"Stop teasing me."
Tang He naturally didn't believe it. When he was young, he could have been the captain of the Ghost Eye Group in the Nine Districts, but because he couldn't stand the high-pressure environment, he resigned and started his own business.
But after so many years, the basic skills have not been forgotten, and there are not many people who can subdue him.
But he did get intrigued.
The person who can make Cen Wei make such an evaluation either has real ability, or has already fascinated Cen Wei with no reason.
Cen Wei walked out of the lounge, walked along the corridor to the hall, and found that Li Rong was sitting on the sofa with his knees pressed together obediently, holding a paper cup in both hands, sipping hot lemonade one by one.
Sitting at the desk, the front desk couldn't help but peek at him from the corner of his eye, apparently not paying attention to his work at all.
Seeing Li Rong inadvertently tilting his head and blowing hot air, the front desk couldn't help but snicker sweetly.
Seeing this, Cen Wei understood that what Li Rong wanted to know was probably revealed by the front desk.
There are two temptations in this world, money and beauty, no one can escape.
He walked over, raised his hand and rubbed Li Rong's damp hair, leaving a lock between his fingers and rubbing it finely.
"Why is it so wet?"
Li Rong put down the paper cup, and said calmly, "The wind is strong, and the umbrella is useless."
Cen Wei found a clean towel, tore open the bag, and put the towel over Li Rong's head, slowly wiping his wet hair.
Li Rong didn't shyly refuse, he sat openly, squinting comfortably, and let Cen Wei serve.
Tang He folded his arms and stood in an inconspicuous corner watching, thinking that Cen Wei must be fascinated by ghosts.
Li Rong is beautiful, but looks weak and indifferent, his face is pale, and he looks ill, and he is still very young, and his experience may not be comparable to that of Cen Wei, no matter how you look at it, it is an embroidered pillow.
However, Tang He was a little puzzled, because of Li Rong's calmness.
This calmness gave Li Rong an aura that transcended his age, even if he stood in the same picture with Cen Wei.
Li Rong tilted his head, avoided the towel, and looked up at Cen Wei: "Why isn't the boss here? I don't know if I should stand up and say hello."
He noticed Tang He early in the morning, and only glanced at him, and judged that it was the owner of the training ground.
Seeing that Cen Wei was almost wiped, he held the towel in his hand and stroked Li Rong's messed up hair: "Watching you."
Li Rong was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but hook his lips: "What happened, To make him care so much about me?"
Cen Wei said solemnly, "Face."
Li Rong raised his eyebrows, and did not say whether he believed it or not, and replied lightly, "Tsk."
Tang He saw Li Rong's eyes looking at him, in those clear eyes, with friendly waiting, he knew that he had been discovered.
Tang He came over and stretched out his hand towards Li Rong: "How is it, are you interested in coming to me to get fit?"
Li Rong stood up, shook Tang He's hand lightly, and said with a smile, "I'm not in good health now, In the future."
He knew that Tang He probably regarded him as a weak embroidered pillow.
However, he doesn't mind, sometimes being despised by others, he can often occupy a greater initiative.
Cen Wei lowered his eyes and stared at the hands that Li Rong and Tang He were shaking, and pulled it apart involuntarily: "Okay, let's train."
Li Rong took advantage of the situation to withdraw his hand and stood beside Cen Wei with a smile.
Tang He silently rolled his eyes at Cen Wei's possessiveness. He is an old man who is almost half a century old, so what can he think of children.
Just hold a finger.
The son of the chairman of the dignified chamber of commerce, he was indeed fascinated by beauty.
But on the way to the training room, Li Rong's eyes swept over Cen Wei, looked at Tang He, and asked abruptly, "How many people will take the exam in the ninth district next year?"
Because of the special nature of the nine district examination, every year There is a big difference in the number of participants. In some years, the competition is fierce, while in some years it is easy. Knowing the number of candidates in advance and making reasonable plans are probably the wishes of every candidate.
Tang He looked at Li Rong vigilantly, and after a while, said indifferently: "How do I know this, I'm not the examiner."
Li Rong put his hand in the pocket of his cotton coat, smiling innocently: "I can't reveal it, right? I'm sorry, I won't ask."
Tang He frowned.
Because there are many people who come to him for mock exams, according to the laws of previous years, he can indeed estimate the approximate number of people.
But for the sake of fairness in the exam, he could not reveal it to anyone.
Not even Cen Wei.
But Tang He listened to Li Rong's warm and gentle voice, and couldn't bear to refuse hard.
He said, "Don't worry, Cen Wei will definitely pass the test."
But he soon found that Li Rong, who received his comforting words, did not have too obvious mood swings, as if Li Rong was not worried about whether Cen Wei would pass the test at all. question.
Walking to the training room, Tang He immediately threw off his coat and took out a special pistol from the props cabinet.
This pistol is filled with blank bullets with rubber bullets. The bullets will hurt when hitting people, but nothing will happen.
Tang He held the gun in his hand and turned twice, then spread his legs, stood carelessly towards the center of the training room, raised his chin towards Cen Wei: "Come."
Li Rong leaned against the window, his elbows on the small balcony , his eyes fell on Cen Wei.
Gunfighting?
The Jiu District is obviously just an organization to curb bad business practices and supervise the operation of the United Chamber of Commerce, but in terms of strict requirements on members, this work is more dangerous than the rights it carries.
Cen Wei didn't refute, he shook off his jacket and wore an ordinary shirt and jeans.
However, he has a very good figure, and such a normal outfit can't cover his beautiful muscle outline.
Li Rong stared at the wrinkles on his shirt and licked his lips. He suddenly felt a little dry, and he could drink another glass of lemonade.
Tang He held a gun in his hand, and Cen Wei was bare-handed, no matter how he looked at it, he was obviously at a disadvantage.
But Cen Wei just moved his fingers slightly and walked in front of Tang He.
Tang He was naturally experienced. He knew that if he was too close, the pistol would not have the greatest advantage, so he took a step back, and after confirming that Cen Wei couldn't raise his hand to hold the pistol slide, he smiled.
"I haven't met a candidate who can avoid it. You'd better pray. When you enter the ninth district in the future, don't run into this kind of tricky opponent."
The most critical part, Tang He, as an experienced veteran, will of course not suffer this loss.
He aimed the gun at Cen Wei's chest.
Li Rong's eyelids trembled, and he slowly moved his eyes away from Cen Wei and landed on Tang He's hand.
In this case, he must be unable to escape.
The training room was extraordinarily quiet, and even the sound of breathing disappeared.
Surviving under the gun is not only a physical test, but also a psychological battle. In this case, a look may determine the outcome.
Although he knew that it was only training for empty shells, Li Rong suddenly became nervous for some reason.
He began to think, what if one day Cen Wei really encountered such a situation because of him.
Tang He put away his smile and raised the hammer with his thumb. This kind of single-action pistol, when the index finger pulls the trigger, the bullet can be shot out, giving no time to react at all.
The usual guns in the nine districts are all like this.
Tang He: "I only give you five seconds, you can try to dodge sideways and squat, but my gun will catch up very soon, you have no chance of winning. Now... start!"
Tang He's voice fell, Cen Wei suddenly said: "1,351 people, the number of people who have signed up for the basic assessment of the nine districts."
If it was ordinary gossip, Tang He would not be distracted. He has received professional training and knows that psychological warfare is equally important. Before starting, he had prepared himself not to be disturbed by any outside information.
This is actually a bit unfair to Cen Wei, because not every enemy with a gun has such mental preparation.
But Tang He never expected that Cen Wei reported the exact number of people who participated in the assessment of the nine districts.
Taking the big data in the museum, he estimated the number of participants next year to be about 1,300 to 1,400 people based on previous years' models.
Except for the personnel in charge of the examination in the nine districts, this is already the most accurate data.
But Cen Wei actually knew.
Before the training, Li Rong's casual question caused him a certain amount of psychological pressure. He didn't even realize it. He subconsciously wanted to beware and avoid it.
So when Cen Wei hurriedly reported the answer, Tang He was uncontrollably stunned for a few seconds.
This time must have exceeded the five seconds he stipulated, and Cen Wei did not miss this opportunity.
Li Rong had seen a magician's performance before, and he knew that with practice day after day, a person could develop a speed that surpassed the ability of the eyes to judge.
It's like a magician makes a coin disappear under your nose, you know he is caught under your fingers, but at that moment, your eyes can't catch the coin at all.
Just like his eyes couldn't catch Cen Wei's movements, it seemed that in an instant, when he came back to his senses, Cen Wei had already left the critical part from Tang He's muzzle.
The few seconds he grabbed were enough for him to take a step forward, clasp the sleeve with one hand, and slam Tang He's wrist with the other to grab the gun.
Tang He had received professional training in the end, he quickly reacted, pulled the trigger violently, blocked Cen Wei's speed with the violent vibration of the gun body, and let the loud noise interfere with Cen Wei's hearing.
That way he'll have another chance to reload.
Although the pistol jammed, Cen Wei's left hand was indeed shaken, and his movements slowed down.
But when Tang He was about to lift his leg and slam Cen Wei's lower abdomen, shaking his hand and throwing the gun, his movements suddenly stopped.
Tang He lowered his head and saw Cen Wei's movements clearly.
Although Cen Wei's left hand was shaken, his right hand was not meant to hit his wrist bone.
At some point, a sharp metal fitting was missing from Cen Wei's belt buckle.
The accessory was hidden in his right hand, and the sharp edge was now aimed at Tang He's wrist vein.
If the knife goes down and cuts off the vein, within ten minutes, Tang He will lose blood and go into shock.
Cen Wei's purpose was not to take the gun, he wanted the other party to die.
Just like on a battlefield where there is no right or wrong, there is no need to obtain any information, secrets, hostages, simple, just kill the other party.
Living in a modern society, being able to have such a consciousness made Tang He shudder.
He didn't know if Cen Wei had greeted the little beauty in advance, and deliberately let the little beauty ask questions first, burying an impression in his heart.
If not, if it was just Cen Wei's adaptability according to the situation at the time, it would be even more terrifying.
Like Tang He, Li Rong was shocked by the precise number.
He hesitated longer, before a few words popped into his head.
Lanshu District 1, simple.
It was probably because Jian Fu's usual carefree appearance made him form a stereotype. He even forgot that Jian Fu was a special mental arithmetic genius in the first district. He was able to pass various examinations and examinations, but not a good pair of parents could do it. of.
District 1 is responsible for the Internet and big data, how could it not get the number of people who signed up for the exam in District 9?
There are specialties in the art industry. Although the nine districts are famous, they are inevitably monitored by other districts.
So when Yang Fenfang asked about it last time, Cen Wei said that Jianfu was studying cryptography. Did he really make it up casually?
Sometimes the truth that is too much like a lie is the easiest to ignore.
Tang He is naturally not obliged to report this matter to District 9, because Cen Wei can say that he made it up casually.
But he believed in his heart that Cen Wei did not lie.
Tang He smiled and let go, letting the spear hang on his index finger, representing his recognition of Cen Wei's success.
He lightly joked: "Okay, keep it hidden, I still underestimate you."
Cen Wei also took advantage of the situation to put away the metal accessories, and put them on the belt buckle. Ordinary belts are no different.
Cen Wei lifted the belt, straightened the half of the shirt that slipped out, took Tang He's gun, and unloaded the magazine: "Don't be too hit, you're not the first person who didn't dodge."
Li Rong thought fretting.
What does not the first mean?
Did Cen Wei encounter this situation more than once?
Tang He sighed lazily: "I'm old, my reaction is not as good as you young people." He sighed, looked at Cen Wei again, and couldn't help asking, "Is that person... better than me?"
Cen Wei lowered his head, playing with a rubber bullet in his hand, and was silent for a while, then he pulled his lips, his eyes cold: "I won't tell you."
Li Rong raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Cen Wei's fingers that subconsciously pressed tightly. , an idea came to mind.
That person is more powerful than Tang He.
Tang He was rejected by Cen Wei again, and his old face was a bit unbearable. His head was hot, and he pretended to be mysterious: "Don't be too confident, I recently met a very good candidate."