A few months later.
The date has come to the end of the solar calendar year 4418, and the exact time for the public beta test will be 8:00 a.m. on June 1 next year.
There are still six months until the public beta.
The weather in Amber City gradually became colder.
It even started to snow lightly, and the wind blew snowflakes onto pedestrians' hats, scarves, and shoulders. Body temperature melted the snowflakes, turning them into ice water that seeped into their fibers, causing people to shiver.
Residents of the inner city were well prepared, with wool coats for cold weather, thick windbreakers, all kinds of fashionable fur gloves and hats, and even hot water bottles inlaid with jewels and diamonds.
"The winters have been getting colder these years..."
At a table in front of Chen Lun, two old men wrapped in coats were drinking and chatting.
"I heard that the crops outside the city are poor, and the crops next spring will also be affected. Food prices are generally rising now, and the crime rate in the outer city is rising faster than food prices. Sigh."
"Well, last week my son had dinner with Mr. Hardy of Moses Voyage and discussed some business, and happened to talk about these things..."
One of the old men picked up the exquisite wine glass, took a sip, and shook his head with emotion.
"The price of salt shipped from some salt-producing cities such as Amethyst City, Phosphorus City, and Waterless Mango City has basically increased several times... Pickled fish and meat are prone to spoilage if they don't have enough salt. In addition, food is expensive now, and refugees outside the city have died in large numbers."
Three men at another table heard the conversation and joined in with great interest.
"That's going to be a big deal. If the bodies aren't handled in time, it could lead to an epidemic!"
A fat white man wearing glasses said while drinking.
One of his companions, lighting a cigarette, added:
"The disease has begun to spread. The surrounding towns such as Feicui Town, Bingnuo Town, and Youdou Town have all seen plagues. Those scattered small villages have become hotbeds for the damn disease...!
The inner city police station must guard the Amber Bridge and not let people from the outer city in easily! Otherwise, it would be unthinkable..."
Another companion who looked gentle and refined frowned and said with disgust:
“In fact, the Amber River has long been polluted by those disgusting hybrids. Maybe the diseases they brought to us are in our drinking water every day!
The people in the outer city should die, they should all be driven away!"
After hearing this, his two companions seemed a little nervous, but still persuaded:
"It shouldn't be that serious... Dumi, you're too excited."
The gentleman named Dumi did not give up. After drinking two sips of strong liquor, his disgust became even worse, and he began to curse with a red face. He even said that if he joined the army, he would definitely kill all those inferior people.
The two old men shook their heads when they saw this.
One of the old men called the waiter again, who brought a few glasses of expensive liquor, and then took out a small bag of unknown strange things from his arms.
"Don't worry, guys... I happen to have some anti-epidemic medicine here, I'll share some with you."
The old man opened the small wrapping paper and inside were two broken black solid pieces. They looked a bit sticky and not very clean or hygienic.
The three men looked at each other and shook their heads. No one dared to accept this strange "medicine".
"Don't worry, this is an anti-epidemic drug developed by the followers of the 'Black Messenger'. You can try taking some... In this day and age, even the Red Apple Church is unreliable. Who should we believe in to be saved?"
As he spoke, the old man had already picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and began to chew slowly.
There was nothing strange about the expression on his face; instead, he smacked his lips with satisfaction.
Seeing this, the three men were worried about the plague and remembered the newly built Black Messenger Square. Finally, they took some of the black paste into their mouths with doubt.
After all, the rise of the "Black Messenger" in recent times is still quite convincing. After all, too many people witnessed the incident half a year ago.
"Hmm... It tastes sweet. Is this brown sugar?"
The fat white man with glasses chewed for a few times and asked in confusion.
The old man nodded and asked with a smile:
"Do you feel hot?"
The three men suddenly felt a tightness in their chests and sweat on their foreheads. They began to worry whether they had taken some poison.
"Oh, don't be nervous. This is the anti-epidemic medicine taking effect. Plus, you just drank some wine... It's normal to have a fever. You will just feel warm and strong. It's not a bad thing."
The old man looked at the people at the surrounding tables again and enthusiastically distributed the "anti-epidemic medicine" in his hand.
The other guests had heard the conversation to some extent, and since this was a famous bar in the inner city, most of the people who came here were familiar faces, so they were not too alert or on guard.
After a while, several middle-aged customers took some "anti-epidemic medicine" from the old man and took it on the spot.
They all said that they did feel warm all over and felt good.
"Would you like some, young man?"
The old man looked at Chen Lun and handed over the small paper bag in his hand.
"Thank you very much..."
Chen Lun responded with a polite smile.
He picked up a small piece at random but did not put it in his mouth.
He had just used divination on this thing, so nothing would happen if he took it.
Now holding it in my hand, after basic identification on the panel, it was confirmed that it was just an ordinary candy block, but it seemed that some herbal plants were added to it.
"Sir, where are the followers of the 'Black Messenger' you mentioned? I also want to purchase some of this anti-epidemic medicine..."
Chen Lun looked at the candy in his hand and asked with a chuckle.
He was very curious about who was selling "drugs" for profit under his name.
The old man didn't think too much about it and directly said the house number of a more remote neighborhood in the inner city and explained that it was an older clinic.
The popularity of anti-epidemic drugs has been gradually increasing in the circle recently, not only because the epidemic situation is serious, but also partly because the completion of the Black Messenger Square has strengthened the belief of more residents.
People often go to the Black Messenger Square to worship the black-winged bronze statue next to the fountain.
Chen Lun did not admit this incident, nor did he want to attract the attention of the Sun Church and the shelter. After all, he had just been "cleaned", so he should not stir up trouble again. It would be better for him to grow up honestly for a while.
Moreover, even if he wanted to serve as the faith of the masses, he probably would be powerless.
Currently, he is just a low-sequence transcendent and it is easy for him to be exposed. The disadvantages caused by that will be even more serious.
It would be better to let this misunderstanding continue to be beautiful. As long as he does not admit it, the Sun Church and the shelter will turn a blind eye and will not pay too much attention to an image of faith that has no practical significance.
Ding Dong…!
At this time, the door of the bar was pushed open and a cold air rushed in from outside.
Everyone turned around and saw a tall, fat man walking in with his head lowered, giving them an embarrassed smile.
The fat man was holding a black square tool bag with a few wooden sticks sticking out of it, which looked like part of an easel.
"Noah, here."
Chen Lun waved to him and then said goodbye to the two old men.
When Noah approached, Chen Lun greeted him briefly and then sat down.
Chen Lun was originally waiting for him here, so he asked the waiter to prepare a relatively sturdy and large chair in advance, but even so, Noah still felt a little cramped and uncomfortable after sitting down.
"We'll just sit for a while and then go."
Chen Lun smiled and comforted Noah, pouring him a glass of wine.
"Well, Mr. Jack."
Noah scratched his head, picked up the glass and drank it all.
The circus had been running out of liquidity for several months.
After the goods produced are sold, they are turned into capital investment. Now the circus's business is getting bigger and bigger, but there is little working capital left.
In order to maintain the huge expenses, Chen Lun finally decided to start accepting commissions, some of which were transferred from the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce.
This can alleviate some of the economic pressure and also give team members some opportunities to accumulate mysterious wealth.
Today Noah and his client happened to be in the same place, so they made an appointment to go there together.
Just before Noah came here, he also completed a commission on the way, painting a portrait for the mother of a wealthy businessman... I heard that after deducting the handling fee, the final amount of gold pounds he received was as much as 20.
'Is it true that painting can make so much money...'
Chen Lun sighed.
But he didn't quite understand why Noah, the young master of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce, was so excited about working for him.
"Noah, you can actually take the deducted handling fees... After all, we are all family, so don't be so picky."
Chen Lun drank hot milk and spoke seriously.
Noah chuckled twice, knowing that Mr. Jack was joking, so he shook his head and said:
"I just have a role there and get dividends every once in a while, but I don't actually participate in any family business...
I never realized before that it is so enjoyable to personally complete the customer's commission and earn the commission money. "
Chen Lun smiled. Is this the “quotes of the rich second generation working”
The two of them sat for a while, and Chen Lun suddenly said:
"Noah, we should go... there's going to be a commotion here soon."
Noah was slightly startled, then nodded at him without asking why, seeming to trust him very much.
The two men stood up and walked straight out of the bar.
A cool breeze blew towards me. Before the door of the bar was closed, I heard noisy clattering of seats and exclamations behind me.
"Oh my sun! Dumi! What's wrong with you?!"
"Hey friend! Wake up!
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"Poor guy, is this an acute illness?!"
Peng!
The bar door closed.
Everything has nothing to do with Chen Lun anymore.
He took a step forward, and Noah followed closely behind him, carrying the tool bag.
"This is just his fate, that's the end of it."
Chen Lun shook his head slightly and calmly narrated the incident.
"A sudden illness took his life... No one knows whether he can survive tomorrow."
Ironically, Chen Lun observed through his life-seeing eyes that the guy who suddenly fell ill, named Du Mi, was actually not from the eastern part of the mainland... This meant that his family, starting from his ancestors, were immigrants from other places, and perhaps even lower than the lower class people he mentioned.
"Let's go, Third Street."
Chen Lun smiled.
"You paint portraits for people, I tell fortunes for people, and maybe train dogs... Our circus's business is getting more and more high-end."