through five or six evolutions now, and can casually use the magic power of 'Induction Three Immortal Gu' in the world, I will definitely let him taste it..."

And just as his mind flashed, Zhang Muzi suddenly noticed that the scream was vaguely familiar, and subconsciously played it again, and suddenly his face changed drastically, and his whole body trembled.

Under the violent fluctuations of emotion, his aura changed dozens of times in an instant, and all he showed was killing anger.

If Zhang Muzi really had evolved five or six times at this time, as he imagined just now, he was afraid that if his mind was lost, the entire Seoul would have lost control and turned into hell because of the power of hundreds of 'fantasy seeds'.

And even now, the gloomy breath caused by his rage had lowered the temperature of the entire box by more than ten degrees, and two porcelain vases full of freshly picked flowers that showed the art of ikebana rolled to the ground and shattered.

Standing outside the door, a waitress in a beautiful kimono heard the sound and hurriedly opened the silk paper 'sliding door', and the oncoming cold wind suddenly made her shiver.

Looking at the mess in the box, the waitress hurriedly bowed ninety degrees to make amends, and said, "Zhang Sang, is the warm wind broken, you have been wronged, please bear with me." ”

This attitude of immediately apologizing for the slightest mistake is one of the biggest differences between a top restaurant and an ordinary restaurant, after all, customers are willing to spend dozens or even hundreds of times the price of dining, and they are not only asking for unique precious ingredients, but also perfect service.

However, to the waitress's surprise, about thirty or forty seconds after she did not dare to straighten up and bow deeply, what she heard was not the roar of the youngest regular customer of the 'Bullpen' restaurant, but the same politeness as always, but this time her voice seemed to tremble slightly, "It's not your fault, it's my mistake."

Go and help settle the money for the meal, and by the way, don't forget to include the broken vase money, thank you. Then a credit card and a thousand-dollar bill were handed to her.

"Yes. The waitress didn't dare to say anything, took the credit card and tips, hurriedly exited the box, and watched her figure disappear, Zhang Muzi fell to the ground, clenched his fists, clenched his teeth, took a deep breath again and again, forcibly calmed his feelings, picked up the mobile phone that fell on the ground, and dialed his parents over and over again.

Zhang Muzi unconsciously reached out and pressed the 'mother nest' on his chest, his eyes revealed a tyrannical look that had never appeared before, muttering nervously in his mouth, gritting his teeth and saying: "Rush back to Yuanbei City immediately, I want to rush back to Yuanbei City immediately!"

No matter who is making trouble, I must make him regret why he was born in this world!

I will drink his blood, eat his flesh, skin him alive, break bones one by one...

But before you do these things, you must first find this person and rescue your mother and father, so you have to calm down first, calm down, and think about who will do this..."

After a burst of hysterical rage, he finally controlled the love again, and at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of the silk door being opened.

Thinking that the waiter was back, Zhang Muzi took a deep breath and tried to restore his distorted facial features to normal, but after looking up, Che was surprised to find that there were several sturdy men in black suits, tall and short, who looked to be between twenty and forty years old.

"You are Mr. Zhang Muzi, right?" The middle-aged man who looked like the leader of the people looked at the messy scene around him, and with a playful smile on his face, he looked at Zhang Muzi and asked.

As soon as his words fell, the waitress just now hurriedly ran into the box, bowed in a panic and said, "Zhang Sang, these gentlemen said that they were your friends, and they just said..."

A subtle premonition rose in his heart, Zhang Muzi interrupted the waitress's words, and said slowly with a slight trembling of teeth: "It's okay, they are indeed my friends, I will entertain them well in a while...

By the way, do you have any coarse salt for pickling seafood, and do you have any spirits, and give me some jars? ”

"You want coarse salt and spirits, don't you?" the waitress confirmed in surprise.

"Yes, coarse salt and spirits, can you send them right away? Zhang Muzi's expression became very calm at some point, and he said softly.

Asking for liquor can also be explained as planning to let the guests drink booze, but no one will invite a friend to eat 'coarse salt', but the rich who lack pursuit in life often have some quirks, and the waitress of the 'bullpen' will not say much after confirming it, and will respectfully reply, "Yes, I will send it immediately." He turned around and walked out of the box again.

Seeing her back disappear, Zhang Muzi got up and looked at the few big men standing around him who showed a fierce and fierce atmosphere, took a deep breath, nodded at the middle-aged man who asked him a question just now, and said, "I am Zhang Muzi, do you have anything to do with me?"

"You should have guessed some of my intentions, haven't you, Mr. Zhang Muzi, I originally had a video for you to enjoy, but now it seems that you don't need it. The middle-aged man smiled and took out a stack of Wen Jiàn from the black briefcase he was carrying, and said vaguely: "Okay, I need you to sign some Wen Jiàn now to make sure that the sound you just heard from your phone doesn't happen again." ”

Zhang Muzi was slightly stunned, walked up to the middle-aged man and took the stack of texts, looked at it carefully, and said in a low voice: "Is there a confirmation of asset sales, real estate worth tens of billions of meters is transferred with a few signatures, this is too child's play..."

"It's our problem whether it's child's play or not, Mr. Zhang Muzi," the middle-aged man smiled and said expressionlessly, "You just need to sign it." ”

"Signature..."Zhang Muzi's body suddenly trembled slightly nervously, and he asked in a slight voice: "As long as I sign it, can I guarantee the safety of my parents?"

"Of course, our purpose is just to recover old debts..."The middle-aged man cut the railroad to the point, he was interrupted by the gently opened sliding door of the box before he finished speaking, and he didn't notice it at all, and turned to look at a few waitresses in kimonos, holding a few coarse porcelain jars and walking to the low table with broken steps, and Zhang Muzi's eyes flashed with determination when he put down the porcelain jars.

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