Chapter 361 What Does a Special Engineering Spirit Look Like?

"I tried to find this friend, and she later found out that I was looking for her, so she called me."

"She said: Don't look for me. I didn't do this to make you grateful to me. I just didn't like it."

"I insisted on thanking her. She said that if I need you in the future, I will look for you."

"After that, she hung up the phone," the old man said. "I called back and was told that the number was unavailable."

"This wait is seven years."

"Over the years, I have forgotten many things, but I have never forgotten her voice."

"When I received her call, I didn't dare to acknowledge it."

"Because her timbre has not changed, but her voice has become a little softer."

The old man's hearing was quite acute.

Jiang Qilan couldn't help but be curious: Is Cheng Ling's original voice the same as now?

It's definitely different. Jiang Qilan had an intuition.

So when she called the old man, did she imitate her old voice?

——So, what does a special engineering spirit look like?

The old man continued to speak, and Jiang Qilan immediately retracted his thoughts and listened carefully.

"...She casually mentioned a few key points, which reassured me."

"She said she needed my help. She said that in a few hours, an Asian man would come here looking for a boat. He was going to country Y. The characteristic is that this man is very handsome and has good skills. She invited me To help you.”

"She also transferred a large amount of money to my account."

"Sir, how can I still collect money from her?" the old man said, "Then I am too unfaithful. So please tell her and ask her to give me an account and I will return the money to her."

Cheng Ling has always been forward-looking in his work.

Logically speaking, she had given the old man such a great favor, so she should not give him any more money...

Giving money will hurt the dignity of the elderly.

But Cheng Ling did this.

Jiang Qilan couldn't understand at the moment, but he firmly believed that Cheng Ling had her reasons.

"Sir," Jiang Qilan said, "please accept this money. I think this friend may still need your help."

"If you don't give me money, won't I stop helping?" The old man was a little unhappy.

Jiang Qilan said: "Perhaps the thing she wants you to help requires money? She considers things very carefully."

The old man suddenly said: "From your tone, you know her very well?"

Jiang Qilan was very cautious.

He was silent. Didn't answer the old man's question.

The old man laughed loudly: "Young man, don't be nervous. I just want to know, what kind of person is she?"

what kind of person?

What kind of person is Cheng Ling?

Thinking of Cheng Ling, the usually stern lines on Jiang Qilan's face softened, and his voice also had a hint of gentleness:

"She is the most beautiful person in the world. She is brave, kind, smart, and generous..."

"If there is a god in this world, it must be her."

A smile as bright as a chrysanthemum bloomed on the old man's wrinkled face.

"Thank the sun god," he said.

The two came to the dark blue cargo ship that the old man pointed at before.

This cargo ship transports agricultural products such as coffee beans, sugar cane, and sisal. It is relatively clean and exudes the aroma of coffee beans and the sweetness of sugar cane.

"Please come on board," said the old man.

Jiang Qilan bowed slightly: "Thank you."

The old man followed him onto the boat and walked straight to the deck.

There was a deck chair next to the deck, and lying on it was a tall, white-skinned man with a curly beard.

He covered his face with a bucket hat.

Feeling the shaking of the ship as someone moved around, the man in the lounge chair reached out and removed the hat from his face.

He has a very exaggerated hooked nose and blue eyes.

When the hook-nosed man saw the old man, his pupils trembled, and he immediately stood up and stood with his hands lowered respectfully:

"Why are you here?"

It can be seen that people here respect this old man very much.

"This is my good friend. He wants to take your ship to Country Y. Please take good care of him."

The hook-nosed man showed a bright smile:

"It has been an honor to serve your friend."

The old man patted his hooked nose and said to Jiang Qilan:

"Country Y is in chaos right now. Please be more careful. If you run into trouble, go to the port of Country Y and take this."

The old man took out a decoration made of the thigh bone of a bird or animal, with gorgeous paintings on the bone.

"The people there will definitely save you if they see this."

Jiang Qilan took it with both hands, put it very carefully in the pocket close to his chest, and respectfully thanked you: "Thank you."

The old man nodded, said no more, turned and got off the boat.

The hook-nosed man took Jiang Qilan to a very clean room.

Jiang Qilan opened the window and could see the sea.

The deep blue sea reflects the pre-dawn moon, and the white sandy beach is illuminated by the moon and exudes a faint crystal white light.

At this time, desolate and high-pitched music came from the window.

Jiang Qilan saw the old man on the shore.

The old man knelt on the ground, facing the moon, holding an Indian flute in his hand and playing slowly.

Jiang Qilan has heard this music.

"The Last of the Mohicans".

The sound of the flute is like crying and complaining, desolate and helpless.

The sound of this flute represents the fall of a civilization.

The death of a nation.

Expressing the sadness and helplessness of the last survivor of the nation.

Jiang Qilan closed his eyes.

He swore in his heart.

He would protect his nation.

He would never let the cunning and evil enemy harm his nation.