My imagination has come true

Chapter 39

The antique lanterns in the courtyard almost turn the night into day.

Mu Qingyun turned around and looked over. On the Xiaoxiaofang table, two computers flashed dazzlingly.

On the computer screen on the left, a line of slightly hideous words suddenly flashed quickly - "Damn, you are so stubborn, how can you be so unreasonable!"

"Hey, I don't like getting angry, especially when I'm not angry with children, but this child is always thinking about taking shortcuts. Really, I did psychological counseling for Mr. Qiao back then, and it didn't take that much trouble."

"Add money!"

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Joe's two teams of psychologists missed on one person.

Qiao Qing was a little helpless: "This kid can be regarded as determined, which is rare."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

On the computer screen on the right, words flashed continuously.

Qiao Qing simply turned the screen over to show Mu Qingyun: "Once Gao Xiaowei loses control, all the candidates who may be affected are here. At present, Zhao Yang's family is the one with the highest risk factor."

Countless possibilities are listed on the big screen in an instant, and finally summarized into a few.

Mu Qingyun frowned: "The Zhao family is likely to be eliminated physically?"

On the big screen is the answer given by Qiao's artificial intelligence based on the various conditions that Qiao Qing input.

Qiao Group's artificial intelligence is already quite advanced, relying on supercomputers with astonishing computing speeds, the results obtained are quite reliable, and few people in the Ming Dynasty would doubt this.

She couldn't help being speechless, and after thinking about it carefully, she also agreed.

In this script, Gao Xiaowei always creates all kinds of accidents whenever he uses the thing of "refining fakes into real fragrance", and directly destroys everything that hinders Gao Xiaowei's lies from becoming true.

"Really, it's annoying."

Mu Qingyun took out the Zhao family's information from the folder on the ground and looked through it.

Zhao Yang's grandfather, Zhao Shizhen, has retired. Before retiring, he was a historian and was very famous in the Ming Dynasty.Grandma is Qiao Wenshu. Grandma Qiao is Grandpa Zhao's younger sister and a historian.

His father was in business, and the small business he ran was not large, but it was running well, and he was a major taxpayer in the city.

Mother is a middle school teacher.

Generally speaking, the Zhao family is rich, but they are just ordinary rich people. Not to mention the habit of hiring bodyguards, they often go out without a driver assistant.

Look at Zhao Yang, he rides his bicycle to and from school most of the time, or takes the bus, and occasionally his parents drive him off when they are free.

Qiao Qing shook his head: "No defense at all."

Mu Qingyun was helpless, who would have thought that he would have another inexplicable enemy like 'Gao Xiaowei', and it would be impossible for him to detect unscientific things happening around him.

Who did Zhao Yang recruit and who did he offend?
She likes a quiet study life.

The thing in Gao Xiaowei's hand that shouldn't exist made her feel uncomfortable.The unlucky one today might be Zhao Yang, but tomorrow it might be me.

"There are three left."

Mu Qingyun pondered, "Should I remind Grandma Qiao to be careful and ask her to hire a few bodyguards?"

Qiao Qing nodded: "There must be bodyguards, but ordinary ones are not."

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows: "How many would Mr. Qiao recommend?"

Qiao Qing sighed: "I've tried several times. But I can't recommend it. This family is very careless."

He paused, shook his head, "It seems that I have some responsibility."

Zhao Yang's grandma, Qiao Wenshu, was somewhat close to him, but they were already quite distant, and most of the Zhao family's juniors didn't know about it.

But even so, Qiao Qing was like a towering giant tree, blocking many open and hidden arrows for the Zhao family.

The Zhao family's family business is not big, and they are safe with a small fortune, and they have a smooth journey. Of course, they don't have the experience and concepts to deal with these.

Qiao Qing was thoughtful, "Sense of crisis should never be lost."

When he was fighting against the "Xiang" with the clothing company, he had done experiments, and the "Xiang" was in the hands of Gao Xiaowei, probably it was really not on the stage, it could not be seen, or there were other constraints, but the opponent of the "Xiang" was careful enough, Those accidents will become much more relaxed.

It's not really completely irresistible.

It is impossible in the world to have things that cannot be dealt with at all, even destiny can change them.

Qiao Qing looked rather cold: "But it is impossible for us to tell the Zhao family the truth directly."

As he spoke, he glanced at Mu Qingyun, quite a bit of a warning.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Seeing her strange expression, Jia Junhao looked at the time and said helplessly, "Hurry up and go to bed, won't you be able to go to self-study tomorrow?"

Although he didn't know the specific situation, he didn't worry too much.

Mr. Qiao is well prepared, what else can go wrong?
Mu Qingyun quickly washed up, shrank into the warm quilt and fell asleep.

At night, I had several bizarre dreams in a row. I dreamed that the dark sea water was pouring down, and the huge waves were surging to the sky. I also dreamed that the earth was cracked and flames shot out from the cracks in the ground. I dreamed that the rabbit was as tall as a person and had two big fangs. Can crush human bones.

Messy and illogical.

Waking up the next day, Mu Qingyun drank two large bowls of sweet soy milk to feel refreshed.

Today, Teacher Jia didn't go to school because of something, so Mu Qingyun went out to get on the bus by himself. When he got to the bus stop, he saw Zhao Yang.

With his schoolbag on his back, Zhao Yang was talking to Grandma Qiao and a middle-aged man with his head turned sideways.

The middle-aged man was wearing a long beige trench coat, and he looked like Zhao Yang, obviously his father.

"Student Mu."

When Zhao Yang saw Mu Qingyun, he was both surprised and happy, "Are you going to school? Just drop by, together?"

Mu Qingyun blinked, turned around and walked over.

"You're classmate Mu, right? I've heard this brat from our family talking about you all the time. Classmate Mu is the only one that this brat in our family can't forget, and is willing to admit that he's on equal footing with him."

Zhao Yang's face turned red all of a sudden.

Mu Qingyun greeted generously: "Grandma Qiao, Uncle Zhao."

Grandma Qiao couldn't help laughing, took Mu Qingyun's schoolbag, sent her to the car, and said with a smile: "How can this be compared? Our Yangyang is still a student."

Zhao Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Mom, it's as if Mr. Mu is not a student."

"That's really different."

Grandma Qiao smiled with crooked eyebrows.

When the car was driving, Uncle Zhao was very good at talking, even the animations and TV series that the students like to watch recently, he could chat clearly and logically.

Not long after, when it came to talking about some unsophisticated opponents in business recently, Mu Qingyun's eyes flickered slightly, and he took the opportunity to say: "Uncle Zhao, I heard from Zhao Yang that your family doesn't hire bodyguards, so you are doing well in business She's so old, Xiao Taozi is young at home, and Grandma Qiao and the others are getting older, shouldn't they hire more bodyguards..."

Before finishing a sentence, Mr. Zhao and Zhao Yang both laughed.

Zhao Yang whispered: "Hey, my dad is going crazy, don't mind."

Sure enough, Mr. Zhao patted his arm enthusiastically: "What kind of bodyguards do you want? In the Ming Dynasty, we don't dare to stand on the stage with any messy things. Besides, don't underestimate your Uncle Zhao, my old guys! There are bodyguards at home, and few of them can beat me!"

"I exercise every day, and I have learned jujitsu and wrestling seriously. Look at your uncle and my muscles. There are really bad guys. They are also here to deliver food."

Mr. Zhao had a smile on his face, even when facing Mu Qingyun, he didn't have to deal with it at all, "Reality is not a novel, it's not a TV series, and there are not so many swords and swords. We do business in harmony and make money. We really don't need to be like those overbearing bosses on TV. , stand behind two rows of black suits and black sunglasses to play awe-inspiring."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

She tried several times to dig out the sense of crisis in the Zhao family, but all failed.

Then she understood, indeed, as Mr. Qiao said, Zhao Yang was such a meticulous student, and his whole family was actually a madman.

(End of this chapter)