Volume 2 Cold Dew Chapter 49: Performing Arts
Walk all the way to the river.
The wind was cold and there were not many people by the river, so they sat down on a bench.
"I don't like him."
"who?"
"Zhuang Zekun, the first head of the Special Operations Department," Tang Butian paused, "His words were very vague, and seemed to have many layers of meaning. I couldn't understand it."
"He promised you?"
"seem."
"Then do you like me?" Jiang You looked at Tang Butian's profile.
"I understand what you are saying."
"There is always a difference between fine art and street performance," Jiang You took out a candy box, poured two candies and handed them to Tang Butian, "Fine art has a threshold, street performance also has a threshold, people will throw rotten eggs at you, you hit me with a sword, I'm really scared, what if you hit me into the hospital? "
Tang Butian threw the mint into his mouth.
"What do you mean by using me to break the situation?"
"You are young and capable, and you don't have many conflicts of interest. I'll give you a carrot and let you try. If you win, he gets a good harvest and you get the shriveled carrot. If you lose, you are young and ignorant anyway, so go back and lock him up for a few years to educate him properly." Jiang You put his hands in his pockets and saw an expression of enlightenment on Tang Butian's face.
He stressed: "I am just guessing, don't take street literature seriously."
"But I think so."
"You're not at a disadvantage either ."
"Yes."
"The wind is giving me a headache," Jiang You stood up, "There's a nice bar nearby, let's go sit in there for a while."
"good."
After walking along the river for more than fifty meters, they turned into the bar street diagonally opposite the Cultural Street.
The name of the bar is Zebra Time.
The decoration is mainly black and white.
It was just after 8 o'clock and there were few people in the store.
I found a seat in a corner and ordered two glasses of rouge and plum pickled tomatoes.
Pink|tender and sweet.
In the dim light, Tang Butian looked a little depressed.
"How's your preparation for level 4 going?"
"I can't get through."
"You've only studied for a few months. You can take the exam next year."
“Is it difficult to work in a charity?”
"It's difficult and tiring," Jiang You took a sip of wine. "It requires 100% concentration. I deal with a lot of people every day. When I sleep, my dreams are all about what happened during the day. I have to recall the words I said over and over again, as well as my tone and expression. I do a lot of things, and it seems that each one is very important and I have to go all out. But it also seems that these things have no meaning at all. The meaning of eating and sleeping has become just to maintain survival. It's tiring."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, I used to be very hardworking," Jiang You suddenly smiled, "I wasn't the one who complained about the hardship back then."
Tang Butian ate a pickled cherry tomato, and her lips were stained red.
"So, boss, please don't let me use my brain anymore, okay?" Jiang You propped up his chin with his right hand. "Now when I think about things, my head hurts. I have almost no information, and no one I can use. If I rely on experience to guess, I will probably ignore the most important clues. Well, this is also a matter of experience..."
"No." Tang Butian refused cleanly.
"Superiors exploit their subordinates. It's true everywhere."
Tang Butian ate half a plate of cherry tomatoes. She asked, "Is it okay to just go around randomly?"
"What else can you do? Besides fighting, what else can you do?"
"I know what to do," Jiang You saw Tang Butian drink up the rest of the wine in the glass in one gulp. Then she stood up, the light floating in her eyes, "beat him until he submits."
"You're not drunk, are you?"
"No."
“We are now in a society ruled by law.”
"They can just take action first, and you can use your brain less."
"It seems that he is not drunk," Jiang You said sincerely, "Thank you very much for thinking about me."
