Abnormal Doomsday Records

Chapter 115. The mean old man knows everything, but he just watches you guys do evil things
While Zhou Ke and his companions were playing the game of "hide and seek" underground in the Panis Ecological Park, a very exciting scene took place at the night banquet on the surface.

The banquet, which was originally full of joy and happiness, was halfway through when little Acholi, who was chatting leisurely with the heads of the consortium's board of directors, was visited by an "uninvited guest".

The owner of the eco-park and the current helmsman of the Panis Group, old Fender Panis, forced himself to join the conversation between the "big shots" with a servant pushing his wheelchair. And old Panis, whose son had just died, was obviously here with bad intentions.

He wasn't even in the mood to keep up the pretense of friendliness.

The fire burning in those withered eyes almost wrote the meaning of "I'm going to kill you" on his face.

Seeing the sinister old Fend appear in front of him, little Acholi knew that he had been blamed for everything. No matter how he explained, this grief-stricken guy would not believe that his son's death had nothing to do with him.

If that's the case, then why give an explanation that lowers your own status?

"Gentlemen and ladies, the conversation that is about to take place may not be very respectable."

Little Acholi, who was sitting on a chair, put the wine glass in his hand aside and said to the heads of the major families around him with a smile:

"Do you want to stay and enjoy this not-so-exciting quarrel, or leave now to avoid losing face?"

"Well, I'm old now, so I won't play with you young people anymore."

The third master in white stood up first and said in a cold tone:

"It's a tragedy that someone just lost his son, but unfortunately, he was blind and deaf before his son died. This is what happens when you do too many bad things, and it's obviously harmful to your health.

It's a rare opportunity to come to a place with beautiful scenery, and I'm quite itching to go out and have some fun.

I'm going fishing, guys. You guys continue."

After saying that, the oldest elder among the helmsmen turned and left. His attitude was a bit rude but no one around him cared. On the one hand, Mr. Weng had had this bad temper for decades and everyone was used to it.

On the other hand, being older has its own privileges.

Especially since Master Weng was old enough to leave the surface world and enjoy life in the Garden of Eden, but he still had to work hard to support the family business.

Seeing how hard the old man worked, even little Acholi couldn't ask him to do more.

"unlucky!"

Ms. Oufu, who was dressed quite young and energetic today, stood up second. She did not hide her disgust for old Fend and raised her glass to the others:

"I was planning to chat with you guys today, but the bad luck of being half buried in the ground is too unlucky for me. As you know, my lover is still in the hospital, and I don't want to bring bad luck to him.

So, that’s all for today.

I will come to your house in person to apologize some other day, please forgive me."

The other helmsmen smiled and waved their hands to indicate that there was no need to be so polite.

Everyone knows what your husband's situation is. Who would dare to mess with you, the black widow who sends people to kill your entire family at the slightest disagreement?

After these two left, no one stood up.

It is obvious that the directors of the consortium are all bored.

They were quite hoping to see old Finder make a fool of himself today, and it would be best if he could fight with the young and strong Acholi on the spot, so as to make the increasingly boring days in this bad land a little more interesting.

But how to say it?

Just by looking at old Finder sitting in the wheelchair with a resentful look on his face, these bigwigs with their own minds seemed to have seen the decline and precariousness of the Panis Group.

But who can be blamed for this?
If you do something wrong, you must bear the consequences!
If you can still hold on, it's because of the hard work of Master Weng San today. If you can't hold on, well, this evil land is not big, but there are many ambitious people who are trying their best to squeeze into this circle.

"Your Excellency the Archon"

As the wheelchair approached, old Fender stared at little Acholi and said in a stiff tone:

"Welcome to the Panis Group's property. I'm sick, so I can only come to welcome you in this embarrassing manner, but I have something I want to ask."

"I sent someone to kill him!"

Little Acholi was too lazy to play along with him.

He shrugged, interrupted old Fender's questioning, and said in a light but clear tone:

"I was right, and you heard me right. Your son's soul going to hell is my order. Do you know why?"

The young man from heaven smiled, and unbuttoned the first button of his collar as the bigwigs stared in astonishment. He said:

"This is what happens to traitors!
I hope you have dug two pits in advance. I am not as cruel as you think, so your child will not go on the road alone. Lord Finder, Roger will return to the surface soon. Instead of wasting time with me here, you might as well go and hold his thighs tightly.

If you cry miserably enough at his feet, he might even save your life."

"you"

"What do you mean by 'I'? Have you been living in comfort for too long and have forgotten what era we are living in, Your Excellency?"

Little Acholi was on full blast at this moment, like a level 10 keyboard player troll of his age. He pointed his finger at old Finder rudely, and then slid his finger to include everyone around him.

他 说:

“The war has begun!

Maybe it has never ended. Please forgive me for not being able to make my words clear to you in the past seven years. So I would like to take this opportunity today to express my true feelings here.

It's either me or the flash!

Ladies and gentlemen, although no one likes multiple-choice questions, and although I don't like being so harsh, unfortunately, you can only choose one side.

But don’t worry.”

He stood up, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, threw the gorgeous glass into the trash can not far away, waved his hand and said:
"I won't let you make a decision right now. This isn't some stupid all-in gamble. I just want to remind you, based on our past pleasant cooperation, that you'd better stay away from me in the future to avoid getting your blood splashed all over you."

As Weng Meiyu's eyes sparkled with admiration, little Acholi walked past old Finder's wheelchair. The old man was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, but this was not the end.

Little Acholi bent down, reached out to help him put his hands, which were shaking with anger, back to his waist, and whispered in his ear:
"Monito, I send my regards to you, old coffin board that killed your family for something ridiculous. Please remember to pick a suitable coffin for you!"

After saying this, little Acholi, who probably spoke so vulgarly for the first time in his life, strode away with a smile, savoring the novel experience of "speaking dirty words in front of people".

Behind him, amid the screams of the servants, the blood spurted out by old Finder stained most of the table, causing a group of powerful people to stand up and dodge with disgust on their faces.

Oh, if I had known it was so disgusting, I would have gone fishing with Master Weng.

Ms. Oufu is right.

This old bastard is so damn unlucky!

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"Don't be afraid, girl. I just asked you to come over to chat for a few minutes."

On the fishing platform near the artificial lake at the edge of the banquet area, Mr. Weng, who had already cast a rod, said gently to Qiao Ya, who was standing beside him with a vigilant look on her face:
"Put down the fruit knife in your arms. Good children shouldn't play with this."

"Is this how the head of a group 'invites' people? It really opens my eyes."

Qiao Ya looked at the expressionless female bodyguard standing next to her with great dissatisfaction, and then glanced at Mu Fang who was being "guarded" by two female bodyguards in the distance.

She gritted her teeth and said to the old man fishing in front of her:
"This is a matter between us. It has nothing to do with Xiaofang! Let her leave first!"

"He is very loyal, like a Badlands man."

Mr. Weng, who had very little hair on his head but insisted on combing his hair very well, glanced at the girl, shook his head and said:
"It's just that my brain isn't very useful. I haven't inherited any of Fen's cleverness. Why are you staring so wide-eyed? Do you really think that I'm blind and deaf and can't even recognize my own granddaughter?

I told you that I only invited you over to chat for a few minutes, and I have no ill intentions.

I want to help you cover up this secret that cannot be made public now before you ask around and reveal your identity to those "family members" with bad intentions.

Unless you want to go through the same thing as the boys of the Panis family again at such a young age, you have met Weng Mingyue, right?"

"I also know that it was you who sent someone to blow up his aircraft!"

Seeing that her identity was exposed, Qiao Ya simply stopped pretending. She stared at Master Weng and said:

"You are so mean, a perfect villain from a children's story."

"So, you think so too?"

The Third Master was not annoyed, but stared at the fishing rod in his hand and the float on the water. He said in a gentle tone:

"So all the words I said to you just now were in vain. As expected, I am good at judging people. You didn't inherit any of Fen's cleverness. Next time, use your brain before you speak. I will give you one more minute to think about it. Otherwise, I will ask you to go back!
It won’t be so easy to meet again later.

Things at home are a mess. I'm an old man who's fed up with it every day. It's rare to have a day of peace. You, little girl, better make me happy.

If I get angry, many people will have sleepless nights. "

Qiao Ya was a girl who had studied with Zhou Ke for a period of time. She quickly understood the deep meaning behind Mr. Weng's words, so she said in a low voice with a hint of suspicion:
"You mean, Weng Mingyue's crime wasn't yours? Just like what happened to Moni, someone else in the Weng family deliberately framed you? But why didn't you explain? Weng Mingyue was soft-hearted, so he didn't plan to pursue the matter.

He had no interest in the position of the head of the family, but Weng Meiyu hated you so much that her teeth itched. "I can only give you three points for the level of this question. I gave you one more point because you have lived a hard life since childhood and no one taught you. "

Master Weng shook his head and said:
"Have you ever kept fish, girl?"

"I grew up in the Badlands."

Qiao Ya replied with a straight face.

This answer made the Third Master burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that he fell backwards, and sighed, saying:

"Okay, okay, there's not even a river in that damn place. You must have never raised fish or even seen a fish, so naturally you don't understand the fun of fishing. How pitiful.

But I, your grandpa, will teach you something today.

You see, raising fish is a science. For example, when you change their tanks, you cannot just change the water. The delicate fish will not be able to adapt and will get sick or even die. For another example, when moving them over long distances, the fish will always have problems of one kind or another. If you want to keep them active, you have to throw in a few catfish or loaches.

Not for eating.

Just stir them up a bit to give them something to do so they don’t rot in stagnant water.”

"So, you are the one fishing, and Weng Meiyu is the catfish?"

Qiao Ya said tentatively:
"You deliberately didn't explain and let Weng Meiyu make a fuss outside, just to prevent the Weng family from being split by internal strife? Has the situation gotten so bad?"

"Alas, I can only give you five points for this answer. I deducted one point because you are always focusing on the wrong thing."

The Third Master seemed to have lost interest in playing witty tricks. He said with a hint of dissatisfaction:
"The Weng family is only a shell left, girl. If someone who can't even see this fact makes a fuss, it's just ugly people making trouble. It's like a fish tank with stagnant water. If you can't find someone who can raise fish, the fish tank will become stinky.

I don't dare to brag about myself, but I can barely be considered a fisherman.

As for Weng Meiyu, she was only 30% capable originally. If there was really no one else to use, I would not have allowed her to suffer for so many years over a trivial matter. But in the past two months, that stupid thing that was supposed to dig for food in the mud and sand seemed to have been suddenly enlightened by someone. Not only did she look like a koi, she also had the posture of leaping over the dragon gate.

She definitely didn’t suddenly come to her senses. As an old man who claims to be a fisherman, I must pay more attention to her. As a result, I saw a small fish fry full of spirit. "

The head of the Weng family turned around and looked at Qiao Ya with a smile.

The pair of somewhat cloudy eyes stared at her.

But Xiaoya could clearly feel that the Third Master's gaze passed over her, as if he was looking at the person behind her, and as if he saw the past in her, his eyes were full of nostalgia and loneliness.

"Fen is not my daughter, but I raised her as one. I have had many beautiful women in my life, but I lost interest in having children during the turbulent times before the collapse of the old civilization. I am about to go to hell, so why would I drag my children into it?"

The third master said softly:

"But watching Fen grow up day by day, I have never felt the loneliness of being childless. I have been fishing all my life, and among all the people I have seen, only Fen has the aura of a dragon! Guess what happened?

Just when she was about to jump over the dragon gate, she flicked her tail and jumped out of the pond, leaving her home and career behind and disappeared without a trace. I don't understand why she did this, but I still think that girl Fen has her reasons.

Because of Fen girl's incident, the Weng family was skinned and their backbone was also torn off. Now, looking at the glorious situation, it is just like a donkey falling down but its frame still standing.

As for me, I should have passed away a long time ago. I have managed to hold on like a skinless living dead until now. I can only hope to leave this fishing rod in my hand to the descendants who can take it. Weng Meiyu, who took the wrong path and wasted too much time, is far from it, but she has been my only choice in the past ten years.

But it’s different now.”

The helmsman smiled and said to Qiao Ya:
“I don’t know what promise Weng Meiyu made to you that made you so close to her, but what I’m about to tell you is going to lift up the tablecloth around you.

Listen up, girl!
The Weng family’s ticket to the Garden of Eden is gone!

It was because of the incident that happened to girl Fen back then. Only I, an old man, and a few people in charge of the consortium knew about this. It was a secret that could not be made public. This family should have been broken up at the beginning, but at the most critical moment, a noble person lent a hand and helped.

I don’t know why others helped me, and I dare not ask. I can only hold on like this until now. But I know that the favor was not for the Weng family, but was earned for us by Miss Fen.

This favor must be repaid.

Well, that's not quite accurate. It's more like an 'invitation'. If you want to get the invitation, you have to find it yourself.

But before you follow in Fen's footsteps, I have a request from you, grandpa. You might as well listen to it.

Girl, fight with Weng Meiyu who deceived you!

Let grandpa see what he couldn't see before he died, jump over the dragon gate for your mother, revive the family business or do what she couldn't finish. "

He smiled and placed the fishing rod in front of Qiao Ya, saying:
"This is a great treasure. It has been passed down to me for hundreds of years. Do you value it?"

"Whoever wants this broken fishing rod can take it!"

Qiao Ya was already furious at this point.

She stood up and said to Master Weng:
"I'm going to find Weng Meiyu right now to ask her about this! If this is true, I'll strangle that little bitch to death with my own hands!"

"Okay, that's good. Go ahead."

Master Weng waved his hands and said:

"Don't bother me while I'm fishing. Do you need some help?"

"No need, it's easier for our own people to use it."

Qiao Ya answered Master Weng San with the same words that Zhou Ke had answered Moni. She strode up to the two bodyguards, pulled out the frightened Mu Fang, and then strode towards the venue with her.

As she got closer, Qiao Shan and the drunk Amanda came over, and several girls dressed as maids carrying trays followed her.

This scene was seen by Mr. Weng, who claimed to be fishing but ended up spying with a telescope.

The old man was more and more pleased as he watched, and he kept saying:

"Good, good, good! He is not of the same type as Fen, but he is also different from ordinary people. He is bold, unrestrained, and ruthless. If he were a man, what would Weng Meiyu have to do with him? Good, good, good, I finally found someone who can become a useful person."

"Master, the fish ran away!"

The female bodyguard next to him whispered:
"Your fish is dragging the line away."

"nonsense!"

The Third Master blew his beard and glared and cursed:
"The fish has taken the bait, right? How can you say it ran away? Isn't that bad luck?"

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Weng Meiyu is still flattering little Acholi.

She wasn't trying to flatter him, it was mainly because little Acholi's action of making old Finder so angry that he vomited blood was so cool.

It was rare for her to see little Acholi act so bossy.

Just as the boss stood up with a smug look on his face to change his clothes, Weng Meiyu turned around and saw Qiao Ya, with a gloomy face, walking towards her with Qiao Shan.

When she saw Qiao Ya's expression, Weng Meiyu's heart skipped a beat and a bad premonition suddenly came to her mind.

"I want to ask you something."

Qiao Ya looked at her and said:
"Did you promise Zhou Ke before that you would give us the Weng family's tickets to the Garden of Eden after the matter was accomplished?"

"Yes."

Weng Meiyu replied without changing her expression:
"This is what we agreed upon in the agreement."

"Okay, tell me, is this true or false?"

Qiao Ya asked again:
"Answer this question carefully, Weng Meiyu. I remind you that at this moment, you can only choose one between interests and trust!"

Weng Meiyu narrowed her eyes, looked at Qiao Ya, and savored the question.

She lamented in her heart, knowing that she was exposed.

So I asked back:

"You went to see Master Weng? Do you know how scary that old man's mind is? I'm not implying that you were deceived. I'm just saying that compared to him, you are still a bit incompetent."

“You just need to answer true or false?”

Qiao Ya stared at her and refused to give in.

Weng Meiyu still wanted to delay time, but Qiao Ya lost her patience. She looked at Weng Meiyu with disappointment, took a step back and gestured.

Qiao Shan stepped forward helplessly and whispered:

"I'm sorry, Miss Meiyu."

"Ok?"

"boom"

(End of this chapter)