Chapter 92: Seeking Rights

"What?"

"Jin Henan recovered a batch of cultural relics, and this second-class merit is considered to be stable. I heard that you will leave for Gujiang tomorrow morning, so I want to see you tonight." Sang Ting said, curling his lips and muttering, "But I think he just wants to move up. Isn't there a vacancy in the agency this year?"

Quan Heng said "hmm" lightly, closed her eyes, and the sparkling Buddhist beads moved slowly in her hands, making her fingertips cleaner and her whole body aura made people feel at ease.

Even if she doesn't believe in Buddhism, she always has an indescribable Buddhist spirit, the charm of simplicity and blankness in the midst of thousands of complexities.

Sang Ting looked at her anxiously, thinking that my sister is much more precious than jade and gold. If we grow up together, I will never let those beasts in the Quan family bully my sister. I will chop them all into pieces and fry them in a frying pan!

"Do you... want to meet him?"

"Yes, we need to cooperate more in the future." Quan Heng raised his eyes, "Go to "Moon Bay" to see the children after getting off the plane tomorrow morning, remind Yun Bai to make arrangements."

Sang Ting immediately: "I want to follow..."

"You go to class." Quan Heng held his forehead, a little headache, but he didn't blame, just a little helpless, "If you fail all the subjects again, you will sign your own test paper."

"Oh..." Sang Ting wilted, shook his head and went out.

Quan Heng opened the small drawer, saw the talisman with ink that had not yet dried, and slightly lowered his eyes.

After a while, a call sounded in the house.

"Boss?" The phone rang for less than two seconds, and the other side answered the phone.

"Check someone," Quan Heng said in a light tone, looking at the cinnabar runes on the yellow paper, "The Zhengyi Taoist priest of Heming Mountain has a lineage inheritance, named Song Jingyun."

"All information, including family, experience, and social interactions. ”

At night.

Quan Heng sat at the desk with her head down slightly, her fingers gently stroking the eighteen pieces. She seemed to be thinking about many things, but also seemed to be thinking about nothing. A kind of empty indifference and alienation lingered around her, and the room was quiet with only sandalwood.

"Nirvana..." she whispered.

Tang Junyi was a weird person, but if Nirvana was really a pit of fire, he probably wouldn't push her into it. Although the other party was not a smart person, he was not stupid enough to anger another smart person. This was completely asking for trouble.

What was so special about "Nirvana" or was it related to her?

If all this was not Tang Junyi's original intention, it was the instruction of the organization he defected to...who would be the "brain" behind the "operator ghost"?

It depends on her "bait" and what fish she can catch.

And this time, Yanlai Ancient Town...

Quan Heng closed her eyes and changed her thoughts.

"Xianhuan used the sea of ​​blood to test me, but who told her that there would be someone who would not be affected by "Yujing Beidou"? Why did she think of testing me, and what was her reason for handing over "Yujing Beidou" after the test was successful?

"Mo Xiuyue said that she was the nail I arranged... But I don't have these memories, and I can't rule out the possibility that she deceived me..."

Quan Heng frowned slowly, rubbed his temples with his fingertips, and his head began to swell and ache.

She had said to the ghost mother in her dream that she often went to that sea, and vaguely mentioned that she had tried to commit suicide, which was not false.

Eight years ago in the winter, Quan Heng drowned on the coast. It was obviously a situation with a very low survival rate, but later I don't know how...

She survived.

It was just a brain injury, and she was in a coma for two months before waking up.

Since then, she even dreamed that someone begged her to "stay alive", and even to the extent that she couldn't fall asleep and had to learn to control dreams.

And the Eighteen Sons...

The phrase "Eighteen Sons of the Universe" by 003 in the Perfect Triangle Building, and the reaction of the flute player... This is a gift from her mother whom she has never met, and she has never left her hand...

What is the connection between these things?

Quan Heng felt a sharp pain in his head, as if something was squeezing his brain desperately, and his temples were bulging.

"Ding... Dong! Dong!" It seemed that someone really took a hammer and pierced the brain with iron needles, stabbing the temples on both sides, producing the auditory hallucination of iron objects hitting each other.

I can't think about it anymore...

Quan Heng exhaled tremblingly, closed his eyes, and said calmly:

"Release the ban on the brand."

"Exclusive brand-"Release" has been released"

Quan Heng stretched out his hand, and a jade pendant that was already intact appeared in his palm.

This jade was completely broken when Song Jingyun gave it to her in the ancient town, but now it is intact after logging out of the game.

It's just that the color is darker than before.

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[Yujing Beidou·Jumen Tianxuan, not connected]

Special item: Yujing Beidou-Jumen Tianxuan

Introduction: "White Yujing, Beidou Star; seven appear and two hide, four plates rotate; rusty moon is about to burn, cranes cry and swords ring."

Details: "Jumen in the life palace, Beidou is the master of Yin", under the avenue, all things have no birth and death, but only gathering and dispersion. For those who are difficult to balance yin and yang and whose cause and effect cannot be eliminated, this may be a painful shackle, or it may be a new opportunity. Those who fall into the mud will grow lotus, and those who are in the dark will have hope, and the warmth of the Yin soil will nourish good spirits.

Please remember: "Yin soil is crisscrossed, giving death and life"

[Warm reminder: Those who have not connected the resonance cannot use all their strength. 】

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"It sounds like only dead people can connect."

Quan Heng stroked the jade pendant and smiled and gestured: "Don't you want to give me some tips?"

The floating screen that only the operator can see popped up, but before the text appeared, the door was knocked.

"Boss, Captain Jin is here."

"Come in." Quan Heng said, signaling the system to talk later.

The panel disappeared, Sang Ting led people in, and then stood beside Quan Heng.

"Boss Quan!"

"Captain Jin, long time no see."

The young man who entered the door looked to be less than thirty years old, and he was still carrying something in his hand. Just when he was about to shake hands with Quan Heng and say hello, the latter raised his hand first and said gently:

"Forget it as a courtesy, please sit down."

Jin Henai's heart thumped, but his face remained silent as he sat down with a smile: "Hey, okay."

He looked at Quan Heng and then at Sang Ting beside him.

Of course he recognized this child. He belonged to Quan Heng's so-called "private security team". Ninety percent of them were desperadoes who had been cleansed from the mercenaries in the war zone, but they were all surprisingly loyal.

This child is the gold mined from the Shan State area. At the age when hundreds of people have been killed, domestic children are still asking teachers math questions within ten years. After a few years, he has learned to restrain himself and has become a loyal person around Quan like Xu Hanbai. Mad dog.

Can I still harm people with surname rights?

Jin Henai talked about business, but he was laughing in his heart.

Ever since he entered this manor, there were advanced electronic equipment and information networks everywhere, patrols and surveillance, and search wolf dogs set free every other distance. It was absolutely safe even a few hundred meters away from the border.

"Everyone is exploiting loopholes. There are things that money can solve that cannot be solved. It's always because of the wrong method."

After Quan Heng listened, it was nothing more than a matter of promotion performance, which was related to several foreign forces. The most well-known temple outside is in the hands of Quan Heng. Information circulates and it is just a matter of opening your mouth to mention a few words.

But she took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Captain Jin, there is no need to be too anxious. There are always ways, and everything depends on man-made efforts."

Are you unwilling to help?

Jin Henai's already nervous heart sank instantly.

Has it been discovered? During this smuggling of cultural relics... did he deal with Quan Lin? But there was no cooperation, I just gave too much and let it go a little bit... Can it really be found out?

"Boss Quan... you know, I'm afraid that if something goes wrong, it will affect your business later."

Jin Henai said this and observed Quan Heng calmly.

Quan Heng is very beautiful, but this beauty is too contradictory and complicated. At first glance, he looks gentle and elegant, and he is really noble. Due to his disability, he is also a bit "weak". His thin body and usual smile make him so "good-tempered" "The primacy effect has been strengthened.

But in fact, if you look carefully, you can see that something is wrong even in the face, especially in the eyes. It is not an exaggeration to say, "A grind of graphite is a phoenix tail, and half a spoonful of cold spring is a dragon's eye." After the ridiculousness is gone, Cold and cold, with little breath of life.

After looking at them for a long time, even if they are smiling, they will feel chilly, and their blood will run cold when they regain consciousness.

Jin Henai can't tell whether the emotion conveyed by these eyes is joy or anger. People of this status have excellent emotional management. Unless she is willing to reveal it openly, she will just smile at others and show off her human feelings.

"...What are you doing?"

After a few rounds of Tai Chi, Jin Henai felt a little unable to hold on, so he could barely hold on and smiled, speaking in a low voice.

People who strive for power, especially ordinary people who want power but have no background, must be prepared to give up everything, including conscience. All personal emotions can be compromised in the face of sufficient interests. If you can't let go, some people can let it go, and it will happen in the blink of an eye. Become someone else's victim.

"Captain Jin said this as if my boss was bullying others, but that's not what Ge You's men said."

Seeing that Quan Heng didn't stop him, Sang Ting leaned against the pillar with his arms folded, and smiled with a wild spirit that had not faded:

"I checked that coward and said that there was a secondary inspection when this batch of goods left. If the number is not correct, it is blocked by the above... This is the higher level..."

"Absolutely not!" Jin Henai looked at Quan Heng and explained eagerly, "You know me..."

"Captain Jin, Xiaoting didn't say it was you," Quan Heng chuckled, "What are you doing, why are you throwing dirty water on yourself?"

do what!

If I don't do this, my future will be ruined tomorrow!

"Yes, you are right."

Jin Henai's back was chilled by cold sweat, and he felt that his thoughts could no longer be evaded.

If the other opponents he faces are poisonous snakes with colorful patterns and exposed fangs, Quan Heng is a scheming ghost with a hidden smile. He can see all his little moves without revealing anything, and he can accurately grasp seven inches without dying. Give people pleasure.

"Captain Jin just said that he wants to cooperate with Jiang Luan? Their line security is not on the table..." Quan Heng briefly mentioned a few points, which were all inside information. Jin Henai was frightened and chilled when he heard that, and felt that the front line security was not on the table... The shock was worth it.

"It is still necessary to buy an umbrella when the weather is clear," Quan Heng concluded gently, "otherwise it will be too late when the storm comes."

"Yes, you are right," Jin Henai nodded, and hurriedly took out the two wooden boxes he brought, "I know it's your birthday, but I can't come to the banquet, so I can only send the gift to express my feelings. ”

Sang Ting took a step forward and took over Quan Heng first.

"Bogu pattern, red sandalwood." Quan Heng glanced at it and smiled, "Huanghuali, or sea yellow."

"You...open it and take a look?"

Quan Heng motioned to Sang Ting to open it.

Among the four treasures of the study used by the emperor during the Song Dynasty, the barrel of the Xuan brush is engraved with a thin gold body that moves in the air, is lingering and elegant, and reaches its peak.

What Jin Henai gave to her must be an authentic work.

"What an expensive gift. It's just that Chengxintang paper is placed in a separate box, and one piece was specially selected..."

Quan Heng smiled, satisfied with the gift, and took the initiative to give him a chance to chat: "What kind of riddles are there between us? We are not in an agency, so it doesn't seem deep, but seems reserved and strange."

How can there be such a thing as putting it alone? Jin Henai immediately reacted and laughed in response.

"Since you said so, I will obey your order," Jin Henai said, "I want to ask you for a calligraphy."

"It is said that your calligraphy is worth a fortune. Isn't this a cultural relic recovered? The higher-ups decided to put some of it in the local museum, and the ones that are too precious will be sent to Beijing for good protection, so I want to ask for a calligraphy to hang in the museum... It can also be considered charity!"

Hearing this, Sang Ting slightly moved his eyes and looked down on him.

He still wants to borrow the name of charity, what a shameless thing.

His boss never asks for fame or writing fees with calligraphy. This calligraphy is not just a "calligraphy" when it is given out. The name on the signature is much more valuable than the whole calligraphy.

And when it comes to charity and museums, and it is a cultural relic that has been snatched back, how can his boss refuse...

But Quan Heng did not express his opinion, and he immediately lowered his eyes and did not want to pay attention.

"Okay, just borrow the money of Deputy Director Jin." Quan Heng smiled.

This name...

Jin Henai immediately stood up and said hurriedly: "Hey! Good."

Quan Heng moved to sit beside the desk, picked up the Xuan brush in the box, moistened the brush for a while, then leaned over slightly, his arm and wrist were steady, and the pen was flying and snaking.

This stroke of the pen is really beautiful, the ink flows freely on the white Xuan paper, iron painting and silver hook, free but not wild.

Jin Henai had the honor to see it once before, but every time he couldn't help but admire in his heart: good calligraphy!

"... Culture exists and the country is born."

He read it out, suddenly feeling heroic, and then turned into self-mockery after echoing, and still admired on his face: "Boss Quan is righteous."

"I dare not." Quan Heng moved the paperweight and asked Sang Ting to help put it away.

While waiting, Quan Heng suddenly said: "Has Captain Jin cast a net to catch fish?"

"I often see it when I fish." Jin Henai said.

"Really? Then what do you think Captain Jin thinks...what kind of threat can fish bring to hunters? Will the fish die and the net be broken?" Quan Heng smiled, "If the net is broken, there are many ways to fix it, and countless people will be heartbroken, and the only thing that really dies is the fish."

Jin Henai's heart sank, knowing that this was a warning.

No matter how elegant Quan Heng's calligraphy is, or how righteous her words are, she is a businessman first.

Businessmen value profit over separation.

If they want to abandon a child, they won't hesitate at all.

He agreed, nodded, and left with the calligraphy.

"What do you think?" After the people left, Quan Heng looked at Sang Ting, who had been pouting.