Chapter 781: Life is Hard

"An, you don't need to give anything; as long as you agree, my share will all be yours."

"My life, too, is yours!" When Lao Weiya said this, his face was full of smiles, as if he didn't care at all.

"Lao Weiya, are you crazy?"

Siweike spoke up immediately, and the others also wore expressions of disapproval; even the infatuated Mifeilin sat up straight at this moment.

An Yinan smiled, "What would I want your life for?"

"I'll consider it." It must be said that Lao Weiya had truly given her a difficult problem, and what with his annual share, some investment amounts, the islands and their acreage he occupied, as well as financial stocks and real estate—in short, looking at this huge sum of money falling from the sky, it was hard for her to just give it up.

But accepting it wasn't easy either!

She had to consider the relationship between the Base and Huaxia, consider whether she would be used by those with ulterior motives, and also think about the future development of the Base and the things she would face later on.

There aren't many people at the Base, and the main people in charge are the Eight Devil Instructors, but Leite is already dead.

Now there are only seven people left.

"Fine, three days from now, when I send you all out, I hope you can give me an answer." Lao Weiya stood up, not pressing her step by step; he had already given everything he could give.

He had given enough sincerity, without any concealment or cover-up.

What is needed now is her thoughts, and Heaven's will!

"Okay." An Yinan agreed, still wearing her training uniform.

"Here, these are clothes I prepared, they're all new, the tags haven't been removed." Mifeilin hurried from the side, carrying out many shopping bags.

That proud and pampered look made An Yinan want to laugh.

After such a long time of contact, she had already met many people at the Base and had gained some understanding of them.

It must be said that the few people she had come into contact with were all very real people; they had their own goals, their own weaknesses, they never hid them, and they lived, for the most part, for themselves.

"Then... thank you."

An Yinan reached out and took them, not refusing.

Mifeilin smiled even more beautifully, her eyes curving into crescents.

Returning to the dormitory area, Chen Xun and Zhang Qian were waiting outside; seeing her return with bags in both hands, they were a bit surprised—had she gone to discuss business, or to go shopping?

"What's wrong?" Chen Xun first looked her up and down, confirming she wasn't injured, and only then did he set down the heart he had been holding in his throat.

An Yinan pointed to her room, "Let's talk inside."

Although this courtyard only housed the Huaxia team, the space wasn't enclosed, and no one knew if there might be walls with ears.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Qian looked at An Yinan's mysterious expression, his curiosity becoming even harder to suppress.

An Yinan put the things away first, then thought for a moment, wanting to organize her words, but no matter how she organized them, there seemed to be some problems.

"Lao Weiya just came to me and asked me to take over the Base." As soon as her words came out, the room fell into silence.

Chen Xun narrowed his eyes, thinking of how Lao Weiya had treated Nan Nan differently from others before; so that was the reason.

As for Zhang Qian, he was just astonished, "What? Take over the Base?"

"Which base?" After that, feeling it wasn't right, he asked back.

An Yinan smiled helplessly, "Which other base could it be? The Gun King Special Training Base."

The struggle in her heart had finally died just like that...

The Gun King Special Training Base, a place that people internationally turned pale at the mention of, and Lao Weiya actually wanted to give it to Nan Nan?

"I made it clear that I won't withdraw from Huaxia, but Lao Weiya said that whether it becomes an affiliation, a subsidiary, or a cooperative relationship in the future, it's all up to me to decide."

"All of his shares are being handed over to me."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to understand a bit more herself; although she had guesses in her heart, there was still a big difference between guesses and reality happening!

"Then what do you think?" Chen Xun didn't care what the Base thought; he cared more about what his wife thought.

An Yinan lay directly on the bed, her hair spread out on the white bedsheets, carrying a bit of struggle and confusion.

"I want it, but I don't dare to take it."

Finally, she spoke in a muffled voice, her face showing some struggle and entanglement.

"If you want it, then take it!" Chen Xun said firmly.

Zhang Qian also nodded, "Partner, when one's personal ability is strong to a certain degree, all public opinion is just passing clouds; it might not be a bad thing."

When they left, the conflicts among the higher-ups had already reached a white-hot stage; in the past half year, who knew what the situation was like back home now.

However...

If Nan Nan had the Gun King Special Training Base, that would be a huge protection for her; anyone who wanted to move against her would have to think about the power behind her.

For example, the things that forced her before would never happen again!

When a person has power and ability, all small tricks can be ignored.

"Sigh! Life is hard." An Yinan turned over and lay flat on the bed.

Just when Chen Xun and Zhang Qian both thought she hadn't figured it out, a sound of even breathing actually came from the bed; the person who had been full of entanglement just a moment ago was now fast asleep, and even if there were any movement, it couldn't disturb her sleep.

"Alright, you stay with her, I'm going back to sleep too. This past half year, I feel like I've aged ten years; I wonder if I'll still be able to find a wife!" Zhang Qian yawned while walking out of An Yinan's room.

Chen Xun took off his wife's outer garment, and seeing the bruises on her body, he gently applied medicine for her before covering her with the quilt.

He leaned against the edge of the bed and closed his eyes as well.

Half a year is not long, nor is it short, but when every day is a struggle between life and death, one feels that every day is long.