When I came home on a sunny day, I saw Wuyun eating chocolate cake.
"This half is for you." Wu Yun seemed to be startled by the arrival of the sunny day, and reluctantly shared half of the cake.
In Wu Yun's mind, raising a child means giving half of the food he gets to the other party. Of course, "stealing" is another matter.
Sunny Tian has no interest in this kind of sweets, and he doesn't understand why Wu Yun likes such sweet and greasy things so much? It's just that after seeing the chocolate cake, the man's previous words couldn't help appearing in his mind.
What is "Mr. Gift?"
Although he is indeed a gift, now that Wu Yun has said that he will support him, then he is not just a "gift". Besides, he had a name now, too.
On the one hand, Qingtian felt that her thoughts seemed a little too aggressive, after all, she was indeed a gift, and there was nothing wrong with it, but on the other hand, she was aroused with deep inferiority complex.
Yes, inferiority complex.
In this city, force is the capital for survival.
To Wu Yun, he is just a pure drag. Even if Wu Yun said that he wanted to love him as the book said. But for the current self, not to mention loving others, even self-protection is a problem.
"Wu Yun, how did this cake appear?" Qing Tian asked curiously.
"Put it at the door." Wu Yun replied concisely, "It's not poisonous, it can be eaten."
... Do you judge whether a thing can be eaten by looking at whether it is poisonous or not
After chatting with Wu Yun like this, the entanglements in Qing Tian's heart disappeared immediately.
Maybe he thinks too much, maybe things are very simple.
It is obvious that Wu Yun is older and he is still a child, but in daily life, he seems to be the one who worries more.
Sometimes, sunny days really envy Wu Yun's mentality of not worrying about anything and thinking too much. Perhaps people with this mentality can live as freely as dark clouds.
"When I came back, I saw your master." Qing Tian still said, "This cake should be given to you by him, and he asked me to say hello to you instead of her."
"Oh." Wu Yun responded casually.
"I heard his subordinates call him Earl, what kind of nickname is that?" Qingtian asked outrightly, "Wu Yun, do you know who he is?"
"Count, bounty hunter, arms dealer..." Wu Yun spit out six or seven identities in one breath, "I don't know which one is real and which one is fake."
"Don't you care?" Qingtian asked cautiously, "You lived with him before, and your relationship is also..."
Sunny still remembers how he got here.
"Do you care?" Wu Yun turned his head to look at Qing Tian, "If you feel bad, I can sever relations with him."
Wu Yun's eyes told Qing Tian that he was serious.
Very serious.
For Wu Yun, is this a relationship that can be easily broken
Qing Tian was stunned for a moment, "No, I didn't say that either."
"Oh, then keep it as it is." Wu Yun stared down at the half piece of chocolate cake, "Aren't you going to eat it?"
"you eat."
"it is good."
"Actually, I don't understand him..." Wu Yun seemed to say such a sentence suddenly, but Qing Tian was still immersed in his own thoughts and couldn't hear it clearly.
"Wu Yun, what did you just say?"
“Cakes are delicious.”
Forehead…
"Eat it, I won't fight with you." Qingtian couldn't laugh or cry, did he just hallucinate? But maybe Wu Yun didn't really care as much as he showed.
If there is a door in everyone's heart, then Wu Yun's heart is placed in a maze.
At night, just after running ten laps around the garbage dump on a sunny day, the dark clouds began to dress up and were ready to go out.
"Wu Yun, do you want to go out?" Qing Tian stopped panting, "What happened?"
"The priest wants to make a deal today, and I'm going to protect him." Wu Yun said casually, "You wait at home, I will be back before the sun rises."
"That, that..." Qing Tian wanted to reach out to grab the hem of Wu Yun's clothes, but withdrew his hand halfway, "Can I go with you?"
Wu Yun frowned slightly, "You can't go."
Sunny is a bit depressing.
"I can't protect you after you go." Wu Yun racked his brains and added, "I want to protect my employer first."
One person cannot protect two people at the same time.
"No, I'm just joking, Wu Yun, go." Qing Tian laughed, "If you come back late, tomorrow's chocolate will be mine."
Wu Yun's face froze.
"No chocolate."
He is still dead duck mouth stiff.
"Yeah, if you say you don't have it, then you don't have it." Qing Tian didn't bother to expose him, and waved his hand, "Come back early."
Wu Yun pursed his lips and nodded slightly.
In fact, priests are not priests, and they never do prayers or anything like that. He just claimed to be a Christian, and hung a pure diamond cross around his neck, so everyone jokingly called him "Father".
However, the name gradually spread, and finally the priest himself recognized it.
He is a top arms dealer who controls the circulation of the arms market in the entire Sasim City, and has transactions with countless underground parties and gangs in various countries. He is a "priest", and he is worthy of the name.
Generally speaking, it is not up to the priest to come forward for ordinary arms transactions, and naturally there is no need for Wu Yun's personal protection.
But this time seems to be an exception.
This time, there were three groups of people who came to trade with the priest. One of them was the rebel army on the battlefield in the Middle East. Their methods are barbaric and reckless, and only those who also came from the battlefield in the Middle East can understand their thinking.
That's why Wu Yun was called here.
After all, it can be regarded as a meeting of comrades-in-arms.
The priest was a white man of about forty years old.
He looks a little chubby, and it is said that he once participated in the McDonald's Grandfather COS competition and won the third place in the regional competition, and he talked about it. He even said that if he was ten years older, he would be able to properly win the regional championship and participate in the international character imitation competition.
This hobby is full of slots everywhere, but I don't know where to start complaining.
The food he entertains guests is naturally burgers and fried chicken.
This is not because of any other reason, purely because of cheap.
The mission of the priest is "don't let others earn a penny more from his own pocket". With this idea, he has lived in this city of Sasim for twenty years.
In his own words, "Here is the safest residence with the best bodyguards in the world, but the price is the lowest. This is the most cost-effective place in the world, so I stay here."
When Chen Yong came down with his hands, he saw the other two groups of people were already sitting on their seats, eating hamburgers angrily.
Especially the group of people in the Middle East, their faces are particularly ugly.
"I don't need it." Chen Yong is already very familiar with the priest's routine. He has eaten this burger at least twenty or thirty times, and he doesn't want to smell it anymore.
"It's better to be an old friend, and you saved me another ten dollars." The priest opened his arms and hugged Chen Yong.
"It would be best if you don't raise the price. I'm very interested in the new anti-tank missile." Chen Yong said with a smile.
"Haha, why don't I give you a few more hamburgers, free of charge, and no tip." The priest deftly changed the topic, "The countries in the oil regions seem to be going to war again recently, and the supply of equipment is in short supply. If you don't For regular customers, just making an appointment is waiting half a year later."
The priest did not hesitate to reveal the secret enough to sell for a big price. Of course, it was because everyone who came here knew this, so he could be more relaxed.
It's better to do business with the well-informed than with the fools.
"Mr. Priest, just prepare all the goods on the order I sent before." Chen Yong took out a small box, "This is the agreed deposit. When all the goods are shipped to the place where they should go, I will continue to send someone to send you the rest of the money."
The priest raised his eyes slightly, and the men next to him slowly opened the box after checking the safety of the box.
Several guests from the Middle East couldn't help casting their eyes over.
Inside the box was a huge gemstone.
The quantity of this ammunition is quite large, even if it is settled in gold, it is quite a heavy amount. But it is much more convenient to settle with such a gemstone.
"The final treasure of the Paris auction, 'Angel's Kiss', was auctioned for 18 million dollars. I didn't expect to see it so soon." A short businessman beside him blurted out.
"You are a customer who knows goods." Chen Yong smiled and praised, and handed out a pure gold business card from his breast pocket, "This is my business card, and I am a general merchandise merchant. Sometimes besides being an arms dealer, Occasionally, I will also sell some other things. Gemstones, beauties, or castle antiques, you can find everything, if you bring your business card, I will give you a 10% discount."
"You are still the same, and you have stolen a lot of clients from me. It is a shame that I didn't charge your agency fee." The priest smirked.
"Where." Chen Yong gave a gentle courtesy, "Mr. Priest, you have a lot of adults, and I'm just doing a small business, so customers are very important."
"As long as your money arrives in the account, nothing else matters. You are really well informed. It's admirable that you placed such a huge order the day before I raised the price." The priest's expression was not as expected. Well, on the contrary, because of the time difference of the day, he at least made less money for such a gem!
But credit is the passport of an arms dealer.
News and time are also part of strength. He can't vent his anger on others, but secretly hates that his news is not well-informed.
"Mr. Priest is not like me. He still needs to go to the battlefield in person." Chen Yong said with a smile, "I earn money from hard work, how can I compare with you?"
The priest chuckled twice, and didn't want to talk to him any more.
"Where is the product we want?" When Chen Yong finished his business and was drinking tea, the businessmen in the Middle East immediately started their own negotiations.
While blowing on the cup of hot tea, Chen Yong looked at these "businessmen" who had obviously just retired from the battlefield, just thinking it was interesting.
Well, in that case, he should be able to see the dark clouds.
None of these war lunatics can be judged by common sense. Planting any kind of body bomb is a common thing, whether it is a child or a woman, as long as they relax a little, they will become the gods of death who harvest their own lives.
Faced with such customers, naturally no one can take it lightly.
But for arms dealers, the important thing is not whether they can win this war, but whether their own weapons and transportation channels can open up in the local area after the war is over. Once the channels are stabilized, the local oil and resources will become a unique treasure.
Even the number one big country will covet their country's oil, let alone these businessmen
As long as there is a 50% profit, it is enough for businessmen to take risks and die.
Chen Yong put the teacup aside, rested his chin with one hand, secretly counting when the dark clouds will come? According to him, these madmen in the Middle East will probably collapse within five minutes of talking.
Thinking about it carefully, Wu Yun was also picked up by him on the battlefield.
A small one that can't speak.
There are wounds all over his body, but he can look at the perpetrator without blinking his eyelids. He is clearly a victim, but he seems to be a puppet that can move.
"Don't you feel any pain?"
The little dark cloud lifted its head.
The perpetrator was shot in the head by Chen Yong, and the blood splashed on Wu Yun's face.
Except for the face, there is not a single part of the child's body that is intact.
You can find in him all the punishments you can imagine, all the shadows of evil deeds.
There is no way to measure the lunatics created by war with a worldly perspective.
It can make a normal person become abnormal, and make an originally gentle and kind person become like a ghost reborn.
This kid is obviously not of the same race as the people in this place. Here, compatriots can kill each other without hesitation, let alone a child with obvious Chinese characteristics
Maybe it's the descendants of the Asians who couldn't evacuate here in time, maybe it's the children these lunatics snatched from some family...
Who knows
Chen Yong himself was also thinking, maybe it would be better for him to let this child die like this.
He put the gun on the child's forehead, "Son, why don't you just die like this, and treat me as a good deed."
The child was still looking at him without blinking.
He seemed to want to say something, but probably also had a sore throat and couldn't speak.
But the child's eyes are still very clean.
It's not lifeless, but it's as if he doesn't know what happened to him at all.
Incomparably innocent.
Out of tune with this war-torn hell.
"I've changed my mind." Chen Yong put away the gun, took off his windbreaker, wrapped the child tightly, and carried it on his shoulders.
so skinny.
Wrapping it in clothes can feel like being scratched by a child's bones.
so light.
Are children such light creatures
"I'm sorry, you're too young. It's better for the princess to carry you." Chen Yong turned his head and found that the child's face finally had a little more emotion.
"This is the only one for now." Chen Yong took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and stuffed it directly into the child's mouth.
"Remember this smell, brat."
"As bad as it is, the world has a few things to like about it."