Deceitful Game

Chapter 151 Even the Underworld is Hiring Summer Jobs?

Ming Jingxing's personality is even colder than Ming Po's.

He doesn't usually like to reply to messages; he often just reads them but doesn't reply.

Seeing him tapping away with his fingers, Mingpo couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Who is it that can make my dad type nonstop?

However, he found that his father and the other party were having a very pleasant conversation.

He completely lacked the coldness he usually displayed when speaking to me; he was as friendly and casual as an old friend.

【No Problem Bro】

I'll personally take care of him; I guarantee nothing will go wrong.

No, there's no need to take too much care of him.

I usually spoil my child, so it's good for him to experience some hardship.

[Don't worry, Jingxing, your child is my child.]

...A highly commercial and meaningless social interaction. The two exchanged a lot of polite words, but the amount of truly useful information was practically zero. Mingpo felt annoyed and uncomfortable after just one glance.

This guy looks like a middle-aged businessman.

"What kind of work have you assigned me this time?"

Mingpo frowned: "Let me make this clear first, I didn't agree."

Because he was worried that if he really agreed, it might directly change history and make his anchor point in Shanghai disappear.

However, on the other hand, he was also somewhat curious.

If things had progressed according to the original plan, today would have been the day I died.

How did my dad manage to... find himself a job that led him to his grave?

Did this person ask Ox-Head and Horse-Face for a job?

What's going on? Even the underworld is hiring summer workers?

Mingpo had no intention of reversing her own death—that would be tantamount to voluntarily withdrawing from the game of deception.

He just wanted to know how he died.

He wanted to know if this was related to his memory loss.

Seeing that Ming Jingxing was ignoring her, Ming Po leaned against the back of Shi Wan'an's chair.

"Uncle An? Uncle Wan An?"

When speaking to Shi Wan'an, Mingpo's tone noticeably softened, even carrying a hint of coquetry: "Do you know where my dad is planning to sell me?"

"Little Per, fasten your seatbelt."

Shih Wan-an's tone was quite stern.

Seeing Mingpo shrink back and obediently fasten her seatbelt, her tone softened a bit: "It's only ten kilometers, we'll be there soon." Seeing that Shi Wan'an didn't seem inclined to speak, Mingpo's eyes lit up with a new idea: "How about... you take a guess? I'd like to hear your prediction. New Year's Day is a statutory holiday; I can't be making myself work on a statutory holiday, can I?"

Hearing Shi Wan'an's helpless sigh tinged with a smile, Ming Po probably already knew what was going on.

It doesn't seem like a bad thing at least.

Otherwise, Uncle Wan'an wouldn't have been so relaxed.

If it's just a meeting, then there's no problem. After the meeting, hurry back.

"Let me register you."

Suddenly, Ming Jingxing answered in a low voice.

He seemed to have finished chatting with the people on the other end and put his phone away.

He turned to look at Mingpo, but Mingpo instinctively looked away from his sharp, hawk-like eyes.

Mingpo asked instinctively, "Where's my mom?"

"Your mother isn't back. She's busy with work, and she's just submitting your membership application..."

"What meeting?"

Mingpo frowned deeply: "I have to do it myself?"

"Chinese Business Association"

Ming Jingxing's expression was serious.

In that instant, Mingpo's mind went blank.

Countless pieces of information and memories flowed through his mind like a stream, making him feel as if he had recalled something. His parents usually liked to "go on long trips," and might not even come back for holidays, and they wouldn't answer the phone;

His family was inexplicably wealthy, but he didn't know exactly what kind of business his parents were in or what the family company was called.

Gao Fan's biological father, Gao Song, belongs to the deceitful organization "Hua Shang Hui," which relies on paradoxical technology... Hua Shang Hui?

So...were my parents also liars?

Am I also one of those so-called "pure-blood charlatans"?

Am I merely a tool created by my parents to establish a society that leverages their noble blood?

In that instant, Mingpo felt her mind was in complete disarray.

"Remember to be polite then."

Ming Jingxing then said seriously to Ming Po, "Listen more, observe more, and speak less. In general... don't stand out too much. Slowly make your way up, and you'll be able to access the organization's resources."

Mingpo gradually came to her senses.

His acting skills were still top-notch—even though he was greatly shocked, Mingpo didn't reveal any flaws, only showing a lazy and impatient expression: "I haven't decided to stay here yet."

Ming Jingxing simply nodded in response.

He neither said it was good nor bad; he simply skipped the topic.

"Remember later, there will be two guests, one of whom is my senior and the other is my junior."

Ming Jingxing simply continued recounting the intelligence, his demeanor quite similar to Ming Po's: "However, you should be polite to them all."

"One of them is surnamed Shen. His name is Shen Yiqi, and he's my student. He's young, the same age as you, but he started from scratch and has already become the founder of a robotics company. His research project has the potential to have military applications..."

Ming Jingxing continued, "The other person is Zhuang Yan, Academician Zhuang. Academician Zhuang is the leader in China's nuclear energy technology, and his team is at the leading level internationally. You should show him extra respect."

Upon hearing this, Mingpo's expression turned serious.

Are all these people charlatans?

These thoughts popped into his mind.

"...No, what exactly do you want me to do?"

Mingpo asked earnestly and without any politeness, "Why are you suddenly introducing me to these important figures? And... robots, nuclear energy, the difference between them is too big, isn't it? And I'm a social psychology student... I can't even have a proper conversation with them."

Listen more, observe more, and speak less.

Ming Jingxing repeated, "I won't go into the details... this is for the sake of fairness."

Mingpo laughed in exasperation: "No, it's starting now??"

But though he said that, he knew perfectly well what was going on in his mind.

This is probably a job interview.

Soon, the car stopped at the Wanda Reign Hotel in Wuhan.

Upon entering the lobby, one is greeted by the mural "The Grand View of East Lake," which is said to have been crafted from 50,000 pieces of natural jade.

The pillarless lobby gives it a bright, palace-like feel.

……palace?

A thought suddenly struck Mingpo.

Ming Jingxing had already made an appointment.

He took Mingpo's ID card and quickly arranged a three-month long-term lease for her—he clearly had no intention of getting Mingpo back to Shanghai. He lured Mingpo over from Shanghai with promises of "it'll be quick."

Mingpo didn't even bring much personal luggage.

He really is his biological father.

Mingpo thought to herself, but didn't say anything more. Instead, she carefully straightened her clothes.

There's no point in running away now that things have come to this.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it.