Chapter 475, Mutton Bun
In the hands of this Green Harvest Group, there was also a transcendent organization called the Knights, but this Knights organization was also not involved in the competition for resources, and had been searching for something for over a hundred years.
Then it talked about the mob as an organization, from the earlier years when it was only to fight against nuclear weapons, to now the organization’s platform has been quietly changed.
The patrons in the tavern were all old repeat customers, so they had heard many of the stories told by the storyteller, and so when they heard the repetitive stories, they looked disinterested and just drank.
Only Ren Xiaosu listened attentively from beginning to end, and some of the diners beside him couldn’t help but look at him, because this level of consumption in the tavern wasn’t something that anyone could come to just because they wanted to, and when there was suddenly a rich face in the market town, everyone would always pay more attention to it.
But they found, this Ren Xiaosu every day just sit there alone to listen to the story, and did not intend to have any interactions with them, the township gentry secretly muttered in their hearts, a bureaucratic children fleeing from the disaster, sooner or later to sit and eat nothing.
Ren Xiaosu here with the world every day to listen to the story, life has become unusually calm, until one day he brought on the body of the worn out cell phone suddenly received a text message: 67 barriers, C, the receiver to reply.
This text message is very puzzling, Ren Xiaosu also ignored it, now he are using this cell phone as a camera, is in the fresh period.
Ren Xiaosu with this cell phone, see the good-looking sunset to take a shot, see the tavern in the sumptuous mutton steamed buns also want to take a shot, he thought of the future to see the six yuan, you can give the six yuan to look at the picture, so that he knows the legendary mutton steamed buns is what it looks like.
The steamed buns in the tavern were different from the roadside stalls in the market town, more expensive and with meat.
After sitting there and ordering the steamed buns, the store’s staff would also give the guests two pieces of cake to break by themselves, the more broken the better.
Some people say that if you don’t break them yourself, or if you don’t break them well enough, the chef in the back kitchen will secretly spit into your bowl ……
On this day, Ren Xiaosu came to the tavern and suddenly found that Mr. Storyteller didn’t come, he was curious and asked the store mate, “Where is Mr. Storyteller?”
He asked the shopkeeper, “Where’s Mr. Storyteller?” The shopkeeper laughed, “You’re a new customer, you don’t know, but the old man doesn’t come here every day, and he takes a break once in a while, so it depends on his mood.”
Ren Xiaosu said, “This is no good, he is still waiting to hear the story, so he decisively asked the fellow where the storyteller lived, and went to knock on the door to call Mr. Storyteller to come over to tell the story.
That old man was also confused: “Young man, I do this line of storytelling is to not go to work in the factory, you this come, I suddenly have a kind of when I was not yet blind, the feeling of working in the factory ……”
This said, Ren Xiaosu are a little embarrassed, but heard the old man sighed again: “Before I heard people say you come every day, I thought you are thinking of my granddaughter, but now it seems that you really want to listen to the story ah. Tell me, which story do you really want to hear? Let’s not go to the tavern today, the story you want to hear, I may not dare to tell it in front of so many people.”
The little girl next to him was a bit shy and hid in the inner room, while Ren Xiaosu was stunned, he suddenly realized that although this old man’s eyes were blind, his heart was not blind.
This world is really strange, some people’s eyes are not blind, but they can’t see the truth of the matter.
Ren Xiaosu heard this and stopped hiding, he said bluntly, “Old master, I want to hear the story of Anjing Temple.”
Mr. Storyteller laughed, “That’s not something ordinary people should hear.”
“Do you see me as ordinary?”
“That’s right, you’re not ordinary, so I’ll tell you about it.”
The Anjing Temple was not really established for a long time, but it was extraordinarily mysterious from the time it first appeared, and its power was not something it blew out of proportion, but over the years, there was really no task that the Anjing Temple couldn’t accomplish.
Only the top assassins in this world would have the opportunity to join the Anjing Temple, and the Anjing Temple would not only issue missions to these assassins, but would also protect their safety and provide facilities.
“Legend has it that Anjing Temple killed the biological father of the first son of a small consortium, that’s that Uncle Wang, is this true?” Ren Xiaosu was curious.
“It’s true,” Mr. Storyteller nodded with a smile.
“Then after completing the Anjing Temple’s quest, is it possible to get them to help with a thing of equal value, such as helping to find someone?” Ren Xiaosu asked.
“Yes,” Mr. Storyteller laughed, “So you don’t want to kill people, but to find them.”
“If I kill someone, I can just do it myself,” Ren Xiaosu said calmly, and at this moment, the huge confidence between those words came out.
But Mr. Storyteller didn’t take it to heart, and only lamented, “Times have indeed changed.”
Ren Xiaosu asked again, “Do you think this Anjing Temple is a good or bad organization? I’m not trying to deliberately define them, but if I want them to help me find someone, I always need to know if they are reliable or not.”
Ren Xiaosu was worried that if he entrusted Anjing Temple to find someone, he would instead threaten Dao Wang Fugui’s safety and theirs.
Mr. Storyteller thought for a moment and said, “Over the years Anjing Temple kills people with a clear target, historically the killings have a reason why the other party should die, and many of them are the main warring radicals of each consortium, for the important figures of the conservatives instead they only take protection missions to help them remove some assassins, but because of the extremely high cost, Anjing Temple has seldom struck out in person in recent years. ”
“Not personally strike? Then who is allowed to strike?” Ren Xiaosu froze for a moment.
“Some assassins waiting for selection,” Mr. Storyteller laughed, “Anjing Temple had issued a batch of cell phones a few years ago, and it was said that the cell phones could only receive and send text messages and take pictures, and receive and send text messages for the purpose of releasing missions, and after releasing a mission, Anjing Temple would wait for a reply to see if anyone would be willing to take it, and mark the danger level , what level of assassin can only take what kind of mission, and the photo taking function has only one use, that is, you use the cell phone to take a photo of the corpse after the mission is completed, and the photo will be automatically sent to Anjing Temple.”
Ren Xiaosu completely froze when she heard this, cell phone? A cell phone that only has the ability to receive text messages and take photos? Texting to receive quests and labeling the level?
Didn’t he have one in his own hand!
It’s just that the old man said that after taking a photo, the cell phone would automatically send the photo to Anjingji ……
Ren Xiaosu reminisced about the mutton buns in his photo album and suddenly fell into deep contemplation.
I’m afraid that the people of Anjing Temple didn’t think that they would receive this kind of photo ……
“Haha, how amazing,” Ren Xiaosu laughed awkwardly.
The old man continued, “Completing a series of tasks will allow you to rise from D to A rank before you are qualified to participate in the official selection of Anjing Temple.”
Ren Xiaosu suddenly wondered, “Old Master how do you know these things, unusual people don’t tell these stories to the public, right, how true is it?”
Mr. Storyteller paused for a moment and laughed, “How do you think my eyes, are blind?”