The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Although he hasn't gotten to know them in depth yet, at least at this moment, Tang Tang still has a good impression of these new people.

Smart, sensible, capable.

As for his character, that will remain to be seen later.

Besides, Tang Tang doesn't want to become close friends or partners with common interests with them. Tang Tang firmly believes that as long as their interests do not conflict, they will always get along peacefully.

While dining and chatting, they shared a lot of interesting stories or little hobbies of theirs.

This kind of sharing is harmless, but it is also a form of mutual understanding.

Among them, it must be said that everyone is extremely curious about Tang Tang.

These top elites, while receiving extremely complex elite education, naturally do not neglect physical education.

Mountaineering, skiing, skydiving, diving...

Everyone has their own favorite extreme sports, but compared to the legendary mercenaries who are caught in the hail of bullets and risk their lives... they seem very bland.

Tang Tang couldn't help laughing at the curious looks from the people. After thinking for a while, he picked a few unimportant things to talk about.

"Hmm? They're just training... Indeed, the training is quite rigorous, with a mortality rate of about 30%."

"Oh my God, thirty percent!" Caroline's eyes widened. "That means, out of a hundred people, thirty will die in training?"

"Yeah, that's it." Tang Tang took two bites and declined the various cheeses on the table. She simply put down her knife and fork, relaxed in her seat, and spread her hands lazily to Caroline, "We have tried our best to control it. The mortality rate is bound to exist."

Tang Tang said helplessly, "It's all voluntary. Those who die in training will also die in a mission one day. If you can't bear it in the middle of the training, you can choose to leave."

However, those who risk everything to become mercenaries are almost all desperate people. Rather than leaving and continuing to live in disgrace, they might as well give it a try.

not to mention……

Compared to the meaningless fratricidal casualties at the Black Mamba Mercenary Base, the death rate at the Ashes Mercenary Base is purely due to the intensity of training.

If you die, you can only blame yourself, but you can't say the base is unfair.

When Tang Tang said this, Charles, who was cutting the ham, stopped for a moment.

He was tall and strong. He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Tang Tang, his eyes seeming to have some plan.

Edmund, who was standing by, keenly noticed Charles's pause.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then put down his knife and fork, and sat in the same posture as Tang Tang, leisurely and relaxed, holding a glass of champagne in his hand and sipping it slowly.

"Speaking of which," Caroline seemed to remember something and turned to look at Edmund, "Hey, Edmund, do you know why this year's freshman banquet was cancelled and then reopened?"

"Well," Edmund took a sip of champagne and did not answer immediately. Instead, he frowned slightly and said, "I think... I got some news."

Tang Tang raised his head and looked at Edmund, and so did the others.

"It's not a big deal," Edmund said slowly as he pondered, "A student died last year, did you know that?"

Tang Tang raised his eyebrows and said to the system in his mind, "What a familiar beginning."

To be honest, when Edmund said this, his tone was quite cold, "This incident is not very famous... After all, the person who died was not an important person."

"Just a bastard from a small family."

"I haven't heard of this." Caroline held her face and poked Isabella beside her, "Bella, have you heard of it?"

Isabella shook her head slightly.

Charles thought about it for a moment, then said, "...from the Department of Mathematics?"

Edmund uttered a weary “hmm” from his throat, and then said in boredom, “He died quite quickly. I heard he swallowed several bottles of sleeping pills.”

"Just because of this?" Caroline frowned and questioned, "What does the death of a student have to do with the freshman banquet?"

Edmund laughed mockingly, "Who knows?"

Tang Tang said calmly, "A few bottles of sleeping pills. What stimulated him?"

Caroline and Isabella looked at each other. Charles lowered his head to cut a piece of steak, while Edmund slowly raised the corners of his lips, "Yes, that's the problem."

He looked at Tang Tang, his tone was equally indifferent, with a hint of sarcasm, "As far as I know, the student who died... the psychological evaluation results last semester showed that he was mentally healthy, but he never had any history of depression."

So, a mentally healthy person suddenly becomes heartbroken, collapses, and then commits suicide by swallowing several bottles of sleeping pills?

Nonsense, only a fool would believe it was suicide.

Tang Tang tilted his head and looked at Edmund.

Edmund raised his eyebrows in response to Tang Tang, with a hint of laziness and teasing in his eyes, "Nikoletta, what are you looking at me for?"

He raised his hands lazily and said with a hint of joking in his tone, "Officer, I'm not the murderer."

Or maybe it means that good-looking people are unscrupulous.

Edmund has blond hair and blue eyes, with handsome and sharp features, like the noble and arrogant aristocrat in an oil painting.

He even disdained to disguise his arrogance, and always looked at people with a half-smile, but because of his natural dignity, he made people yearn for him even more.

Simply put, he does have considerable personal charm, especially in the American capital world that is extravagant, free and crazy.

Of course, this was useless to Tang Tang, but she had to admit that she didn't hate Edmund... at least she didn't hate his face.

Tang Tang then took the silver knife and pointed at Edmund, "Really, dear Mr. Edmund... You look very arrogant, I have reason to suspect that you are the real murderer."

"Oh my God," Caroline burst into laughter and joined in the fun. "Officer Nicoletta, I think you're right! Edmund is just like the legendary high-IQ perverted killer!"

"OK," Edmund spread his hands helplessly, and spoke lazily, "It's my fault for being too good."

Isabella laughed, her eyes sparkling. Charles, who was watching them joking around, couldn't help but joked, "Hey, Nicoletta, if you were a police officer... that would be a disaster for the American judicial system."

Tang Tang shrugged, raised his eyebrows and looked at Charles, with a hint of teasing in his tone, "Really? We are a mafia, a gangster...Okay Charles, if you want to give up the dark and join the light."

"I suddenly feel that what the policewoman said is right," Charles said childishly, picking up the useless fork and poking Edmund, "Hey, criminal, you are under arrest."