Walk all the way to the river.

The wind was very cold and there were not many people by the river. They sat down on the bench.

"I don't like him."

"who?"

"Zhuang Zekun, the first person in charge of Special Branch," Tang Butian paused, "His words are very vague and seem to have many meanings. I can't understand them."

"He made a promise to you?"

"seem."

"Then you like me?" Jiang You looked at Tang Butian's profile.

"I understand what you said."

"There is always a difference between elegant art and street stall performance," Jiang You took out the candy box, poured two of them out and handed them to Tang Butian, "Elegant art has a threshold, street stall performance has to set a threshold, and people will throw rotten eggs at them.

Yeah, you hit me with your sword, I’m very scared, what if I hit you in the hospital?”

Tang Buyian threw the mint into his mouth.

"What do you mean by trying to break the situation with me?"

"You are young, quite powerful, and don't have many interests entangled with you. I will give you a carrot and let you try. If you win, he will have a good harvest. If you lose, you will get the shriveled carrot.

You are young and ignorant. Go back and be imprisoned for a few years to get a good education." Jiang You put his hands in his pockets and saw a look of enlightenment on Tang Butian's face.

He emphasized: "I'm just going to make a guess. Don't take street stall literature seriously."

"But I think so."

"You're not at a loss either."

"Yes."

"The wind makes me have a headache," Jiang You stood up, "There's a nice bar nearby. Let's go sit there for a while."

"good."

After walking along the river for more than fifty meters, they turned into Bar Street on the opposite corner of Cultural Street.

The name of the bar is Zebra Time.

The decoration is mainly black and white.

It was just after 8 o'clock and there were very few people in the store.

I found a seat in the corner and ordered two cups of roux and plum-pickled tomatoes.

Pink, tender and very sweet.

Under the dim light, Tang Butian looked a little depressed.

"How are the preparations for Level 4 going?"

"Can't pass."

"You've only studied for a few months. You'll be ready for the exam next year."

“Is the job of a charity difficult?”

"It's difficult and tiring," Jiang You took a sip of wine. "It requires 100% concentration. You deal with many people every day. When you sleep, your dreams are all about what happened during the day. You have to recall what you said over and over again.

With my tone and expression, I did a lot of things, and it seemed that every one of them was very important, and I had to go all out, but it also seemed that these things were meaningless at all, and the meaning of eating and sleeping became just to survive, and I was terribly tired."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, I used to be very diligent," Jiang You suddenly smiled, "I wasn't the one who complained about suffering and tiredness at that time."

Tang Butian ate a plum-pickled cherry tomato and his lips were stained red.

"So, boss, please don't let me use my brain in the future, okay?" Jiang You supported his chin with his right hand, "When I think about something now, my brain hurts. I have almost no information, and no one can use it. I rely on experience.

Guess, most of them will ignore the most important clues. Well, this is also a rule of thumb..."

"No." Tang Butian refused cleanly.

"The superiors exploit the subordinates, and this is true everywhere."

Tang Butian ate half a plate of cherry tomatoes, and she asked, "Is it okay to just wander in?"

"Otherwise, what else can you do? Besides fighting, what else can you do?"

"I know what to do," Jiang You said as he watched Tang Butian drink up the rest of the wine in the glass. Then she stood up, with the light floating in her eyes, "I won't be convinced."

"You're not drunk, are you?"

"No."

"Now is a society ruled by law."

"As long as they take action first, you can use your brain less."
Chapter completed!