PFC Chapter 530 Super Executive (1)
Chapter 530 Super Executive (1)
After all, Xia Mi has been with Han Qiu for a long time, and they can understand each other's general meaning with just a glance.
She read Han Qiu's intention from his eyes. Was he unwilling to be a good person and give her the opportunity?
Xia Mi roughly guessed Han Qiu's thoughts by deliberately showing this face to confuse Pompey's judgment.
So she said: "I can share the dragon bone cross with you, but I need you to find a way to continue your offspring."
Pompey looked at Han Qiu.
Han Qiu shrugged, "The owner has agreed, so of course I don't care."
A smile appeared on Pompey's tense face, "Sister, of course I am willing to share that technology in exchange."
"Very good." Xia Mi nodded with satisfaction.
"But I can't tell you until then, and I need to remind you that this technology cannot produce offspring 100%, but there is a probability. For so many years, I only have one son, Caesar."
"understood."
"If you only choose Chu Zihang, it might be difficult," Pompey said.
Han Qiu had a strange expression on his face, and Xia Mi's face began to look ugly.
"Your power will be weakened after reproduction. Even after I devoured Li Wu Yue, I still couldn't resist this weakening of power. If possible, I suggest you eat Fenrir. Hela is more suitable for reproduction than you, just like Odin is more suitable than Macallan." Pompey continued.
Xia Mi was completely furious, but for Han Qiu's sake, she had to restrain herself.
She stood up and slapped Pompey, symmetrically to Han Qiu's previous slap, one on the left and one on the right.
"Thank you for your reminder. I'm tired. Please arrange a room for me." Xia Mi said.
Pompey's face flushed, but his tone was still cheerful: "I'll arrange it for you now, don't worry, there are plenty of rooms, sister."
After Xia Mi left, Han Qiu muttered beside Pompeii: "You deserve it. You are so ignorant that you don't know what to say or what not to say."
Pompey said nonchalantly, "Isn't it just a slap? I've been slapped by women too many times."
"You are just cheap." Han Qiu said with disdain.
"It's normal that you don't understand because you have no experience, Mr. Han."
"Cnm!" Han Qiu left after throwing out a swear word.
Pompey was still there recalling his glorious past: "I remember breaking up with an English girl before. She was very beautiful. The slap was very heavy. She had a good pedigree, A-level, and had practiced boxing since she was a child. Since then, I have learned to just walk away. Breaking up is a stupid act."
"Scumbag." Han Qiu left another sentence before walking out the door.
Pompey didn't know what scumbag meant, and thought it was a man who boasted about his intelligence and floated around like scum. "For those women, leaving silently is a good thing. They won't be too sad, and they may think that I will come back, so they will wait for many, many years. It's better to miss you than to be sad. Mr. Han, you don't understand after all..."
When he looked up, Han Qiu had completely disappeared.
Pompey looked around the mess in the restaurant, slowly pressed the communication button under the table, arranged for someone to come and clean up, and arranged a room for Xia Mi.
What a pity! Pompey actually hoped that Han Qiu could understand him, but it was a pity that Han Qiu didn't understand romantic matters.
Pompey had only seen two people as greedy as himself, Herzog and Han Qiu.
The former becomes a tool, but it would be nice if the latter could become a close friend.
……
The man wandered the streets of Chicago, looking around as he walked, and was impressed by how much the place had changed.
When was the last time I came here? It was almost thirty years ago.
Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.
He went to the train station as he remembered, found an empty chair and sat down to wait.
That train should be here, right? I remember that when I was on a mission, I always took the train back to school.
His classmates laughed at him for being the best student but using the most common mode of transportation.
In fact, he just likes to take the train, see the scenery along the way, and throw the busyness and unhappiness into the mountains along the way along with the wind.
This habit continued for a long time. He likes cars very much and likes the feeling of speeding on the ground.
It is best if it is drizzling, with the car window half open, to allow the wind mixed with raindrops to rush in, getting faster and faster, and the wind also gets faster.
Enjoy the hustle and bustle in the wind and rain alone, and then return to your residence to enjoy the tranquility, the best cigars, the strongest liquor, the most decent records, and the most comfortable bed.
He wanted to say: "I'm still alive, I'm back."
But he waited a whole night and the train didn't arrive. He slept in the train station with his clothes on. When he woke up, it was still dark and he found the world was really quiet.
This kind of world is pretty good, but where should he go? The man couldn’t remember how long he had stayed in that dark Nibelungen, let alone know what was happening in the outside world.
All he knew was that when he escaped, he happened to be in a deserted suburb of Chicago.
No identity, no money, and no weapons.
Fortunately, this is Chicago, there are places to go, and it is also a place he must go.
He started wandering around again. Feeling a little hungry, he stopped in front of a fried chicken and hamburger shop and didn't want to leave for a long time.
"It would be nice if there was braised large intestines," he muttered.
Unfortunately, even if there was one, he had no money to buy it.
Fortunately, someone gave him some change. He looked like a beggar with ragged clothes and dull eyes.
A genius of his time has become a beggar. The man looked at his reflection in the glass window and smiled silently.
He still used the change to buy a meal, a black fast food meal that was barely enough to get by, but it was better than going hungry.
Whether to continue waiting for the train or walk to the college became the most important question.
I don’t know when the train will arrive, so I might have to wait a long time, but if I walk, it might take even longer.
He came up with an idea and regretted spending all his money on a meal. He should have contacted the college first. Now he had no money to call a public phone.
It must be because he stayed in Nibelungen for too long and was in a chaotic state for too long, which caused his mind to not be as sharp as before.
So he started begging again, just asking for money and a phone.
After some wandering and busying around, he successfully borrowed a phone from a lady.
He pretended to be a tourist and had been robbed and was penniless. It was believable, after all, he spoke with a standard New York accent and had classy conversation.
He called the principal of Angers, but no one answered. He then called Flamel, but the same thing happened.
Seeing that the lady was getting impatient, he could only call the college's internal phone number.
Anyone might not answer, but Norma would definitely be there.
The man felt more at ease when he heard the gentle female voice.
He didn't want to say it too obviously in front of the lady who borrowed his phone, so he just said: Chu Tianjiao is in Chicago, please tell Principal Angers that I'm waiting for him at the Chicago train station.