Why it never ends

Chapter 1089 Discovery

Kovicik's voice was almost cut off abruptly, and as Meisnan sighed with a slight smile, he felt that his silence seemed to be filled with splattered blood and flesh.

"...your pen, this is a gift from Jane..."

Mei Sinan's expression became confused at this moment: "Are you saying that this pen has been with Jane before?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Kovicik said angrily, his cheeks flushed red, "What makes you say this pen is yours?"

Mei Sinan smiled and took the pen. He gently pressed a button on the tip of the pen, and this somewhat old signing pen suddenly started singing a nursery rhyme.

"This is a gift from the church." Meisnan said, "I used it when I was in District 14... Maybe Jane accidentally took the wrong one."

In a rage, Kovicik hid the pen back and stomped it to pieces in front of Meisnan.

Mei Sinan did not react during the whole process. He looked at the man in front of him who suddenly collapsed in astonishment and froze in place.

Some people nearby had already noticed the changes here, the voices of people talking were getting lower, and people were looking over here more or less. Kovicik's remaining sanity prevented him from continuing his outburst, but he could no longer endure this night.

He casually threw the plate in his hand onto the table beside him, took two steps back in panic, and finally ran towards the exit quickly, like a defeated dog escaping from the center of a fight.

"Mr. Kovicik..."

Meisnan stood there at a loss, following Kovicik's eyes until he disappeared through the door.

Oh.

It seems like something was done wrong.

……

“So how much did you donate?”

In the sofa area of ​​the terrace, Hesta sat next to Sophie, and Stella sat on the other side of the girl, and the three of them looked very relaxed.

"I can't quite remember the exact number, probably around two million." Sophie put down her glass. "This money will be used by the Gospel Association for the subsequent medical treatment of children in District 12..."

"You should set up a foundation yourself." Stella said, "This much money is enough."

"But I don't understand these things. I believe——"

"This is not a question of belief, this is a question of execution and accountability!" Stella knocked hard on the table, "Sister, answer me honestly, do you want to gain some worldly honor through donations, or do you want to really change something with this money--"

Without waiting for Sophie to answer, Stella continued, "I know you must really want to change something, so you should take the initiative to take responsibility and control all the money in your own hands! Find out the purpose of each sum of money - you don't even need to really know the purpose of each sum of money, but you need to ensure that if one day you are interested in any of the expenses, you will never be waiting for perfunctory evasion. Do you know how to do this?"

Stella's passion shocked Sophie greatly: "...I can do it myself."

Stella’s eyes were satisfied and regretful: “That’s right.”

Sophie sighed thoughtfully, and Stella looked at Sophie. A thought lingered in her mind - why are there so many inheritance lotteries and so many lucky people in the world? Why hasn't there been a similar Easter egg that can explode in her life? "Do you know how to run it?" Hesta said suddenly.

"I haven't cooked it myself, but I have watched it." Stella said, "After all, I have done some industry research before-"

"Let's go back and talk." Hesta said.

Meisnan walked around the room and finally found the three missing people through the window next to the terrace. He came to the sofa area with a small tray and nervously sat down on the single sofa next to it - next to Hesta.

Suddenly, someone called Sophie's name in the distance. Sophie stood up immediately. She turned around and said to Hesta, "Someone is looking for me. I'll go over first. Jane, if you have time tonight, can we chat?"

"……sure."

"Then I'll come find you later," Sophie smiled and stood up, looking at Mei Sinan on the side, "Sinan, let's go, the dean is calling us."

Meisnan had barely sat down when Sophie dragged him up. He hesitated and wanted to say hello to Hesta again, but when he turned around, he found that Hesta had turned his head and was talking to Stella in a low voice. Meisnan could only watch himself follow Sophie forward.

…It happens again.

"What did you get?" Hesta asked.

"It seems that these people are not here to gild their reputation," Stella said, "I'll give you a patch on this: the army of District 3 does not allow rapid promotion in a short period of time, and there must be a corresponding number of years between each level of military rank - but this rule is easy to circumvent. As long as you work in an overseas area for a few months, such as coming to District 12, then the rules of District 3 will not apply to you in theory.

"You can jump three levels here. Then, when you return, the authorities will only check whether your overseas promotion documents are complete, and will not care whether your current rank matches your rank before departure."

Hesta's eyebrows moved slightly and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"I was just chatting with someone over there," Stella lowered her voice a little, "There was an officer's wife who kept crying, saying that she couldn't stay here forever because her children were still young and needed to be taken care of. She would have to go back to the third district next month, but other wives comforted her, saying that they could bring their children here for vacation in a few years when their children grew up. This shows that their husbands will continue to stay here in the future - they are not here for promotion, they will stay here for several years.

"Then the question is, why did Arevalo want so many officers here?"

“…There is military action.”

Stella spread her hands and made a "that's it" gesture.

Hesta glanced in the window: "This group of people coming here all look very young."

"It shows that this old governor is very patient." Stella followed Hesta's gaze and said, "If action is needed in the short term, it must be done by experienced middle-aged people, not these young people who don't seem to have been on the battlefield..."

"There's no shortage of battles to fight in District 12," Hesta said.

“Of course there is.” Stella said softly, “A year later, I’m afraid that among those who are drinking and dancing here today, a small number will stay here forever, while the other part will naturally enter the next round of climbing…”

Speaking of this, Stella suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, what is the current position of your old friend in his organization?"