Chapter 1007 Fatty Wang’s Sister 6
The two centenarians were quite shocked, so Fatty Wang poured them a glass of water.
"Actually, you don't have to be too surprised. There will be something even more surprising later."
He was secretly happy.
I don’t mind you calling me fat outside, but in the community I am my sister’s favorite.
Wait and see, my friend.
Wang Yueyao had already drawn the curtains. The house was very big. Since they bought two units and connected a door, it had six bedrooms, two living rooms, two kitchens and four bathrooms.
It has both private space and is suitable for living with relatives and friends.
"If there is any, I will only say it once. You are all adults. Now I ask you if you need help. Of course, I will also show you my sincerity."
In the living room, under the white light, green buds grew on Wang Yueyao's fair hands.
Zhang Qilin reached out and touched it. It was alive.
Hei Xiazi took a deep breath and touched it.
Can move.
Well, they are well-informed and not afraid.
Wang Yueyao withdrew her hand, and the tender buds disappeared without a trace, as if it was just an illusion.
She calmly glanced at the two "old men" in front of her, who were nearly two hundred years old in total but seemed a little dazed at the moment. Her voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable power that clearly struck everyone's heart.
"Sister asks again, do you need help?"
Almost no one would ask them this question, and no one would care, just like when clearing the road, they are always at the front.
It was also them who were left behind.
Of course, a blind man can still run away, but a mute will be in a terrible situation because his mind is not clear and he will be left behind.
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
It's already this late, and you still have the mood to scold him.
So do you need help?
These four words are a luxury for him, and also for a mute.
They have lived too long, shouldered too much, and are used to struggling alone.
The words “need help” suggest weakness.
Zhang Qiling raised his gaze from Wang Yueyao's palm, which had returned to normal. Deep within those calm black jade pupils, something moved ever so slightly.
need any help?
He had long been accustomed to bearing everything alone, and the only one who could keep up with him was a blind man.
Help was a luxury and something he was not used to thinking about.
Silence spreads.
Fatty Wang just happened to hear his sister's question. He didn't say anything, but just stood silently beside his sister.
The usual playfulness was gone from his chubby face, and his eyes contained silent support.
Wang Yueyao did not urge them, but just watched them quietly.
She showed them "sincerity", a power beyond common sense and the key to breaking the deadlock.
Now, the choice is theirs.
She only asked this once.
A few seconds of silence seemed as long as a century.
The black bear moved first.
He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, raised his hand, and slowly took off the sunglasses that were almost welded to his face.
The pair of eyes that were always hidden behind the lenses were revealed, looking dark and a little scary.
"Sister, the blind man's eyes are damaged."
He did not answer directly, but asked in return, his voice a little dry:
"Sister...what's the price for this 'help'?"
He was used to transactions and calculations, and he didn't dare to believe in pie falling from the sky.
Zhang Qiling's eyes were always on Wang Yueyao's face, as if he was also looking for some answer.
He did not ask the price, but just nodded very slightly, almost imperceptibly.
The movement was so small that it was almost invisible, but the decision contained in it was of great weight.
He needs help.
We need to break this endless cycle and cut off the shackles on our bodies.
The power displayed by Wang Yueyao was a new and completely different light that he saw in the long darkness.
He chose to believe, or more precisely, he chose to believe his sister.
The corners of Wang Yueyao's mouth curved upwards slightly; the smile was faint, but very happy.
"The price?" She looked at Hei Xia Zi, not understanding: "The price is to live like a normal person in the future, don't cause trouble, don't break the law.
For example, you should not go to the fields anymore, and you cannot accept being hired to go to the fields. Your profession is probably an archaeological worker. Except for the less money, everything is fine...
Of course, except when the country calls you, from now on you can only fight for the country."
At this point, Wang Yueyao continued to look at Hei Xiazi: "Your blind massage stalls and the like are all fine, of course you can also report them, and you can get money for them.
There are also five social insurances and one housing fund, so I am considered a public servant."
Just let the country support you, and don't be a troublemaker for the country.
She turned her gaze to Zhang Qiling, with a bit of the gentleness of an elder, "As a disabled person with amnesia, if you don't run around everywhere, you're helping the country.
In the future, I will open a small supermarket with the blind man. When there is a need, I will call you. After all, you are disabled.
The main reason is that the country does not want to touch the things below.
It’s not that the state doesn’t know where there are cemeteries, it’s just that it’s too lazy to find them.”
Wang Yueyao pointed at Wang Yueban and said, "Do you know why Yueyue is fine? Because there are many large tombs, and small tombs affect national construction, so, um, do you understand?"
Of course, the same applies if a large tomb affects national affairs.
You really think the country is blind.
The country is just busy and really has no time.
Black Blind Man: "..."
Zhang Qiling: “…Yeah.”
His eyes seemed to brighten a little.
Fatty Wang burst out laughing, and the tense atmosphere instantly dissipated: "I told you, my sister is very capable."
He is so proud.
Wang Yueyao looked at the two disabled people in front of her, who were almost two hundred years old in total, with an inclusive look.
"Zhang Qilin, what is your wish?
Blind man, what is your wish?"
Two people: "..."
You can also make a wish. If they had known that the country is so good, they would have come earlier. As expected, the information is poor!
Most profitable.
The people below can’t even find a way to become good people.
Hei Xia Zi patted Fatty Wang hard, with gratitude in his eyes.
Unfortunately, Fatty Wang was only frightened. He couldn’t see any gratitude in his dark eyes. He only saw that the male ghost died with his eyes open.
"You blind man, what are you doing? Are you trying to scare me to death?"
The black blind man winked at the blind man for the first time, and the two of them started to make noises on the sofa.
Zhang Qilin: . . . . .
"My memory is blind."
He is still reliable.
Know how to get down to business.
I don’t know if it will work, but if it does, then the country’s foundation will be very impressive.
They'd better just lie down.
My sister is awesome, and our motherland is awesome too.
Wang Yueyao met Zhang Qilin's expectant eyes and nodded: "Okay."
"You all can."
Hei Xia Zi put on his sunglasses again to cover the slightly red corners of his eyes, thinking that it was his mother who was blessing him.
Dumb, just follow the blind man and enjoy your life.
It turns out this is what kindness that doesn't require any price feels like.
Wang Yueyao turned around and took out a dark blue hardcover manual with the national emblem and the three silver Song-style characters "Special Management Bureau" printed on it from an inconspicuous drawer nearby, and placed it on the table with a "pa".
"Here, take a look at this first." She said in a normal tone, "'Special Phenomena and Ability Management Bureau Work Manual (Internal Trial Version)', referred to as 'Special Management Bureau Manual'."
Fatty Wang came over and opened it curiously: "Wow! Sister, you still have this thing?"
It was also the first time he saw it. After all, Yueyue knew the rules. Since her sister took it out, it meant that she could see it.
He understands confidentiality agreements.