The Devil’s Cage

Chapter 1156 Ownership of the City

After the call with Dauma, Qin Ran did not go to Yancheng for the first time.

He, there are still some things to deal with.

It is getting deeper and deeper.

The dinner of the temple began to come to an end.

There is no dinner for Qin Ran, just like the **** of Lincheng will not appear at the dinner.

There is no ‘God’ dinner, which is destined to be more lively. The guests raise their glasses and smile, and the small circles formed by each other collide and merge with each other.

Isn't the purpose of the dinner party like this?

Expressing obedience and expanding contacts.

Morton was full of red light, and tonight he seemed to be the protagonist of the dinner.

Of course, it is like.

The real protagonist is not here, the protagonist of the order, in the corner of the side, whispering with the people who really deserve to communicate.

Molton’s eyes flashed envious.

Even if he is already standing in the position of Hermia at the moment.

But compared with the old Hermia, the younger Molton has a greater ambition.

The position in front of you...

Just a starting point.

So, when I saw the old man coming out of the corner, Morton, who had been preparing for a long time, immediately walked over with the glass.

The position he chose was very good, and it was like a coincidence when he walked over.

Even in his mind, Molton has already thought about his words, and silently drilled countless times.

Opportunity awaits those who are prepared.

Morton is convinced of this sentence.

Just as he is convinced that he will succeed next.

"good evening……"

Molton politely greeted.

Then, his world has only one pair of turbid eyes.

Gradually, the turbid eyes became clear, just like the creek in the jungle of his childhood, cool and bottom.

The body is bathed with warm sunshine.

There are insects and birds in the ear.

That period of time...

I really miss it.

Involuntarily, Molton sighed.

Then, a question appeared in his heart.

Why don't I go back to my original life?

My original purpose was just to change my father's sharp axe and exchange a set of kitchen utensils for my mother. I came out to work for this.

But now, how long have I not visited them?

The last time was at the end of the year, just a rush on the table.

What did they say?

They seem to be old.

They don't seem to be happy.

They seem to...

very lonely.

Inexplicable, Morton’s eyes were hot.

When the tears poured out, he saw the turbid eyes.

And when it came to the words, Morton swallowed back.

This time, it is not suitable to say.

Needless to say.

But at least the other party said that goodwill is not it?

"Thank you."

Morton habitually said one.

For those who are helpful, no matter what the attitude of the other party is, Morton is always so polite.

The old man smiled at Molton and turned and continued to walk.

Molton looked at the back of the other person and it regained his gaze after it disappeared.

He remembered the thought of just ‘thinking’.

In the end, I shook my head.

He is not the one at that time.

He can't let his own temper come.

He needs to know how to choose.

In the following time, Morton seemed to have never happened, and continued to carry a glass of wine and wandered around the guests who were leaving, no different from before.

When the last guest left, Morton left the temple.

Moreover, before leaving, he once again gave a small gift to every member of the funeral society where the temple was stationed.

Exquisite and not expensive, but it is extremely hard to use.

"The boss, there are two meetings tomorrow morning."

“Several customers in multiple cities will come in the afternoon.”

"This is a document you must pass today."

Just sitting in the car, the secretary said while sending a file.

Morton picked up the silence and began to look through the lights in the car.

The secretary patted the driver's seat gently.

She knew that she could not bother Morton at this time.

Similarly, she also knows that her boss will return to the company to sleep because of the meeting tomorrow morning.

The car is moving smoothly and evenly.

However, at the crossroads just before the temple, Morton suddenly made a noise.

"and many more!"

“First go to the villa in the suburbs.”

"and also……"

"Get two gifts for me, my parents. They are old, don't pick... forget it, drive to where you can still buy gifts."

"I personally choose."

Morton said.

The secretary looked at his boss in surprise, as if he had known each other for the first time, but the secretary immediately returned to God.

"Ok."

"I know a place."

"They are open all night."

"And, tomorrow's meeting?"

"As usual."

The car started again.

This time it didn't stop, but went straight to the destination, faster and more smoothly.

The plan has not changed.

It’s just that life has changed.

As for good or bad?

Who knows what?

That is the benevolent seeing benevolence, the wise seeing wisdom.

Or, if people drink water, they know how to drink.

......

The old man walked in front of Qin Ran and walked with his hands together.

"Your Majesty."

In the words, the old man bent slightly.

"Ok."

"well done."

Qin Ran said faintly.

"I did it well, not me."

It’s no surprise that the old man knows everything. In this city, who can win the gods who own this city? The old man smiled and shook his head, and once again said: "Thank you for everything you did for Tanya."

"I don't like to owe people, so I just repay people."

Qin Ran said truthfully.

"So, it is even more grateful."

The old man laughed again, and the pleats on his face were stacked one on another. It was not ugly, but there was a kind feeling.

However, Qin Ran does not want to discuss this issue again.

“Do you know the craftsmen who can make secret-like props and the pharmacists who make special medicines?”

Qin Ran went straight to the theme.

What do you do when you have absolute ownership of a city?

There are too many things that can be done.

But for Qin Ran, there is only one thing: use this city to produce and make more points.

Selling props and medicines is definitely the first choice!

Perhaps, in a huge city, he could not do this.

Every player has a sense of self.

Even if you use hackers, you can't be sure of nothing.

It is not the same as the city in the world of copying.

He is a 'god' in the eyes of the aborigines.

His words are gods.

He can get a steady stream of resources here.

As for the time?

Qin Ran already knew that there would be no such thing as perfection in the world. He would not be entangled in such a thing.

What's more, the most important thing now is: Daddy's answer.

Under the watchful eyes of Qin Ran, the old man opened his mouth.

The old man said...

PS helped my friend move today, and it was late.

This is the first!

Second, fat dragon is working hard!

(End of this chapter)