"I feel that Lao Qiao has shifted his focus to other places, and I am not happy, but even so, when we are going to ship here, I haven't played with my life?"

The cook continued with his glass to the officer who was almost unable to open his eyes: "But what is Old Joe doing? He's busy being a politician and investing in those fraudulent companies...... What is this what a hero should do? ”

The next second, the officer suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

The cook continued to pretend to be drunk and said: "In our business, what we want is a black-hearted ruthless and unscrupulous, you look at Lao Qiao again, now he is full of worries ......"

"Do you think Old Joe is not ruthless enough?"

"I think he's getting old!"

The cook analyzed the officer: "He is old, so he wants to engage in politics, do you understand?" ”

"Who is it that gets into politics?"

"Those are people who like to be gods and are willing to watch others worship them."

"This kind of person, if he has been kneeling for a long time by others, he will feel that he has feathers on his body, and whenever the feathers grow, he will definitely not want to watch the feathers get dirty!"

"He will start to think about the interests of the majority of people in the voice of the masses, and slowly something that a drug dealer should never have in his heart will grow, called kindness."

To be honest, I didn't quite agree with the chef's theory at the time, I felt that people who were not ruthless enough would never be able to engage in politics, but I remembered that the cook was trying his best to fan the officer, and I felt that this thing was actually quite fast, at least the truth of the current compilation was quite smooth.

"What was Old Joe like before?"

"Leading everyone to boil black gold, shipping it by himself, making a lot of money, killing decisively, who is not convinced, even the group of people who followed him at the beginning have become the biggest boss of Mengneng."

"And now? Don't come to the village anymore! ”

"Either being interviewed by this reporter all day long, or being interviewed by that media, and talking about economy and development at every turn, isn't this just trying to wash white!"

"I bet with you, if one day the profits from those parks he is engaged in in Mengneng can be enough for him to support the army and Mengneng, we will be ruthlessly abandoned here, do you believe it or not?"

The officer pouted and asked, "Is this possible?" ”

The cook struck while the iron was hot: "If you become the political head of a region, will you be willing to let people break the black news?" ”

"He's not just going to abandon here, he's going to ...... Erase this history once and for all! ”

"Otherwise, why should those scam parks be allowed to gain a foothold in a controversial situation? This is to use 'black money' to support legal 'economic flow' in Mengne! ”

"At that point, you, and all the Greenskins here, including me, will be victimized."

"You can think about it."

The cook got up and went inside, and lay down on the bed and slept soundly.

When the officer came out of the house, he kicked me in the doorway, and I turned my head to see his questioning eyes and gestures pointing into the room.

This was the most interesting time for me, when the cook dug a cliff that did not exist in front of the officer in his own words, and made him feel that standing next to the cliff there would be a wind that would blow him down. It's like ......

Intrusive thinking.

The so-called intrusive thinking is that when you walk on the overpass and see a crack, you will feel that it may be disconnected; If the family has been out for a long time, they will involuntarily think about bad things, whether he will have a car accident, whether there is a possibility of an accident, etc.

Interestingly, the cook didn't draw the cake for the officer, because the cake in the village was big enough.

As I cleaned up the mess on my desk, I thought back to the situation the officer had faced when he returned.

He may be involved in two aspects at the moment, the first is whether Lao Qiao will suddenly fall off one day and take the entire village as his political achievement in governing Mengneng; Second, it is the feeling of watching so much money come in every day if the village falls into your own hands.

It's like standing in the middle of a scale, and no matter which side of the weight is tilted, he'll slip off.

See?

This is the demon hiding in the water.

The demon didn't scream and pounce on him after a miserable howl. It comes silently, it doesn't hurt or itch when it bites you, and when you react, it's gone.

That's when I asked a question that scared my mind.

If......

I mean, what if......

If I had the opportunity to become Old Joe, would I be 'kissing the devil knowing the outcome' or ......

Yes, I can't find the answer at all.

Is it scary?

In my virtual hypothesis, I set myself to face the devil, and the result of obeying the devil is to become a hegemon, with countless money and supreme power, but once this hypothesis is put on the table, I completely lose the reason to reject the devil.

So I got back to my room and lay down in bed, and the only way I could forget it was to think it was a dream.

Because, I have begun to think uncontrollably about whether it is possible for me to implement it.

I finally fell asleep in my thoughts, and even in my dreams I was thinking about whether it was possible to soar into the sky like Wei Xiaobao.

I think that if even I, who had no choice but to stay in the village, began to think like this, I could imagine the thoughts of every greenskin soldier in the village.

What makes me wonder is how Old Joe has suppressed these 'demons' who can have 'rebellious' thoughts at any time for so many years.

I slept a lot.

When I woke up, it was nearly dusk.

At that time, the sunset on the horizon was very beautiful, and it was just right to match the scene of the old man and the dog walking......

Wait a minute!

Old man!!

It was the first time I had seen an old man in the village, an old man in a white shirt with a hunched back walking around the village with a dog, I couldn't see his face clearly, but the way he was pointing at me with his back was familiar.

In addition, there have been changes in the village, there are a few more color steel houses in the open space, the doors of those color steel houses are closed, the windows are sealed, and it is impossible to see what is inside.

It's Old Joe.

When the old man picked up a stick from the ground and threw it out like a dog, the short-legged corgi ran very happily, and it was at this second that I could see the old man's face clearly.

He put his hands behind his back and relaxed as if he had come home, and here, as if he had no worries, he was playing with the dog.

Immediately afterwards, someone called Lao Qiao a bucket of water, and moved a small bench, and when the corgi ran back with a wooden stick, Lao Qiao threw the dog directly into the water, and bathed the dog himself, even if he shook the water when the dog shook his hair, he only whispered two sentences, that's all......

(End of chapter)