Deceitful Game

Chapter 152 Mingpo's Interview

Mingpo's belongings were taken upstairs by Shi Wan'an, while he sat down in the lobby on the first floor.

He didn't even go to the meeting room or leave the house!

This was the seat arranged by his "not-so-familiar" father. Because the arrangement was so absurd, it actually made Mingpo seem like a person with common sense. Just conducting the interview in front of everyone?

Discussing deceptive games in a crowded place like this... isn't there a risk of leaks?

Even though there's no one here right now... what if someone finds a place to sit and just sits down? Should they just ignore that person and continue their conversation?

This casual and relaxed style made Mingpo somewhat doubtful whether this was the Chinese Chamber of Commerce she knew. Ming Jingxing then sat down directly next to Mingpo.

He conjured a teapot out of nowhere and poured four cups of tea.

Seeing his actions, Mingpo knew he wouldn't have to wait long.

really.

Less than three minutes after Shi Wan'an left, while the tea was still scalding hot, Mingpo heard footsteps.

Seeing Ming Jingxing stand up, Ming Po also stood up and looked at the two guests.

The person walking in front was an old man with white hair and beard and sharp eyes like a hawk.

The old man was not tall, in fact, he was quite short, looking to be only about 1.6 meters tall.

But the imposing presence he exuded made him look like a giant. That "aura of a great man" couldn't be concealed, even though his clothes were neither expensive nor luxurious.

Mingpo knew at a glance that this must be Zhuang Yan.

But what truly concerned Mingpo was the person behind Zhuang Yan…

For some reason, Mingpo saw a slight resemblance to Ai Shiping in the other person.

That was a young man who looked even younger than himself, namely Shen Yiqi.

Although his father said he was the same age as him, Mingpo had a faint sense of lifelessness, like a corporate slave... Of course, it could also be described as "a mature sense of composure and calmness in the face of adversity".

Shen Yiqi looked much younger than Ming Po, resembling a spirited college student with bright eyes that shone with the light of ideals.

His hair was slightly longer than Minpo's, and his appearance gave off a well-behaved, "good student" vibe... This might be why Minpo hallucinated Ai Shiping.

The confident and spirited feeling he exuded was genuine.

He's somewhat like a successful person on the rise in their career, an entrepreneur who has never encountered setbacks, or a super influencer who became rich overnight. "This is my son, Mingpo."

Ming Jingxing patted Ming Po on the shoulder, then introduced him to Ming Po: "This is Zhuang Yan, Academician Zhuang. This is Shen Yiqi." "Academician Zhuang, President Shen."

Mingbo shook hands with both of them, appearing rational, polite, and composed.

Zhuang Yan seemed quite satisfied with his reaction, appearance, and demeanor. He nodded happily as he sat down, his eyes fixed on Ming Po. "You two chat first, I'll go make a phone call."

Seeing the two sit down, Ming Jingxing made up an excuse and left.

Shen Yiqi smiled brightly: "Don't worry, Brother Jingxing, I'm here."

In that instant, Mingpo knew who her father had just been chatting with.

Mingpo gave a strange smile—"You're the same age as me, and you still call my dad 'brother'?"

You little rascal, trying to take advantage of me, huh?

But for some reason, Mingpo didn't seem to have any ill feelings towards Shen Yiqi.

Even though it was our first meeting, it felt like we'd known each other for a long time...

"Don't be too nervous, child."

Zhuang Yanle chuckled, comforting Mingpo, "We're just having a casual chat."

"I can't be nervous even if I want to."

Mingpo shrugged: "After all, I was directly captured and brought here. My father didn't say anything on the way here... I don't even know what I'm going to do next."

The resentment in his words was unmistakable.

Zhuang Yan and Shen Yiqi couldn't help but smile.

Even so, they did not answer the question, but instead changed the subject.

"I heard you're a graduate student at Fudan University?"

Zhuang Yan looked at Ming Po, his eyes shining brightly: "A top student... Where did you work before?"

"Writing copy in a small studio."

Mingpo said modestly.

After all, in this timeline, the Faceless God Studio seems to have never existed. Even Mingpo himself doesn't know what his previous job was, and can only give a vague answer.

What did you study?

Social psychology.

"oh………"

The old man nodded as if suddenly realizing something, then asked, "You didn't pursue further studies? I remember Fudan University's psychology department can award doctorates, right?" "Yes."

Mingpo nodded and smiled, "I can't help it, I'm not the type who can quietly pursue academic research..."

That's one theory, but Mingpo is indeed quite quiet right now.

Zhuang Yan showed him obvious friendliness and care, while Ming Po was always more responsive to gentle persuasion than force. Faced with the old man's kindness, he subconsciously sat up straight, no longer acting erratically as usual, but answering the old man's questions in a normal, even obedient, voice. "I've heard," Zhuang Yan nodded with a smile, "You really like extreme sports, right?"

How come you've heard about everything?

Ming Po cursed.

But he just smiled shyly and said, "Just doing it occasionally..."

"This isn't just something you do casually, is it?"

The old man chuckled, "Those who can do wingsuit flying have incredibly strong hearts. It's so dangerous... This must be the most dangerous extreme sport in the world, right? After all, it's sponsored by Red Bull."

Shen Yiqi, who was standing nearby, chimed in, "I'll provide the money, you risk your life—that's always been Red Bull's motto."

Which mountains did you visit?

"Tianmen Mountain, the Alps..."

"Didn't you go fly over Mount Everest?"

The old man asked jokingly.

Mingpo knew this was an old man joking, so he just smiled and didn't reply—after all, wingsuit flying on Mount Everest was extremely difficult. While theoretically any mountain could be flown over, that was just theory. Some people had indeed flown over Everest, but not to the summit. Everest is incredibly high, and its terrain is extremely complex. The air is thin, oxygen is scarce at high altitudes, and temperatures are usually below minus thirty degrees Celsius, requiring additional cold-weather gear and an oxygen supply system… which inevitably reduces the controllability of the equipment.

Furthermore, there are only a few safe landing spots on Mount Everest, and the margin for error in parachute deployment is extremely low. The slightest mistake could result in total annihilation.

Even someone like Mingpo, who yearns for danger, wouldn't do something so reckless. It's incredibly foolish, not much different from jumping off a building. After all, Mingpo isn't a professional athlete; he's just an amateur. The fact that he landed safely in the Alps without an accident or needing rescue is already quite an achievement.

It was precisely because he believed he could survive that Mingper would engage in such a dangerous sport.

It is precisely because Mingpo has done everything he could that the inherent, inescapable dangers of extreme sports have meaning and allure.

but……

Thinking about this, Mingpo suddenly realized something—

Would ordinary parents allow their children to participate in such a dangerous sport?

Looking back now, perhaps it was because one or two of Mingpo's parents were charlatans whose understanding of "danger" differed from that of ordinary people that they allowed Mingpo to play such dangerous sports.

But for charlatans, getting used to this level of danger... might actually be beneficial to them!

Seeing that Mingpo did not reply, Shen Yiqi turned around and looked at Zhuang Yan.

Seeing Zhuang Yan nod, Shen Yiqi then looked at Ming Po.

He stared at Mingpo with those eyes that seemed to glow at all times, his voice bright and clear: "When you think of 'robots,' what comes to mind?"

Mingbo hesitated for a moment: "Echo form?"