Heaven And Earth Are Worthless Chapter 6

When Qing Tian got home, he saw Wu Yun eating chocolate cake.

“Here's half.” Wu Yun seemed to have been shocked by Qing Tian's arrival, reluctantly parting with half of the cake.

In Wu Yun's mind, raising a child meant giving half of the food you got to the other person. Of course, “stealing” was another matter.

Qing Tian was not interested in this sweet food, and did not understand why Wu Yun liked this sweet and greasy thing so much? Just after seeing the chocolate cake, he couldn't help but think of what the man had said before.

What did you mean, “Mr. Gift?”

Although he was indeed a gift, but now that Wu Yun had said that he would support him, then he was more than just a “gift”. Besides, he had a name now.

On the one hand, Qing Tian felt that his ideas seemed to be too far-fetched, after all, the fact that he was sent as a gift was not wrong, but on the other hand, it had aroused a deep inferiority complex.

Yes, inferiority complex.

In this city, force was the capital to survive.

To Wu Yun, he was purely just a burden. Even if Wu Yun said he wanted to love him as it was said in the book, but now—not to mention to love—even self-protection was a problem.

“Wu Yun, how did this cake come about?” Qing Tian asked curiously.

“Put it at the door.” Wu Yun replied succinctly, “No poison, can eat.”

……. Do you judge if a thing can be eaten based on if it is poisonous or not?

As soon as he talked to Wu Yun, the entanglements in Qing Tian's heart were suddenly gone.

Maybe he thought too much. Maybe it was just simple.

Obviously Wu Yun was older, he himself was still a child, but in daily life, the worry seemed to be always Wu Yun.

Sometimes, Qing Tian was really envious of Wu Yun, his mindset of not worrying about anything and thinking about anything. Perhaps people with this mentality could live as free as Wu Yun.

“When I came back, I saw your master.” Qing Tian said, “This cake should've been given to you by him. He asked me to say h.e.l.lo to you instead of him.”

“Oh.” Wu Yun responded casually.

“I heard his men calling him Count. What's that nickname?” Qing Tian asked simply in one breath, “Wu Yun, do you know what his ident.i.ty is?”

“Count, bounty hunter, arms dealer…” Wu Yun spit out six or seven ident.i.ties in one breath. “I don't know which one is true and which one is false.”

“Don't you care?” Qing Tian carefully asked, “You live with him, and your relations.h.i.+p is…”

Qing Tian remembered how he came here.

“Do you care?” Wu Yun turned to Qing Tian. “If you don't feel well, I can break up with him.”

Wu Yun's eyes told Qing Tian that he was serious.

Very serious.

For Wu Yun, was this a relations.h.i.+p that could be easily broken?

“No, I didn't say that either.”

“Oh, keep it as it is.” Wu Yun looked down at the half of the chocolate cake. “Why don't you eat it?”

“Eat it.”

“Good.”

“Actually, I can't understand him…” Wu Yun seemed to say such a sentence suddenly, but Qing Tian was still immersed in his own thinking, not hearing clearly.

“Wu Yun, what did you say just now?”

“The cake is delicious.”

Er…

“Eat it, I won't s.n.a.t.c.h it from you.” Qing Tian was weeping and laughing. Did he just hear that? Maybe Wu Yun wasn't as indifferent as he showed.

If there was a door to everyone's heart, then Wu Yun's heart was placed in a maze.

In the evening, just after Qing Tian's ten laps around the garbage dump, Wu Yun was dressed and ready to go out.

“Wu Yun, are you going out?” Qing Tian panted and came to a halt. “What happened?”

“The Priest is going to trade today. I'm going to protect him.” Wu Yun casually said, “You wait at home, I will come back before the sun rises.”

“Well, that…” Qing Tian wanted to reach out to grab the corner of Wu Yun's clothes, but retracted his hand halfway. “Can I follow you?”

Wu Yun frowned slightly. “You can't go.”

Qing Tian was a little frustrated.

“I can't protect you when you go. I want to give priority to protecting my employer,” added Wu Yun, racking his brains.

One person can't protect two people at the same time.

“No, I'm just joking. Wu Yun, you go.” Qing Tian laughed. “If you come back late, tomorrow's chocolate is mine.”

Wu Yun's face stiffened.

“No chocolate.”

That kid[1] was extremely firm-mouthed[2]

“Yeah yeah, you said no is no.” Qing Tian didn't expose him, waving, “You come back early.”

The corners of Wu Yun's lips lifted up slightly and he nodded.

The Priest was not a priest, and he never did anything like pray. He just claimed to be a Christian and wore a diamond cross around his neck, so people jokingly called him a “priest”.

But the name spread gradually, and at last the Priest himself recognized it.

The top arms dealer, who controlled the circulation of the entire Sasimu arms market and dealt with countless underground parties and gangs in various countries. He said he was a “priest” and was worthy of his name.

Generally speaking, for an ordinary arms trade, the Priest didn't need to come forward in person, and naturally also did not need Wu Yun for close protection.

But this time seemed to be an exception.

This time, there were three groups of people coming to trade with the Priest, one of whom were rebels Middle Eastern battlefields. They had become accustomed to robbery and were notoriously dishonest. Their actions were barbaric and chaotic, and only those of the same origin in the Middle East could understand their thinking.

That's why Wu Yun was called in.

After all, it was a comrade-in-arms meeting.

The Priest was a white man of about forty.

He looked fat. He was said to have won the third place in the regional compet.i.tion of the Grandpa McDonald's Character Cosplay Compet.i.tion. Even when he was ten years old, he would be able to win the regional champions.h.i.+p and partic.i.p.ate in the international character imitation contest.

This hobby was everywhere, but it was also heavily ridiculed.

*Not sure: 这种爱好实在处处都是槽点，但又不知道该从哪里吐槽起

The food he served his guests naturally was hamburgers and fried chicken.

There wasn't any other reason. It was simply because it was cheap.

The Priest's aim was “to not let others earn an extra cent from his pockets.” With this idea in mind, he lived in the city of Sasimu for twenty years.

In his own words, “Here are the safest shelters for the best bodyguards in the world, but the prices are the lowest. It's the most cost-effective place in the world, so I stay here."

When Chen Yong took his hands down, he saw two other groups of people sitting in their seats eating hamburgers with indignation on their faces.

The people in the Middle East, in particular, were particularly ugly.

“I don't need it.” Chen Yong was already very familiar with the Priest's routine. He had eaten the hamburger at least twenty or thirty times. He didn't want to smell it any more.

“It's better to be an old friend and save me another ten dollars.” The Priest opened his hands and embraced Chen Yong.

“It would be better if you didn't raise the price. I'm interested in the new anti-tank missile.” Chen Yong said with a smile.

“Hha, or give you more hamburgers, free of charge, no tips.” The Priest skillfully diverged from the topic, “The countries in those oil zones seem to be going to war again recently. The supply of equipment is in short supply. If you are not regular customers, just make an appointment or wait for half a year.”

The Priest had no qualms about telling the secret that he would let it out for a big price. Of course, it was because everyone who came here knew that, so he could be more comfortable.

It was better to do business with well-informed people than with fools.

“Father, just get me all the goods on the order I sent you before.” Chen Yong took out a small box. “This is the agreed deposit. When all the goods are s.h.i.+pped to where they are supposed to be, I will send you the rest of the money. ”

The Priest raised his eyes slightly, and the men on the side slowly opened the box after checking the safety of the box.

Several guests of the Middle East could not help but cast their eyes.

There was a huge jewel in the box.

This amount of weapons was quite large, and even settlement in gold was quite heavy. But it was much more convenient to settle with such a precious stone.

“The most important treasure of the Paris auction was the Angel Kiss, which was sold for 18 million dollars. I didn't expect to see it so soon.” A small businessman on the side blurted out.

“You are a customer who knows the goods.” Chen Yong laughed and praised, handing out a pure gold business card from his chest pocket. “This is my business card. I'm[3] a merchant[4].Sometimes besides being an arms dealer, occasionally, I'll sell something else. Gems, beauties, or castle antiques are all available. If you come with your business card, I'll give you a 10% discount."

“You're still the same. You've picked up a lot of customers from me. It's too bad that I didn't charge you an intermediary fee.” The Priest smiled falsely.

“Where?” Chen Yong humbly spoke like a gentleman. “Mr. Priest, you are a big man. I only have a small business, so the customers are very important.”

“As long as your money arrives, it doesn't matter, but you are so well informed. It's admirable to place such a huge order the day before my price increase.” The Priest's face was not as good as he had imagined. On the contrary, he had made at least one less jewel because of the one-day time difference!

But trust is an arms dealer's pa.s.s.

News and timing were also part of his strength. He could not be angry with others, but secretly hated that his information was not good enough.

“Unlike me, Mr. Father needs to go to the battlefield himself.” Chen Yong smiled and said, “All I earn is hard money. How can I compare with you?”

The Priest chuckled lightly and didn't want to talk to him any more.

“What about the goods we want?” When Chen Yong finished his business and drank tea, the businessmen in the Middle East immediately began his own negotiations.

As Chen Yong blew on the cup of hot tea, he looked at the “merchants” who had obviously just retired from the battlefield.

Well, in that case, he should be able to see Wu Yun.

None of these war lunatics could be measured by common sense. It was common to plant any kind of suicide bomber. Children or women, as long as they relaxed a little, would become G.o.ds of death who reaped their own lives.

In the face of such customers, naturally no one could take it lightly.

But for arms dealers, what mattered was not whether they could win the war, but whether they could open their own arms and transportation channels after the war. Once the channels were stable, the steady flow of local oil and resources would become a unique treasure.

Even the top powers salivated for their oil, let alone these businessmen?

Only 50% of the profit was enough for businessmen to take risks.

Chen Yong put the teacup aside, held his cheek in one hand, and secretly counted when Wu Yun would come. As he saw it, these Middle Eastern madmen were about to collapse in less than five minutes.

Thinking about it carefully, Wu Yun was also picked up by him on the battlefield.

The little one couldn't speak.

The body was full of wounds, but could look at the violence without blinking. He was obviously the victim, but looked like a puppet that could act.

“Don't you feel any pain?”

The little Wu Yun raised his head.

The a.s.sailant was shot in the head by Chen Yong, and blood spattered on Wu Yun's face.

Apart from that face, the child's body was in no condition.

You could find on him all the punishment you could imagine, the reflection of all evil deeds.

There was no way to measure the insanity created by war from a secular perspective.

It could make a normal person abnormal, and make a person who was originally gentle and kind become like a demon.

The child was obviously not of the same race as the people in that place. There, compatriots could kill each other without hesitation, let alone a child with obvious Chinese characteristics?

Maybe he was the descendants of Asian who couldn't get out of there. Maybe he was the children of a family these madmen stole from…

Who knew?

Chen Yong himself was thinking that it might be better for him to let the child die like this.

He put the gun to the child's forehead. “Kid, if you want to die like this, when I'm doing something good.”

The child still looked at him with unblinking eyes.

He seemed to want to say something, but he might have a sore throat and could not speak.

But the child's eyes were clean.

He wasn't lifeless, rather, it was as if he simply wasn't aware of what was happening to him.

Extremely innocent.

He was out of place with this war-torn h.e.l.l.

“I changed my mind.” Chen Yong put the gun away, took off his trench coat, tightly wrapped the child, and carried him.

He was so skinny.

Even wrapped in clothes, he could feel the child's bones.

He was so light.

Were children such light creatures?

“I'm sorry, you're too young. It's easier to princess-carry you.” Chen Yong turned his head and found that the child finally had a little more emotion on his face.

“That's all that's left for now.” Chen Yong took a piece of chocolate from his pocket and stuffed it directly into the child's mouth.

"Remember the smell, kid.”

“The world is terrible, but it still has so many things to like.”

The author has something to say:
The age difference. Chen Yong is currently 39 years old and Wu Yun is 20 years old. Chen Yong was 24 years old when he picked up Wu Yun. Wu Yun was five years old ~ Qing Tian is now fourteen years old.
Ah, there are so few comments, so depressed QAQ, I don't expect to collect or click, there are still so few comments, I really want to show you a place to cry!
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Footnotes:
[1] kid: lit. 鸭子, it's either kid (dialect), duck or slang for a male prost.i.tute, but I'm pretty sure he means kid
[2] firm-mouthed: lit.嘴硬/zuǐyìng, stubborn and reluctant to admit mistakes or defeats, but still firm in speech. Ie. knowing that you are wrong, but your mouth is not soft (firm-mouthed)
[3] the "I" is very humble­
[4] merchant: lit. miscellaneous goods merchant, shortened to merchant