"Please don't do anything to misunderstand me, Mr. Comey." Negri sat on the soft sofa, shaking a glass of purple wine in his hand, and was wearing a black windbreaker that came handy.
Sitting in front of him, Comey Bree looked like a guest, looking very reserved, and the well-groomed beard on his face trembled slightly in fear and anger.
Comey glanced at Jimmy and Pillow who were following Negri, as well as a few bodyguards who fell at the door, and forced a smile: "Why, I dare not do anything in front of Mr. Negri. Small gesture."
Just today, these three guys somehow sneaked into one of his secret residences, and the bodyguards in charge of protecting the residence had no resistance in front of the man who called himself Negri, he just With a flick of the fingers, the two strong guys passed out.
This made Comey think that he had encountered the group of guys hiding in the darkness of the academy capital—the mystics.
As a former gang leader and now the boss of Baixin Mining Company, he sometimes deals with these mysterious people. After all, he can be called a successful person and has some resources in his hands.
Those guys can easily kill ordinary people, so most of them don't regard humans as human beings. Every time they come into contact with those guys, the hairs on Comey's body stand up, and on Negri's body, he feels To a more intense danger.
That's why Comey is so cowardly. Yes, after becoming a superior, Comey is no longer as ruthless as before. If he wants to maintain the elegance and calmness of a superior, he also needs their dignity, so he It is no longer like before, taking out a dagger and pressing it on the other party's neck to threaten the other party.
It's like a wolf actively pulls out its fangs and pretends to be a dog in order to eat the food gifted by humans, just to integrate into the circle of the upper class.
"My two brothers, you must have forgotten." Negri glanced at his nails, and there was some black powder inside his nails. It was made from boiled black glue mixed with some plant roots. Poison, just a little bit, can make people unconscious, and if not treated afterwards, it may even lead to death by suffocation.
The poison needed to dislodge the mucous membranes to be effective, and Negri snapped the powder into the mouths and noses of the bodyguards, knocking them unconscious.
"Reminder, the night you killed Professor Terry." Negri did not look at Comey's slightly pale face, and said to himself: "Of course, this matter is not mentioned now to threaten Mr. Comey. , I’m just asking for some compensation on behalf of my brother.”
You've already put the threat on your face, okay, Comey is full of heart, but he put on a smile on the surface and said: "It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
Comey looked at Jimmy and Pillow, his heart was full of resentment, why these two filthy worms have not died until now, let alone alive, and brought someone with status to come to him.
Comey was originally a gang leader among the garbage people, and the reason why he can become a high-class person with status today is precisely because of the person he killed, a professor of the college.
Facts have proved that the upper class look down on garbage people. Because of manpower problems, Professor Terry hired some people from the security company, the gang, to help his people enter a dangerous jungle. His research led him to find a trace of a mineral vein.
Because of the elegance and arrogance of the superiors, Professor Terry did not follow the prospecting team, but threw some apprentices and servants into the prospecting team and asked them to help measure the data.
In a certain dense forest, the people of Comet discovered the specific location of the ore veins. In the process, he found out the specific value of the ore veins through his apprentices, and through his servants, he learned that Professor Terry did not disclose this information to others in order to keep it secret.
That is to say, only he and Professor Terry know the information about the mine lode now. Professor Terry looks down on garbage people. He even thinks that Comey and the others don't know what they are doing, and even if they understand, they don't have the guts to make small moves.
It's a pity that Comey at that time was much more vicious than he is now, and after that it was the practice of killing a scholar, because killing a scholar was a serious crime, and Comey, who was worried about other people, chose to do it himself.
Things went well. Professor Terry was unprepared and was easily killed. The follow-up matter was not difficult. It is a common routine to plant the crime on the servant who joined the prospecting team and flee with money.
Everything went well, except that he was discovered by two garbage men when he was disposing of the corpses. He was alone and did nothing to the two garbage men, but then he sent his men to chase them, making them unable to get out of the slums. Don't even report him.
In this way, relying on the mine veins, after paying a high price, he became the current boss of Baixin Mining. Although most of the company's shares were held by other people, he also got rid of his identity as a garbage man.
Perhaps after seven or eight generations, his descendants will be able to truly become superior people, unlike what he is now. Although he has gained status, he still can't integrate into the circle and is secretly called a trash guy.
Unexpectedly, the two garbage men who had already died in the sewer appeared in front of him again.
Suppressing his inner emotions, Comey knew in his heart that when these two guys got close to the mysterious person, the leverage in their hands became a powerful bargaining chip. Please send out other mystics to take action.
"Since this is the case." Negri looked at Comey, and through the micro-expressions, he roughly understood the psychological activities of the former gang leader in front of him. Knowing Comey's bottom line and current thinking mode, he put his remaining Chips out.
"New food—soil moss." After a while, looking at the three people who had left, Kemi looked at the emerald green soil moss in his hand, with a strange expression on his face. If this kind of thing is done well, it will be great. Opportunities inferior to mine veins.
A few days later, a week before the magic dinner, a new type of food appeared on the market. The main market was workers or some garbage people. It attracted huge attention as soon as it appeared.
In the academy capital where people often starve to death, adding a new kind of food will not change the status quo, at most it will bring a new way of life, but the benefits it brings are considerable.
Through this way, Negri obtained certain resources, including meeting and dominating some so-called superior people.
Interest is the most touching thing. The reason why it is difficult for garbage dumpers to get rid of their identity is because it is difficult for them to bring benefits. Even if they get rich by accident, if there is no stable way of making money, getting rich will only make them feel comfortable for a while.
And when there is a steady stream of benefits, leaving the identity of a garbage dumper is not as difficult as imagined. Of course, this separation is on display. It's hard to get in, and even if you get in, you're a marginal figure.
But Negri doesn't need those things either. Honor is indeed useful at certain times, but the glory of bugs is of no use to Negri.
"Finally, I have some power to use in my hands, and some things should start." Negri squinted his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table regularly.