Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 55 Master and Servant
As the signal linked to the night owl scout was disconnected, the surveillance screen projected on the floor-to-ceiling windows disappeared simultaneously, revealing the coquettish and magnificent city night scene outside the window.

The constantly flashing red and blue neon lights reflected on Gu Yong's black eyes, revealing a taste of desire.

"Gu Jia, the person you chose is quite angry."

Gu Jia stood behind Gu Yong with lowered brows and narrowed eyes. On his face, there was an unhealed knife mark extending from the corner of his eye to his jaw, which added a bit of ferocity to his already rough appearance.

"It's a bit older, do you want me to lower the fire for him?"

Gu Yong flicked his sleeves, and smiled nonchalantly, "No need, how can a bloodless person charge forward for us? A martial artist, I can understand. There are all kinds of injustices in the world, and I will fix the world with my fist. Isn't that what they used to love most."

"And you used someone else to catch fish in Songpanwei. If you don't let him vent your anger, I'm afraid you won't feel at ease and work hard."

Gu Jia showed concern, "If there is no punishment, will he think that since he was promoted to the Wuba Group, there is nothing he can do about him, and he will act recklessly in the future?"

"He, Li Jun, doesn't have this ability yet."

Gu Yong, who was dressed as a Confucian scholar, walked to the desk with square steps, rolled up his sleeves, picked up an ink ingot, and slowly ground it in the inkstone.

"The big clans in Zhili in the north and south supported a lot of people from the rivers and lakes who fled back then. Almost all of them were from the sect of Zheng Miaohong. These people couldn't make it to the sky. They can only be honestly sent to be slaves under the fence. What kind of trouble can a little Wu Ba cause?"

Gu Jia complimented: "What the young master said is that this river and lake is so far-reaching that it can't compare to the temple reaching the sky, and martial arts is already a thing of the past."

"However, capital crimes can be avoided, but living crimes cannot be escaped."

Gu Yong suddenly changed the subject, "He has broken the rules of the group. As soon as the recommendation is over, let him be implanted with a biochip and sent to the north for sale. Those young masters and ladies in the big gate like to keep a pet like this."

"Implanting a chip will pollute pure flesh and blood, and cut off the way to advance in martial arts. I'm afraid the price will be cut in half."

"Don't focus all your attention on money, safety is the first priority. The things we sell in Shudao Logistics must not have potential safety hazards."

"What the young master taught me is that my vision is still too shallow." Gu Jia clasped his fists and bowed, nodding repeatedly.

Gu Yong's movement of grinding ink suddenly stopped, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "And I heard that people of the Martial Dao sequence are very good at doing housework, isn't this another price increase?"

Gu Jia laughed a few times very cooperatively, moved to the table, and asked softly: "Then how do you reply from the master's house? After all, Qian Jindong is the nephew of the chief housekeeper, so I'm afraid it won't work if I don't give an explanation."

Gu Yong didn't take it seriously, "Isn't Li Jun already thinking about how to answer for you? Just colluding with Tianfu Heavy Industry to eat inside and outside, is enough for Qian Jindong to die a hundred times."

"I'm afraid the big housekeeper won't believe it."

"Don't believe me?" Gu Yong snorted coldly, "Then let the master send someone to investigate thoroughly, and you ask that old guy if he dares?"

There was a trace of regret in Gu Yong's eyes, "It's a pity that Li Jun's attack was too heavy, and he beheaded with a single knife. Otherwise, if Qian Jindong's consciousness is pulled out and thrown into our private prison, I'm afraid we can pry out interesting news."

Hearing the word 'private prison', Gu Jia's back suddenly felt cold, and his originally heavy back immediately bent a little bit more.

A powerful private prison, a place where people cannibalize.

"But the security department in your hand should be rectified."

"Tianfu Heavy Industry's four operations, although there are also wastes like Luo Shihu who rely on precious money to throw them up, but they are all Sequence Eight followers after all. Look at the people under your command, what kind of goods are they!"

"The subordinates know their mistakes, and the subordinates know their mistakes."

After being reprimanded, Gu Jia looked aggrieved, "You know, Young Master Yong, that anyone with a status in the master's house likes to send their relatives to the group."

"If you turn them all away, these people will definitely gossip in the master's house, and I'm worried that it will affect your reputation, young master."

A gleam flashed in Gu Yong's eyes, "Then according to what you said, I still want to thank you for sharing my worries?"

"The villain doesn't dare. The security department is now mixed with fish and dragons. It's all my fault. I'm willing to be punished."

Gu Jia's tone was terrified, he bent his legs, straightened up and slammed down.

"Okay, don't give me this."

Gu Yong scolded, his tone softened, and he comforted him: "I don't blame you for the matter of the security department. The master throws people over, and you can't do it if you don't follow."

"But now the recommendation is the most important thing. The garbage in the security department must be clean. Otherwise, if we miss the important event of the master's family in Shubei, we can't afford to go around."

Gu Jia's expression became serious when he heard the words, and he asked tentatively, "Is the Shubei matter settled?"

"The master's family has already sent people to check it out. It is indeed the brain tissue section of the number one scholar."

At this moment, ink has been ground out of the inkstone, Gu Yong took the brush and dipped it in the ink, spread out the ink, and dropped the pen on his wrist, like a dragon and a snake, all done in one go.

Gu Yong admired his work, and said with a smile: "This is a good thing that can't be bought even with the treasures of the Ming Dynasty."

The laughter was full of deep meaning, Gu Jia immediately raised his eyes to look at the book case, and saw a well-defined "struggle" character on the pale yellow rice paper.

The word is like a person, Gu Jia immediately understood, and said with a smile: "If such a fragile thing is lost in the competition, the master will not blame us, right?"

Gu Yong nodded, "That's not true, Master Gu Xi is also a sensible person. And with his talent, using this brain tissue slice is just icing on the cake."

Gu Jia chuckled, "If that's the case, then we can let our hands go."

"Gu Jia, do you know what I like most about you? It's your loyalty and courage."

Gu Yong put down his brush, and raised his eyes to stare at the respectful old slave in front of him.

"The old slave is willing to be driven by Yong Shaoma, and he is so heartbroken that he will die." Gu Jia looked solemn.

Gu Yong walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, stopped and stared out of the window like a dark storm.

"I, Gu Yong, have longed for the way of Confucian sages all my life. Unfortunately, I am not talented enough. I can only rely on the Six Arts chip to step into the sequence of Confucianism and Taoism."

"I am willing to join the money-smelling business of merchants and hide my strength for so many years, just to change my talents and return to official career one day."

At this moment, in Gu Jia's eyes, an inexplicable arrogance suddenly emanated from this scholar wearing a Confucian shirt.

That is resentment against the injustice of the sky, and unwillingness to one's own destiny.

"As long as you get things done this time, when I return to the master's house, it will be the day when you, Gu Jia, will be in charge of Shu Dao Logistics."

Gu Jia's square face suddenly turned red, and he clasped his fists and said loudly: "This old slave will never let Young Master Yong down!"

(End of this chapter)