Chapter 259: Color

"That's enough, let's call it a day."

As twilight began to fall, Ji Jue washed his hands at the faucet, wiped away the dust, and nodded, saying: "Many thanks for the guidance, Master Yan. I've pretty much grasped more than half of it."

Grasped? More than half?

Do you even hear the nonsense coming out of your mouth? Yan Jian nodded along, feeling listless and too lazy to even play along.

If you say so, then so be it.

If you say it works, then it works.

"I've also roughly understood the specific situation."

Ji Jue turned his head to look at him: "It hasn't been easy for you, Master Yan, holding things down alone all these years. Forcing you to stay isn't right. If you want to leave, I won't stop you, and I will help you secure the maximum compensation."

The box had never been opened from start to finish.

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"To be fair, indeed."

"To tell you the truth, I have had grand ambitions since I was young, and I have always been unable to stand those mediocre, reckless scoundrels."

Completely speechless.

Yin Zhaoyang was stunned for a moment, not even having time to react, when he heard a loud bang.

Ji Jue nodded decisively, staring straight at him: "You were the one who came to my house to joke around first, weren't you?"

Instinctively wanting to be happy, yet not knowing whether it should be for the long-desired freedom and compensation, or for the restoration of production he had long since given up on.

"Excuse me, it seems we haven't met?" he asked, "Your surname?"

"Mr. Ji isn't joking, are you?"

"Isis, life is very precious!"

"The Federation is in decline, the President is causing trouble, the country is in chaos, and the four directions are in turmoil, to the point where beasts are eating the salaries in the temples, and rotten wood serves as officials in the halls.

Ji Jue smiled slightly: "After all, restoring production is not easy. With you here, my confidence has increased quite a bit."

Yin Zhaoyang's expression remained the same, without any displeasure.

And it looked like it was the same model...

"Hello? Old Yan?" A familiar voice came from the phone: "I called you many times this afternoon, why didn't you pick up?"

"I heard the factory is going to resume production? How is the situation?"

"Who's to say it isn't?"

After packing up and grabbing a bite to eat at home, he was already rubbing his little hands, looking forward to the stars and the moon. However, before the fuel was delivered to his door, he heard the sound of knocking at the door.

He only felt like he had heard a joke.

Yin Zhaoyang's figure paused on the steps, looked back at him, nodded, and left.

In a daze, Yan Jian suddenly didn't even have time to be overjoyed. He looked at him blankly, as if he hadn't understood, only feeling that suddenly, his mind was empty.

Just now, at the familiar fried rice noodle stall, his phone rang.

Ji Jue sighed and tapped the box he had placed on the table: "Why put on a show, Mr. Yin? You don't want to make friends; you're just here to dismiss a stinking beggar."

Yin Zhaoyang's expression changed slightly, and he shook his head gently, as if helpless: "I wanted to make a friend, why must Mr. Ji be like this?"

"No merit, no reward, forget it."

Under the same night sky, with the same fried rice noodles, the only difference was that Ji Jue added an egg.

"Alas, one is in the Jianghu, and one cannot help oneself."

In the end, he used all his strength to pull his hand out of Ji Jue's grip.

"Nowadays, a person as incompetent as Xu Chaoxian can actually become the Viceroy. To tell you the truth, I have never seen such a shameless person!"

"Should I clean it up?"

Speaking of this, Ji Jue held the visitor's hands and said earnestly: "Since Mr. Yin has the heart to help me, why not raise your arms and shout? There will surely be many responders. At that time, we will all work together on the grand plan, storm the Viceroy's Mansion, and cut off Xu Chaoxian's dog head. By then, you will be the Grand Viceroy, and I will be the Second Viceroy..."

"As things stand, in my opinion—the trouble in Yacheng is not in the Wilderness Market, not in the Long Jihui, but in the Viceroy's Mansion!"

But before he could react, a note with a phone number written on it was stuffed into his hand.

"Hmm? Let me see, oh, silent mode, I forgot."

Outside the door, the man with meticulous clothes, tie, hair, and buttons held a box in his hand and showed him a warm and enthusiastic smile.

"Then run early." The friend sighed: "Do you need me to introduce you to a home?"

Trying hard to calm his mood.

"Of course, if you can stay, that would be even better."

He paused for a moment and sighed: "Since Mr. Yin is open and aboveboard, I actually don't need to hide anything. In this matter, I actually have no other choice."

The young man nodded to say goodbye and turned to leave.

"Forgive my presumptuous visit, it really is a disturbance."

Ji Jue laughed.

These years, he had eaten too many empty promises.

However, I'm afraid I don't need to say much, you should also understand how many troubles are in the mess on the coast. A moment of carelessness, and you might even burn yourself.

Yin Zhaoyang pondered for a moment. Although he had already thought about it along the way and prepared a draft, at this moment, he inexplicably remembered Ji Jue's appearance.

"My meaning is, anyway, it's nothing important, just let them watch. If they don't know what's good for them, in a while, there will naturally be a dump truck to bring down justice, and that won't be our business."

Yan Jian shook his head, exchanged a few pleasantries, hung up the phone, raised his hand, and beckoned to the old man frying noodles: "Boss, another bottle of beer, iced."

In the noisy night market stall, not far away, children were screaming and running around, and several shirtless workers behind were shouting and drinking.

"Friendship always requires interaction, after all."

Under the dim yellow light, small insects were flying around the light bulb.

As he ate, he lowered his head and began to cry.

"Please return, Mr. Yin."

"Whether to see or not does not depend on me."

Ji Jue laughed.

When he finally came back to his senses and looked down at the note in his hand, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, yet he couldn't tell what he was laughing at.

It didn't take long for the message to be sent back: 【A broker, also considered to have wide connections, not shallow, the main financier should be the Echo of the Universe. Have they already come to your door?】

The speed is damn fast.

And, an emoji, a landscape plant with facial features pasted on it, staring at Ji Jue outside the screen: 【You, give me overtime immediately!】 "You are the Chief Artisan of this session of the Association, transcendent, with a bright future. In fact, there is no need to waste time in this mud pond, why not withdraw early?"

He is afraid now when he sees it.

Unfortunately, what replied to him was a payment code.

"Please do not dislike it."

From the beginning, it contained vigilance.

"May I ask, what is the purpose of your visit?"

Only Yan Jian was left standing in place, in the long silence, the sound of insects in the grass was fine and broken.

"Okay, you keep watching."

【The speed is flying, it is recommended that the City Hall learn from their efficiency, specifically referring to Xu Chaoxian here.】

Silence arrived.

Never heard of it, but, it was somewhat expected.

Ji Jue had no interest at all in what was inside.

【Words are useless, give me something, give me something!】 Ji Jue habitually started begging.

Ji Jue sighed, really not wanting to go through the motions on such trivial matters: "Forget the gift, Mr. Yin, we didn't have any friendship to speak of in the first place. If there is nothing else, please return."

"Of course."

"If you are unwilling, I naturally cannot force you, but I am waiting for your call at any time." He picked up the box, stood up to say goodbye, "There will be plenty of time in the future, let's see each other's hearts over time."

"... How so?" In slight astonishment, Yin Zhaoyang's smile remained unchanged, becoming even more enthusiastic: "Although I am humble and have little influence, I am best at solving problems for friends. Can you tell me a little bit?"

"Alright."

Ji Jue sighed, put away the business card, and asked solemnly:

"My humble surname is Yin, Yin Zhaoyang."

After leaving Ji Jue's house, Yin Zhaoyang carried the box, walked two blocks, and then returned to his car, in the blind spot of the camera.

Disappeared into the night.

"Friend? Who wants to make friends? Is it really you, Mr. Yin?"

"Wait until we run before talking."

"But I can't see where the friend is."

Nowadays, I don't know how many people are watching the movement here. Getting involved is inevitably embarrassing. No matter what, it's not a good choice.

Another box.

Ji Jue nodded, unscrewed the bottled water and took a few gulps, unable to hide his agreement: "What you said makes sense. To tell you the truth, I don't want to get involved in these troubles either."

The visitor reached out enthusiastically: "Hello, Mr. Ji."

Bang! Ji Jue patted the table and stood up, unable to hide his anger.

"Sorry, the business card hasn't been printed yet. Master Yan, you can call me anytime after you've considered it."

【Who is this?】

Full of regret.

Ji Jue returned to the living room, took out his phone, took a picture of the business card on the table, and sent it to Tong Shan.

Ji Jue sent him to the door and smiled to say goodbye: "It's just that some things are easy to see, but I'm afraid they are not easy to accept."

"Sir, street surveillance anomaly alert." Isis's voice sounded: "There are two cars, the people inside have been watching us since the afternoon, and they seem to be carrying weapons."

Ji Jue's eyebrows raised slightly, puzzled.

Ji Jue laughed at himself and sighed: "After so many years of wasted time, I finally made a name for myself, and I wanted to do something, to seek some benefits for Yacheng, but I didn't expect to hit a wall and break my head."

"Hi, a second-generation ancestor came to the factory to wander around, thinking of one thing after another." Yan Jian shook his head, "I think there will be suffering in the future. Anyway, I plan to run."

Thought too much.

The news hasn't been released yet, why have people already smelled it and come up? Either the City Hall is like a sieve.

"Normal."

【...】

After sitting down in the living room, Yin Zhaoyang didn't dawdle. He put the box on the table and said politely and respectfully: "I heard that after Mr. Ji was promoted to the position of artisan, he took over the Coastal Group. I have prepared a small gift as a congratulation.

Ji Jue pushed the box back and told him: "I am not your friend."

Ji Jue reached out, shook hands with him for the last time, and told him: "I will come again tomorrow."

The bodyguard and assistant, who was leaning against the car smoking, reached out and pressed a hand onto his shoulder. A flash of blue light flickered and vanished, and soon, he withdrew his hand: "Nothing wrong."

Can good things happen to oneself? He shook his head and rode his little electric scooter to eat.

The voice on the other end of the phone asked: "What is the result?"

Pulling back and forth so much, I can't see any sincerity, even the smile has the meaning of waiting for a price.

"Please speak human language."

Yin Zhaoyang returned to the car, picked up the phone he left behind, dialed the number, and after four rings, the communication was connected: "Mr. Shang, I have already met him."

Yin Zhaoyang still smiled, handing over a very exquisite business card with both hands. On the subtle and restrained business card, only the name and contact information were written, as well as the name of an import and export company.

Yin Zhaoyang's expression twitched, almost unable to maintain his composure.

Yan Jian looked down at the screen, holding the noodles and eating one bite after another: "Why are you suddenly interested in contacting me?"

He asked curiously: "From the beginning to now, you keep telling me how honest you are, but you don't even dare to say a name. Who do you represent? And some people don't even show their faces, they find someone to run to my house, carrying gifts, and tell me they want to make friends.

Isis was silent for a moment and sighed: "Humans are really hypocritical."

Yan Jian sipped the beer in the plastic cup and finished the fried rice noodles on the plate bite by bite.

Signaling him to scan however much he wants.

Tong Shan pretended not to see the second half of the sentence, and replied after a long time: 【His and Echo's criminal records are not clean, the visitor is not kind, pay attention to safety.】

Yin Zhaoyang's smile was still full of enthusiasm, persistently not taking back the gift: "My intention, I believe you already understand, there is really nothing to hide."

That pair of dark eyes that seemed to have embers burning...

"Different from before, and different from what I thought."

He said, "I'm afraid it's not easy to dismiss."

The voice on the other end was unmoved, just telling him: "Then, give him a little color to see."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 260 =====