After getting off the plane, Chen Chu left the airport in a car.
The mood became very boring for no reason, just that kind of bland feeling. He felt that he had to change his mood.
This is not good.
Back at the castle, Chen Chu met old Martinson in a wheelchair. He was guarding the door of the hall and seemed to be waiting for him for a long time.
“Hi, old Martinson, are you enjoying the shade?” Chen Chu greeted.
“Hi, boy, welcome back.” Old Martinson opened his hand and gave Chen Chu a hug.
“Boy, I feel like you are in a bad mood, do you need me to do something?”
There are so many people who care about their emotions, which feels great! There seems to be less emptiness and confusion in my heart.
My previous self did not have this kind of treatment!
“No need, I feel like I’m getting better soon.” Chen Chu refused.
Then he moved Old Martinson's hand away, and he sat on the armrest of the wheelchair, holding Old Martinson's shoulders: "Old Martinson, are you ready for a casual trip?"
“Perhaps we can climb the highest and steepest mountains, see the best and most beautiful scenery, and conquer the most dangerous and steepest places.”
"Oh no, no, no, my old bones can't stand the torture anymore." Old Martinson was startled and refused quickly: "If it's like what you said, then I won't survive until the end of the trip."
Chen Chu felt a little regretful: "Hahaha, it just happened suddenly, don't forget it."
Old Martinson had lingering fears. He was really afraid that the system would suddenly jump out and issue a task, which would be really fun.
He was afraid that he was going to die on the road.
Fortunately, the system is not that devilish.
It's a pity that he didn't know what he was missing. Chen Chu had a lot of good things in his hands. Some of these good things not only made him regain his youth, but it couldn't be easier to return his physical fitness to his prime.
Especially the high-quality special crops in the game farm, each one is more effective than the other.
It’s a pity that he missed it.
Chen Chu just had a whim, and after the impulse passed, he stopped mentioning it.
“Let’s not talk about this anymore, Old Martinson, what are we going to eat tonight?” Chen Chu took Old Martinson’s shoulder and patted him.
The old housekeeper who was walking over paused, turned around and left.
At this time, a white man behind him showed an incredible look, Walter Fak!
What did he see, that the old Martinson, known as the Iron-Blooded Slaughter King, could be so close to an Asian at this time?
No, no? !
Just now, the Asian man sat on the armrest of old Mr. Martinson's wheelchair and put his arm around old Mr. Martinson's shoulders, very affectionately... and unrestrainedly.
This is simply... Damn Fuck!
He must be dreaming!
“Thomas, you didn’t see the scene just now, right?” Old Johnny, the butler, stared at Thomas with cloudy eyes and asked seriously.
Thomas, that is, a middle-aged white man, has a tendency to have a breakdown.
After all, in terms of the general trend, the upper levels of the free country, including the grassroots, generally hold a hostile and resistant attitude towards Dahua.
Especially at the top level, they are basically very wary of Dahua.
But now he saw something. He saw that the old Martinson, as the helm of a top consortium, was so close to a big Chinese.
Fuck Fuck! This is not true, is it?
He couldn't accept it.
Why can he recognize that Chen Chu is a Chinese, not a stick devil or a monkey?
A plastic surgery face, a shady little human face, an uncivilized savage.
Faced with Old Johnny's words, he was in a trance for a moment and suddenly came back to his senses: "Uh, okay, I understand." Old Johnny nodded, very satisfied with his answer.
After Thomas came to his senses, he asked: "Old Mr. Johnny, who is that gentleman?"
Old Johnny glanced at him, his eyes full of warning: "Don't inquire about the privacy of these two gentlemen, okay?"
Thomas suddenly became alert and said quickly: "OK OK, I remember it."
But Chen Chu has left a super deep impression on him, an impression that can never be erased.
ˆ˜
Chen Chu looked back at Old Johnny and the middle-aged white man, and asked doubtfully: "Old Martinson, someone seemed to be looking for you just now."
Old Martinson didn't look back: "No, no, no, nothing is more important than chatting with you."
Chen Chu suddenly took a breath: "Old Martinson, it's really easy to get beaten when you talk like this. Let me tell you, you are like an old glass."
Old Martinson repeated it in Chinese: "Old glass? What is old glass?"
“gay!”
Old Martinson suddenly showed a constipated expression and quickly clarified: "No, no, no, although there are many people at the top who are tired of the original xinai and are pursuing new exciting pleasures, so they have all kinds of strange habits.
But I am different, I only like beautiful, young, energetic girls. "
“What a coincidence, so am I.” Chen Chu chuckled.
"Chen, you like girls, are you satisfied with the girls I sent? Those beautiful flight attendants who match your Oriental aesthetics." Old Martinson smiled mysteriously.
"I forgot to tell you, you can do anything to them, even..." Old Martinson smiled like an old pervert: "Their high salary not only pays for the flight attendant job, but also..." They have other added value.”
Chen Chu: “…”
“Get out of here, old Martinson, you old pervert.”
“Hahaha!” Old Martinson laughed, showing his gums which didn’t have many good teeth.
Hmm, he should consider getting dental implants.
It was not good for the body if I did it before, but there is no problem if I do it now.
ˆ˜
Chen Chu returned to school and continued to fish...cross out and go to school.
As a result, in the afternoon of that day, Mr. President called: "Hi, Mr. Chen, are you free to play an adult adventure game?"
Chen Chu: “?”
I figured it out. It turned out that Mr. President was going to participate in a wilderness survival activity and specially invited him to go with him.
As for why Chen Chu was only invited to go with him, Chen Chu knew very well that it was simply because the president wanted to get closer to him.
The marrow cleansing spring should have such charm.
At any rate, he thought it was normal.
"So, Mr. Chen Chu, would you like to join us? This is a rare opportunity." Adams smiled on the other side and extended the invitation again.
This time it was not Adams’ whim, but a systematic task that he carefully prepared to complete.
As for the so-called 'a rare opportunity', it was just a sentence he arranged casually.
Suffice it to say, within the short time he had obtained the fountain, he used it to conquer all classes in the free country.
For people like them, the only way to obtain the wealth (marrow washing spring) that cannot be snatched is through cooperation.
They are also very good at it when it comes to intellectual interests.
So Adams now had the free state in his hands, if only he had the marrow fountain. (End of chapter)