"Really... really?"
Wang Zhao Ping looked at ng Lang with a face full of disbelief.
That was 5 million, just given away like that?
He couldn’t help but recall that night in his "chariot of justice" when the guy had seemingly nonchalantly handed over 5 million to Gao Yuan right in front of him?
As if it wasn’t 5 million but rather just 500.
Looking at the kraft paper bag on the table containing 50,000 yuan, Wang Zhao Ping felt a bit embarrassed.
Compared with Brother ng, he indeed seed a bit petty...
"Of course, didn’t you say it yourself, this technology can reduce cri rates.
If the cri rate drops, our lives as law-abiding citizens are more secure, right? It’s a win-win!"
One is private property, the other is public welfare, can they be the sa?
I’ve heard of serving oneself at the expense of the public good, but sacrificing personal gain for the public...
Isn’t that too high a level of enlightennt?
"This... Brother ng, didn’t you say the decryption device belongs to your friend? Don’t you need to ask for his opinion?"
Ask for what? Would Zero have an opinion? Would the brothers have an opinion?
"No need, our team has a high consensus internally. I’ll send you the complete code later."
High consensus internally?
Such thorough communication?
It’s not ’imaginary friends’ right?
Looking at ng Lang, who sat at a street stall eating tofu pudding without a single brand-na item on him, looking just like an average person, Wang Zhao Ping couldn’t help but sigh.
"Ah! Brother ng, I’ve seen quite a bit in my life, but I’ve never t soone like you who is so eager to do good, so capable yet views wealth as if it were trash, so disciplined, and not at all covetous of pleasure.
You’re truly admirable!"
The few pieces of information that ng Lang had shared with him, if he were opportunistic, any one of them could have been sold for a high price, let alone the Apple system vulnerability worth absolutely more than tens of millions today.
But what’s his style?
He’s never even brought up money in front of him!
Let alone money, last ti he felt indebted and wanted to help out by using his connections for his friend, he was flatly rejected.
Not only does he have "justice" written all over him, but he also has "integrity" engraved on his chest...
"Captain Wang..."
"Don’t call Captain, just call Elder Wang."
ng Lang was amused; the reputation he was gaining was having imdiate effects.
Just changing the title was like going from a ’public relationship’ to a ’private relationship’, increasing the personal affinity qualitatively!
"Alright, Elder Wang, I’m not as saintly as you say, who doesn’t covet pleasure? Anyone who says they don’t is just posing!"
ng Lang pointed to the dark circles under Wang Zhao Ping’s eyes from staying up all night and laughed.
"However, it’s like when you pull an all-nighter, feeling worn out, but then you crack a case, doesn’t it also feel exhilarating and fulfilling?
When we look from the second floor down, all we see is trash, but from atop a skyscraper, everything is a beautiful view.
If people lack perspective, they’ll only see trivial annoyances and no grand vision; all they’ll see is pettiness and debasent.
So, self-discipline should be like yours, Elder Wang, enduring a mont of pain in pursuit of a higher level of pleasure."
After giving so praise to the public servant, ng Lang continued to speak with emotion.
"Who doesn’t want to sleep until they wake naturally or count money until their hands cramp?
But to , staying up all night, eating junk food, indulging in montary pleasure, isn’t that akin to slow suicide?
Yet running three kiloters and then having a bowl of tofu pudding afterwards can bring an unprecedented sense of refreshnt and fulfillnt.
The thrill from dopamine is easy to co by, but fleeting, while the pleasure from endorphins is precious and enduring.
For those who chase dopamine, the ease is temporary, but the regret and emptiness linger.
Those who seek endorphins may suffer in the process, but the outcos are often beautiful.
When you find your health improving, your life becoming richer and more interesting, and your future looking brighter, the temptation of these low-level pleasures naturally diminishes significantly.
Desires are endless and lead only to an uncertain future..."
"Brother ng truly has profound insights!" Wang Zhao Ping looked on with admiration.
Indeed, geniuses are everywhere, but perhaps it is only such disciplined and hardworking geniuses that can keep creating miracles, right?
While admiring him, Wang Zhao Ping looked at ng Lang with a bit of a quirky expression.
"But Brother ng, how co soone as young as you has such profound insights into life?"
Hehe! Obviously, it’s the result of summarizing from one stomach cancer scare after another...
"Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, right?"
ng Lang chuckled and then, as if thinking of sothing, suddenly asked.
"By the way, I heard you say that this ti, assisting in the capture of those artifact thieves, is also that Major General Chu Tian?"
"Yes! One stone kills two birds, right? Major General Chu and his team, their combat and execution abilities truly can’t be compared with ordinary special forces."
"You said last ti... Major General Chu has a son, was he one of the victims rescued from that child trafficking case before?"
"That’s right, Major General Chu even ca to the police station to express his gratitude and brought him along, he looked like a quite shy little boy, his na seems to be... that’s right! Called Xiao Nan!"
Chu Nan! It really is him!
This is truly a wonderful coincidence...
But this na... was it seriously chosen?
Others have fatherly love as solid as a mountain, but this seems like a mountain landslide, doesn’t it?
"What’s up? Brother ng, why have you suddenly beco curious about Major General Chu’s son?" Wang Zhao Ping asked, puzzled.
Can I tell you, I could tell at first sight that this kid is anything but ordinary?
The so-called ’chaotic tis produce heroes’, capable of becoming the leader of the remaining survivors after the apocalypse, Chu Nan’s abilities are unquestionable.
Another rising power broker after the apocalypse, huh...
Student Xiao Nan, there’s a spot for you in the future talent reserve of ng’s!
"Hmm... Elder Wang, if I’m thinking of adopting a son, would Major General Chu oppose it?" ng Lang pondered seriously, stroking his chin.
"Err..."
Wang Zhao Ping felt dizzy, completely unable to keep up with ng Lang’s unique train of thought.
A perfectly normal conversation, how did it turn to adopting a son?
Yet ng Lang contended that his train of thought was absolutely logical.
Ti is a fascinating thing, sow beans and you get beans, sow lons and you get lons, raise an adopted son, and in the future, you’ll reap a big shot!
In ancient tis, Lv Buwei ’held valuable goods’ and created an emperor, Uncle, thus writing Lv’s Spring and Autumn Annals.
Now I, ng Lang, have ’the eye for talent’, and future big shots will all have to call godfather 666!
My ng’s Spring and Autumn Annals will be no less impressive!
Once this train of thought took off, ng Lang began to let his imagination run wild.
Becoming the godfather to a scholar-tyrant is for science, and to a warlord, it’s about organizing ard resistance!
To resist aliens, after all, you can’t do without guns.
If I can round up all the future young leaders, then when all the talents of the world erge from my doors...
Maybe I could beco the ’small-town strategist’ who has the power to sway the outco of a battlefield on my own!
"Err... Brother ng, if you’re serious about this, I can certainly make the introduction when the ti cos, but... I heard Major General Chu will be going abroad for a mission soon, you might have to wait until he cos back."
Wait for him to co back?
I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait that long...
[Yes, of course I know, it’s just in May of the year I wanted to seek refuge, he died in combat in Damascus, which made seriously reflect on life’s unpredictability.]
Counting the ti, Major General Chu’s life is likely already on countdown...
Whether out of respect for the military’s role in defending the holand or with the intention of nurturing a future power broker, ng Lang wanted to help Chu Tian.
But with such a short ti, he couldn’t think of a way to intervene.
Directly tell him he has a great on of misfortune? I’d probably be considered a remnant of feudal superstition, right?
Moreover, I don’t even know the specific cause of Chu Tian’s death, so it’s impossible to give an early warning!
That’s Damascus, out of reach...
Unless I keep him directly in the country and avoid his star of death, but that’s even more unrealistic.
You, an ordinary citizen, thinking of influencing the military deploynt of a major general?
The difficulty of that is indeed a bit like Hell...
"Sigh!" ng Lang rubbed his temples.
To embrace a big shot, I have to first figure out how to reattach the leg...
That’s quite absurd...
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