Mystery Makes Me Strong

Xie Yanjie rolled his eyes, and then said: "Everyone knows that there will be no pies in the sky, now that several trading doors suddenly descend, how can you be sure that those people will use them wantonly? Instead of fearing hidden dangers, seal them up? "

"If it is only given to one family, it is very likely that this kind of thing will happen. There have been similar things in history. Some technologies have been sealed up and not used." Xie Zangyue nodded first, then shook his head, "But now they are given 6 One, one family, they will definitely compete to use it, because those who don't use it will fall behind the world..."

"Understood, this is the Prisoner's Dilemma." Xie Yanjie thought for a while, and suddenly realized, "These people have their own contradictions, and it is impossible to cooperate. They can only make the worst choice."

"We are all prisoners, prisoners of this small world and short time." Xie Zangyue picked up a cup of tea, without the slightest complacency.

What is there to be proud of?

It's just a temporary victory, how can it be compared to someone who is leisurely watching the victory or defeat?

That's the real winner out of the cage.

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In Dongshui City, Wenren was promoted to his home.

In the living room, there was an awkward atmosphere.

Wen Rensheng's family gathered together to welcome Wang Cuiyan, who had just become a grandmother.

"You said this baby brought back from Mount Tai is my grandson? It's obviously not a normal person!" Wang Cuiyan's voice was a little loud, but it could still be seen from her face that she was trying to control herself.

After all, this is not her home.

"Yes, although it has nothing to do with you and me in terms of blood relationship, it is a gift from God, even better than blood relationship. Both Fuxi and Liu Bang were born in this way." Wang Wenwen spoke eloquently.

"Hmph, don't lie to me, wait for me to make a call." Wang Cuiyan took out her mobile phone, and she could tell if it was true or not by using the prophecy.

She didn't believe the videos that the other party showed her just now. She got close to the vortex and spit out a baby. The videos can also be faked. She still knows a little about various shooting techniques.

Wang Wenwen sat on the sofa hugging the fat baby in his spare time. The fat baby held his thumb in his mouth and looked curiously at the old woman who scolded his mother...

Others sat with him, but it was hard to talk.

Although I don't know what the truth is, it is definitely not Wang Wenwensheng's. After all, we live under the same roof every day, which can still be determined.

There is not a day when you don't jump around, how can you have a baby?

On the contrary, Wang Cuiyan apologized to everyone after finishing the phone call: "Sorry, everyone, this is a private matter of my family, and I have disturbed everyone's cleanliness."

"It's okay, we're all friends, we can't say whether to disturb or not, but after all, I'm just a child, and I have to discuss it if there is anything." Ouyang Ling said, as she is also a woman, she is more suitable to say such words .

Wang Cuiyan nodded first, and then gave Wang Wenwen a sneaky look.

Originally, I thought that the other party would get the moon first in Wen Rensheng's house, but now it's good, the moon is gone, and the baby is the first to be near the water...

If it wasn't for her being absolutely sure that others would not fall in love with her daughter, and she would definitely not do such a thing based on the other party's character, she would have to doubt it first.

It's just that there are some troubles in terms of reputation.

Fortunately, everyone is a heterogeneous person, and no one cares about the above things, let alone gossip.

Ordinary people are afraid of gossip, but they are still worried about affecting their work and life. How can people of different races worry about this?

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Cuiyan's phone rang again amidst everyone's expectations.

"Sister Wang, I checked it for you just now, and the result is unpredictable. Although I can't be sure if it's true, but I guarantee that it's not your girl who can make it up casually." A somewhat immature male voice sounded.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Huang." Wang Cuiyan thanked her.

"Let me just say, this is a gift from God, how could it be predicted by you casually?" Wang Wenwen's face was smug, but his heart was relieved.

I didn't expect Zhao Han to be so powerful, this seemingly ordinary girl, what she said was true--if it involves Wen Rensheng, if she directly predicted it, it would be invalid.

This is her greatest strength.

"Okay, I still have reservations, but you are still young and have just grown up. I will take care of the child. After you become an expert, we will talk about custody." Wang Cuiyan could not refuse.

The fat baby in Wang Wenwen's hands suddenly felt cold for some reason...

"Uh, it's fine, but you have to be nice to my son and stop being so strict." Wang Wenwen said and pushed the fat baby towards Wang Cuiyan.

The fat baby stared at her with big innocent eyes, as if saying, so ruthless?

Wang Cuiyan was also taken aback. She thought that the other party would not let her out, but she didn't expect to be so straightforward. Could it be that she really has a clear conscience?

Wang Wenwen held his head high, thinking to himself: I have confidence in that guy Wen Rensheng, you can't easily see through what he makes.

"That's all right, Mr. Wang, stay and have dinner together." Wen Rende, who hadn't panted all this time, was finally relieved. He was really worried that the two of them would have a quarrel at home, which would be really shameful.

"Then I will trouble you." Wang Cuiyan smiled awkwardly but politely, and bowed slightly to everyone, expressing apology.

"In any case, since everyone is a heterogeneous person, it's better to get along well and be more comfortable. After all, we will spend hundreds of years together in the future." Wen Rende said with a smile.

Wang Cuiyan nodded, and then the living room finally returned to the previous warm atmosphere.

Wen Rensheng, who had been silent for a long time, stood up now: "Then you are busy, I will give the students homework for the summer vacation."

"Manager Wenren, you are really hardworking. You really are a role model for employees. Your hard work is done where others can't see it. Others only see that you leave work at a certain time, but they don't see that you never distinguish between get off work and commute." Wang Cuiyan praised after hearing this. .

"It's not bad." Wen Rensheng accepted this kind of cheap praise in full.

After Wen Rensheng left, Wang Cuiyan chatted enthusiastically with other people in the living room.

"The black and white vortex that appeared on the top of Dongyue, you guys should know the internal situation?" She was talking about the most popular topic in the circle of aliens.

"I've heard a lot from the children. It seems that if you invest in handicrafts, you can get some returns." Wen Rende said ambiguously.

"It's almost like that. It's similar to the information I have. An ocean cemetery and a black and white vortex. The former needs to practice puppetry, and the latter needs to practice miscellaneous studies such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. They have presented us with quite a challenge." Wang Cuiyan reminded.

"Yeah, we are a couple. I'm fine. I still have some artistic talent. Although I can't be considered a master, I can always write a few poems. She can't do it, and her mind is full of frames." Wen Rende pointed at The wife laughed.

"Tch, it sounds like you are capable. I don't know what you are capable of..." Of course Ouyang Ling knew his details.

She couldn't believe that her husband suddenly became a great poet. After a little investigation, she knew that it was her son's credit that was stolen by the old man.

But in front of outsiders, she naturally wouldn't speak out to disrupt the situation.

"Well, poetry and Fu, these things that used to be used only for self-cultivation, but at this moment, they are real money." Wang Cuiyan nodded.

"Mom, that thing can sell for a lot of money before, as long as it is done well enough." Wang Wenwen interjected.

"Ah, it seems that I have to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in the future... I feel very embarrassed to learn painting from you." Zhao Han suddenly had a headache.

"Don't worry, we are good buddies. I will teach you well in the future and make sure you become a great abstract painter." Wang Wenwen patted his chest and said.