A minute later, Ronan looked at the bill from the Finance Committee and forgot to walk.
The above details all his Honor Points income and expenses since December 3. Among them, Ronan's income was only the big red envelope sealed with paper cut a few minutes ago, and everything else was expenses.
Among them, only the cost of computing space existed in Ronan's memory, which cost him a full 10 points. But the remaining 127 points, those inexplicable names...
"Appearance fees? Intelligence support? Consumption of connections? Lawyer fees? Accounting costs? What is this and what?" Ronan was a little uneasy. You must know that the association's honor points are redeemed through official channels, and they are one million points each. It’s a debt worth hundreds of millions of dollars—and it’s a one-way exchange, that is, you can only exchange points for money, but you’re not allowed to exchange money for points.
In fact, it is impossible for anyone to change it for you. Honor points are the only currency in circulation on the association's resource trading platform. In addition to bartering, transactions of rare resources on the platform can only be completed through this virtual currency.
These are a bit far from Ronan, and he just can't figure out what these expenditure items mean!
It was definitely right to find He Yueyin and Secretary He now. The people over there were also surprised when they heard the news. After learning about the situation, they gave Ronan a more detailed report:
"The Finance Committee believes that your corresponding actions since the night of the 8th have consumed a large amount of internal resources of the branch, including but not limited to the transfer of association members, the use of contacts and intelligence work. Next, in order to ensure that your family members cope with For the plan to be effective, it must be coordinated with corresponding resources, many of which are owned by associations or even private individuals, so if the plan is to be implemented, corresponding remuneration must be paid.”
Of course, rewards and credits in this world are meaningless and cannot be measured. The only honor points that can be used to pay are those circulating within the association. In other words, according to the Finance Committee's new calculation method, if Ronan's uncle uses SCA resources to continue an in-depth investigation of Ronan's current situation, the corresponding expenses will increase.
"Currently, your association's authority has been changed to be supported by the credit system. The association's expected credit for you is one thousand points, but you need to repay part of the principal and interest every month. If you cannot make ends meet and all the one thousand points of credit are deducted, it will be really bad. Yes. So..."
"so?"
"You have offended His Majesty the Emperor Wu."
He Yueyin’s conclusion was concise and clear, going straight to the core: “His Majesty Emperor Wu is the speaker of the Finance Committee. All accounts must be signed and confirmed by her. She has the power to adjust the calculation model of relevant accounts and make certain authority decisions. Out the assessment.”
Ronan was a little confused. Yesterday he was helping to protect him from the wind and rain. Why did he fall out today
"Did you hit her somewhere?"
"How is that possible? I also... wait!" Ronan suddenly thought of something and raised his hand to send a communication request to Zhang Yingying.
After the call was connected, Ronan didn't say much and directly sent his bill and handling opinions: "Am I finding the end?"
Zhang Yingying responded with a "dumbfounded" expression, and then hurriedly replied, "Wait a minute, I'll ask." Then she left her side and went to see His Majesty the Emperor Wu for confirmation.
However, there was no reply as soon as she left.
Ronan had no choice but to settle Ruiwen first. It was already time for class, and he hurried to the classroom again.
The first period today was a big class, and Ronan happened to be with Xue Lei. After the two met, they both looked a little sad.
Needless to say, Ronan was in trouble from head to toe, inside and out. He could be killed in the street at any time, and he could be killed in a bloody mess at any time. It's true that Xia Cheng's number one source of trouble is him.
For Xue Lei, today is already the 10th, and there are only 12 days until the winter solstice battle with Duan Hong at Lei Falcon Martial Arts School. So far, he hasn't found a foolproof solution, and he can't just sit back and watch Ronan's troubles, and his head is so swollen that it hurts.
Neither of them listened to what the teacher said in class.
As luck would have it, misfortunes never come singly. The teacher in the big class, for some reason, unexpectedly played a question game in this kind of class, and hit Xue Lei with one blow.
Even if Xue Lei had the courage to do anything, he could only stand up stupidly and awkwardly said, "The student has insufficient intelligence, please ask the teacher to recharge it for me."
Ronan gave a rare smile, but then, Liu Er's communication tone and the teacher's summons for "the classmate next to me" rang together.
Poor Ronan, even if he knew the color of the underwear of all the students in the classroom, it would be useless to answer the standard answers in the teacher's mind, not to mention the belated communication from Liu Er distracting him. After standing up unsteadily for two seconds, he could only cast his eyes to the ceiling, and released the most classic emergency answer from a Grade 13 student in 2096:
"Teacher, I'm asking for leave... my stomach hurts."
Amidst the laughter of nearly five hundred students in the large classroom, Ronan rushed out. In a few steps, he regarded the experience in the classroom as an unreal dream.
He hurried downstairs and contacted Qin Yikun at the same time: "Arrange a car, let's go to Amakusa Art."
"Which one?"
"God knows which one it is, it's said to be in Tianyun Tower."
Qin Yikun understood and asked again: "Go now? Are you all going?"
Ronan glanced at the electronic invitation sent back by Zhang Yingying. Only his name was written on it, and he shook his head: "You and I, just let Brother Gao De and Mao Yan accompany Ruiwen. There is no need for any security over there anyway."
The northernmost administrative district of Xiacheng is the Tiantai District, where the city is built against the mountains and the terrain is uneven. The city's "three high" buildings, namely the "Tianyun Tower", the highest-altitude, highest-priced, and highest-quality building, are located in it.
The Amakusa Art that Ronan wanted to go to was located in the Tianyun Tower. It was the kind of place where you could easily get in just by looking at the house number.
Forty minutes later, Ronan and Qin Yikun arrived at Tianyun Tower and took the elevator to the 222nd floor. After exiting the elevator, there is a row of high-strength floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls on the south side of the corridor. Although compared to the Tianyun Tower as a whole, this floor only just reaches the chest and abdomen, due to the terrain, looking south, the entire Xia City seems to be in front of you.
Of course, it didn't matter to Ronan. The land covered with cold rain was his sensing field. He didn't care about this scene.
But if we really want to talk about things from the sensing field, there is really a blurry area in front of him now. Moreover, he keeps getting closer to the past.
"Here!" Zhang Yingying waved over more than ten meters away, fearing that Ronan wouldn't see her.
Today, Zhang Yingying is wearing a light and mature style, wearing an orange-red woolen long coat, leather pants and short boots, and a rather artistic black big-brimmed hat. She looks bright and lively, just standing there. It's dazzling and turns heads.
However, after Ronan raised his hand to signal, his full attention was attracted by the long-haired woman beside Zhang Yingying, who was leaning against the glass curtain wall and lowering her head to read.
Compared to Zhang Yingying's colorful look, this lady only wore simple jeans and a slightly oversized thin white linen sweater, still looking like she was living in autumn. The slightly dark skylight outside, combined with half of the silhouette, the hanging hair, the lightly held book and other elements, have formed an almost perfect composition.
Ronan didn't want to interpret anything, but at this moment he couldn't help but think: This person reads a book instead of enjoying the scenery, maybe because he also sees that the world in the book is more vast and profound than the simple scenery...
Heck, I thought so too.
Qin Yikun, who was beside him, hissed: "It's really His Majesty the Emperor Wu!"
It is.
Although the name of the invitation was an inexplicable "Charity Art Exhibition", Zhang Yingying who sent the invitation was following the orders of His Majesty the Emperor Wu.
Waiting for him here is undoubtedly His Majesty the Emperor Wu. With this boss here, security work and the like are really meaningless.
"Boss, Nanzi and the others are here." Zhang Yingying was worried that His Majesty Emperor Wu would be obsessed with reading, so she reminded him again.
His Majesty Emperor Wu did not show any pretense, he simply closed the book, held the scroll in his hand, nodded to Ronan and smiled slightly. Maybe it was because of her makeup, but this lady didn't look like an extraordinary person. Instead, she looked like a gentle teacher or artist.
Ronan recited "137" silently in his mind to get rid of this illusion. To this day, he still doesn't know why His Majesty the Emperor Wu invited him, just like he didn't know why he offended His Majesty the Emperor Wu...
Fortunately, the tone of the person in front of him finally had the edge he deserved: "It's not too late, it's a coincidence. The annoying ceremony has just ended, so we can go in."
There was no need for self-introduction. The four of them followed the sparse flow of people and slowly entered the Amakusa Art Museum. This is obviously a charity art exhibition, but the access control is quite strict. There is a professional security company guarding the door. Entry must be based on an electronic invitation. Each invitee is only allowed to bring one attendant.
Seeing such a scene, Ronan subconsciously felt that the exhibits in the museum must be outstanding art masterpieces. I also kept my composure and did not use mental induction, but wanted to appreciate it seriously in the most traditional way.
But within half a minute, all these thoughts were completely eroded by the strange tones, twisted lines, strange structures, and eye-catching shapes that hit me.
Damn, why didn’t you tell me that this was an avant-garde art exhibition
Just as Ronan was blinking hard to eliminate the strong stimulation caused by the light, His Majesty the Emperor Wu whispered softly into his ears: "I heard that you are a good painter."
"Just a little experience in sketching."
Ronan wanted to be modest, but when faced with the various shapes and pictures spread out in all directions, he couldn't help but complain: "I don't understand these styles, and I can't appreciate them."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. In today's society, the paintings are incomprehensible, as long as they can be explained in a self-explanatory manner. A successful expression, a successful operation... After all, this is a world that depends on the results."
His Majesty the Emperor Wu's voice was not loud, but he did not deliberately lower his tone. It was inevitable that some people would look at him. However, as they walked leisurely, they quickly distanced themselves from those who were admiring the paintings "hardly".
"Kung Fu lies outside the painting. When you understand the causes and consequences of this art exhibition, you may have a re-evaluation of the value of the works inside."
(End of chapter)