Chapter 128 Don't Take Yourself Too Seriously
Chapter 128 Don't Take Yourself Too Seriously
"If that's the case, then I can probably understand the purpose of Liu Taihe's call," An Rusong thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps he hopes that I can train two more technicians for him, just like I trained Haji and Kulma."
Nan Xuyu on the phone didn't say anything, probably because he agreed with his guess.
It is not difficult to maintain a program like the Hanafuda website. The key lies in the control of the algorithm core. When An Rusong was training Haji and Kulma, he did not hide anything, but these two Indian brothers may not be as selfless as he is.
Now, the two Asan brothers have run into problems, and the operation of the Huapai website cannot be stopped. Therefore, Liu Taihe urgently needs new technicians to take over the work of the two Asan brothers. In this case, who is the most suitable candidate? Haha, there is no one else except An Rusong.
Hearing Nan Xuyu's silence on the other end of the phone, An Rusong tried to ask again: "Liu Taihe has always known about my relationship with Uncle Taian and the others. He still contacted me at this time. Director, do you think he also wants to express his intention to reconcile with Councillor Kong in this way?"
"Rusong, don't take yourself too seriously," Nan Xuyu said on the phone, "If Liu Taihe wants to reconcile, he has ten thousand ways to apologize to Councillor Kong."
After a pause, he continued, "Have you ever thought that the reason he contacted you again was simply because he didn't regard you as an important person?"
Well, you always know how to talk and you know how to stick a knife in a person's lungs.
However, with just these two sentences, do you want to embarrass our brother Rusong to the point of being ashamed? The old man underestimates people. What is the first skill that an ambitious person must have? The answer: swallow the spit in your face!
"Then what should I do?" An Rushong asked in a flattering manner, pretending not to hear the other party's sarcasm.
"That depends on what you think," Nan Xuyu chuckled on the phone.
At this moment, there was no trace of impatience in his tone. You know, every time An Rushong talked to him on the phone in the past, there was always a hint of impatience in the old man's tone. It was the first time that An Rushong heard him laugh on the phone.
The old man did not show any impatience, but laughed instead, which means he was interested in this topic. And since he was interested in this topic, it meant that he had some ideas in his mind.
"What can I think?" After figuring out the other person's thoughts in an instant, An Rusong gave the most straightforward answer, "I just want to throw a cup of hot tea on his face."
This answer is most likely to be given by a rough and impulsive young person. At the same time, this answer is equivalent to directly severing the connection with Liu Taihe.
"Haha," the old man said with a smile on the phone, "Not bad, then go ahead and splash it."
After saying this, he just hung up the phone.
Hearing that there was no sound on the phone, An Rushong was a little dumbfounded. He glanced at the phone, then at the various instruments on the center console, as if the old man Nan Xuyu would pop out of the center console at the next moment.
What do you mean, just go ahead and throw hot tea on Liu Taihe's face? The place where Liu Taihe asked him to meet was a villa next to the Dawang Reservoir. That was someone else's place, with bodyguards and entourage, so many people inside and outside. If he went there and threw hot tea on Liu Taihe's face, would he want to die?
But if this thing is not done, what will the old man think? An Rusong is not sure.
"Great, let's go splash it, shall we?"
Don't think the old man is joking. An Rusong is very clear about his identity and status. He also knows that this sentence seems to be a joke to others, but the problem is that he can't take it as a joke. For him, since he said it, he must do it.
After putting the phone on the center console, An Rushong slapped himself in the face before starting the car and heading back the way he came.
After the car drove for a distance, An Rushong suddenly stopped the car. He reached out for the mobile phone on the center console, found Zhao Jingsheng's number, and dialed it directly.
But as soon as he made the call, he hung up. Then, he hesitated for a moment, put the phone back on the center console, started the car again and continued his journey.
He figured it out. The old man Nan Xuyu was definitely not joking. He just wanted him to splash hot tea on Liu Taihe's face. As for why he wanted to do this and what should he, the assistant, do after that, An Rushong still couldn't figure it out. But what was certain was that the old man would not sit idly by and watch him die, because if that happened, there would be no point in doing that.
It’s not that An Rushong overestimates himself, but he is just looking at the facts.
During this period, Nan Xuyu spent a lot of money on him. Min Hyun-soo invested a lot in his training, and all these investments were paid for by Nan Xuyu.
Now, the old immortal invested so much, just to let him splash hot tea on Liu Taihe's face? It would be better to let him kill Liu Taihe directly, at least in that case, the old immortal can still get some of the profits back.
Although he didn't know what arrangements Nan Xuyu had or what ideas he had, An Rushong had nothing to fear as long as he knew he would not die. As for getting beaten or something, haha, he really didn't care much about it.
In fact, for a man, the most important harm caused by being beaten is not the pain, but the loss of face. An Rusong does not care about losing face. As long as he can get back double the face he lost today in the future, it doesn't matter at all.
So, he decided to do it!
What he said to Nan Xuyu just now was not all an act. He really wanted to pour a cup of hot tea on Liu Taihe's face, preferably scalding hot. Once he made up his mind, An Rusong felt relaxed. He even felt like whistling. His mind recalled the way Jiang Xiuyuan sobbed and moaned under him just now.
This girl is even more inexperienced and restrained than the Yuan Ya sisters when it comes to matters between men and women. But it's better this way. An Rushong plans to train her step by step. Just thinking about the fun in this process makes him feel excited.
When the car reached the intersection of Jiangnan subway station, there seemed to be a traffic accident ahead. The vehicles on the road were completely blocked, and the long queue almost extended to the previous intersection.
An Rushong didn't realize it before, and when he wanted to turn around, it was already impossible to go back.
At this time, the rain outside the car was getting heavier, and the thick clouds in the sky seemed to be covering one layer after another. It felt like the low-pressure area formed near Naha might really turn into a storm.
After being stuck in traffic for more than twenty minutes, I finally got to the intersection. While waiting for the traffic light to count down, the phone on the center console rang again.
An Rushong glanced at the road ahead. Four or five traffic policemen in green fluorescent clothes were directing traffic in the rain. At the southwest corner of the intersection, a tall female police officer was standing under the curb wiping the rain off her face.
Reaching out to take the phone from the center console and confirming that the person calling was Liu Taihe, An Rushong pressed the answer button while squinting at the female police officer.
"Where have you been?" Liu Taihe's voice sounded anxious and impatient on the phone, and his tone sounded like a question.
"Jiangnan intersection," An Rushong saw the policewoman's appearance clearly. Not to mention, this policewoman not only had a good figure, she was at least 1.76 or 1.77 meters tall, with long and smooth legs, but she was also quite pretty, with an oval face and fair skin. She was soaked from the rain, and she had a kind of pitiful and touching charm.
"There was a car accident here, and the traffic is very congested," An Rushong explained to Liu Taihe on the phone while admiring the beauty of the policewoman.
"Hurry up!" Liu Taihe said rudely, and then hung up the phone.
An Rushong chuckled and threw the phone back onto the center console with a flick of his wrist. What the hell is this? He’s still pretending to be so high and mighty.
When the countdown for the traffic light ended, An Rushong started the car immediately and drove across the intersection.
Just about forty or fifty meters after the car passed the intersection, he looked at the mobile phone on the center console again, thought of Liu Taihe's unpleasant tone of voice just now, and looked at the tall female police officer who was already soaked like a drowned chicken on the side of the road in the rearview mirror. Suddenly, a scene he had seen in the news in his previous life flashed through his mind.
His mind got hot, and he pulled the car over, took out a pack of tissues from the glove box, then pushed the door and got out.
He walked around to the back of the car, took out an umbrella from the trunk, and walked back holding the umbrella.
Just when he was still more than ten meters away from the intersection, the female police officer happened to turn her head and look over here. She seemed to see something and made a gesture to An Rushong from a distance.
An Rushong smiled at her, and seeing that the other party was still making gestures, he turned his head and looked behind him.
At this moment, right where he parked his car, a traffic policeman wearing a transparent raincoat was standing next to his car - parking was not allowed in that place.
Ignoring the traffic policeman, An Rushong continued to move forward and walked straight to the female police officer. He first held the umbrella over her head, and then handed over the pack of tissues in his hand.
The policewoman was stunned. She looked at An Rushong as if he was a lunatic. However, when she saw that the guy in front of her was a young man with outstanding handsomeness and temperament, her little face, which was wet by the rain, suddenly turned red.
"Um. Thank you." The policewoman hesitated for a moment, and finally took the tissue with a red face.
An Rushong didn't say anything. He took another step forward and stood behind the policewoman. Then they stood back to back with an umbrella covering their heads.
"."The policewoman said something behind him, but did not leave in the end.
An Rusong looked straight at the street. With the corner of his eye, he saw the traffic policeman standing next to his car leave. He also saw a girl holding an umbrella not far away, raising her phone towards him.
With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, An Rushong thought about going online to look for it later to see if anyone had posted the photos online. If so, he would definitely hype it up.
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Some readers asked about the names of people that appear in the article. Because some names cannot appear or they will be blocked, homophones or aliases were used instead. There is no way around it, so please forgive me.
(End of this chapter)