Earth.
May 17, 2012, 7:43 am.
Dedicated underground base.
Wu Qingchen opened his eyes on the bed that was ten times more ironed than rushes.
"Long time no see, Wu Qingchen/Your Excellency Ross..." A constant greeting came from the door: "What would you like to eat in the morning?"
"What to eat..." Wu Qingchen got up, with a dull expression and a depressed mood: "Oh... eat whatever you want..."
"In a bad mood?" Ji Mingming asked.
More than a bad mood
7 billion human beings watched the little boy docilely offer their bare buttocks to themselves, covering the whole world with embarrassment...
Wu Qingchen had a bitter expression and was depressed.
"If you're in a bad mood, you can take a look at this..." After speaking, Ji Mingming put a portable monitor beside Wu Qingchen, turned around and walked towards the door: "I'll go say hello outside."
Wu Qingchen casually picked up the display screen, just looking at it made her feel sick.
Grass! It really is this!
In the display, two little boys, one touching his chin in bewilderment, and the other standing on tiptoe to add beeswax.
What do you mean? Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted
No, Ji Mingming wouldn't be like this, otherwise it would be impossible to let go of the picture with his bare buttocks.
So... what does this mean
Wu Qingchen involuntarily looked at the constantly refreshed discussion area next to him:
"When I saw Mr. Wu's salary slip, I guessed that this kind of thing would happen to me in the future... but I didn't expect it to happen so soon!"
"The Japanese, Thai, and German companies must have a common language with the parish."
"Sure enough! Regardless of region, country, or even planet, interest groups have always had this same shameless face throughout the ages."
"Unscrupulous, Mr. Wu Qingchen has worked hard."
"The earth's weekly salary slip, adding beeswax in the middle of the night in the middle ages, with a horizontal comment: beautiful women molesting children."
"..."
While brushing his teeth, looking down quickly, the depression on Wu Qingchen's face gradually turned into surprise.
In the comment area, public opinion generally believes that whether Shirley’s fat cow eats tender grass or a little boy timidly offers his butt, for the ruling class—whether it is the earth or the medieval world—it is just a common appetizer. It is still a thousand miles away from the real shamelessness and absurdity. Most people feel that what happened to Wu Qingchen was completely innocent and should not be ridiculed, and there is no need for sympathy, because they are just a few poisonous weeds encountered on the road to power.
This is quite a correct perception! At least, this is a very beneficial cognition for me! Wu Qingchen was delighted, but at the same time slightly doubtful: such a correct and rational understanding, it's okay to occasionally appear one or two on the Internet, and now the overwhelming appearance of unified thinking... Maybe the relevant departments have done something
For example... the salary slip that appears many times in the comments...
"Officer Ji..."
When thinking of this, Wu Qingchen had finished washing and walked out of the bedroom. Wu Qingchen asked, "What's the meaning of the salary slip in the hot topic you showed me?"
"Salary slip..." Wu Qingchen's very familiar voice came over: "Of course it refers to Mr. Wu's salary."
"Ah! Director Jiang..." Turning his head slightly to see the person coming, Wu Qingchen hurriedly took two steps forward and held Jiang Fengming's outstretched palm: "Long time no see... have you recovered yet?"
"It's fine, thank you for your concern." Jiang Fengming replied with a smile.
Wu Qingchen took a closer look. Jiang Fengming's footsteps were steady, his face was rosy, and his voice was strong. The fatigue of the previous few days was gone, and he returned to the calm and capable appearance when he first saw him.
"Mr. Wu, here is your salary slip..."
Taking advantage of the staff setting up a steaming breakfast, after shaking hands, Jiang Fengming signaled the accompanying staff to push a mobile display screen: "It's a bit long, please take a look."
Hundreds of countries have paid five to seven-figure special allowances with reference to the United Nations dues!
Orders, medals, honorary titles, honorary positions, and even actual positions in dozens of countries!
Laurel wreath, scepter, huge commemorative coin with Wu Qingchen's head as the background, Wu Qingchen's body-sized gold sculpture, pocket version of the Federal Reserve money printing machine!
Sports cars, yachts, private jets…
Numerous top luxury goods…
"This… "
Although he had prepared himself mentally and knew that the earth would never be stingy to him, ten minutes had passed and the table of contents and introduction hadn't turned over 1/3. Wu Qingchen was a little surprised: "...all for me? "
"Of course." Jiang Fengming nodded.
"Tsk tsk, compared with this kind of handwriting..." Wu Qingchen smacked his lips: "The 'gift' of the two castles in the medieval world can only be regarded as pediatrics... Is this a common occurrence?"
"No." Jiang Fengming shook his head, stretched out his hand and clicked the "bookmark" virtual button on the display screen: "Luxuries are nothing... I'm not surprised if I'm used to the following."
The world's top brands, with beautiful designers!
A world famous horse with a beautiful jockey!
Exotic flowers and herbs, with a beautiful gardener!
"Uh..." Wu Qingchen's eyes widened: "There are so many gifts, buy one get one free?"
Please continue watching... Jiang Fengming gestured with his eyes.
…
The lube company, with a bonus German brawny... brawny, brawny
Cos props, with a little Japanese beauty... Gender: Male
What the hell! I see!
With these companies worth killing a thousand knives in front of them, it is no wonder that the people of the earth no longer make a fuss about the "little boy hospitality" in the medieval world.
"Paralyze these bastards..." Wu Qingchen couldn't laugh or cry: "Should I be grateful, or should I vomit blood?"
"Of course I should be grateful." Jiang Fengming replied with a smile: "You don't think the committee can't even keep a salary slip secret?"
"Eh?" Wu Qingchen reacted quickly: "You mean these companies do it on purpose?"
"Whether the company is intentional or not is not easy to judge." Jiang Fengming shook his head: "However, the country where these companies are located and the decision-making center of the committee that decided to publish part of the payroll must have anticipated the current demand."
"Uh..." Wu Qingchen was very surprised: "If I'm not mistaken, the date on this salary slip is three days ago, right?"
"You read that right." Jiang Fengming nodded.
"Three days ago... Earth three days ago..." Wu Qingchen frowned silently.
"To be precise, it was 61 hours ago on the earth..." Jiang Fengming corrected, and directly said what Wu Qingchen was thinking: "At that time, the effect of honeycomb on buckwheat was just discovered by the aborigines, and it was 15 years before you were appointed as a priest, Mr. Wu. God, based on speculation about the style of the ruling class in the medieval world, a part of your salary slip has been selectively published."
"Sure enough, it was washing the floor in advance..." Wu Qingchen felt a little emotional.
"Public opinion guidance is just a side effect..." Jiang Fengming shook his head again: "The main purpose of the announcement is the final round of safety audits."
"Last round of security audit? What do you mean?"
"It means..." Pointing to the chopsticks in Wu Qingchen's hand, Jiang Fengming smiled and said, "After eating this bun, you can receive your first salary."
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It can be favored by the temporary committee and transformed into a simulation village of Akeli. The area where the training base is located is obviously a rare place with beautiful mountains and rivers in the suburbs of the capital.
Such precious resources are obviously impossible to be let go by real estate developers. As early as four or five years ago, this area was swallowed by a certain first-line real estate brand as a whole. The brand held up most of the land for appreciation, and only sporadically opened up a few small villas to fool the planning bureau.
After the celestial phenomena incident, whether the land or the villa, it all belonged to Wu Qingchen... cough, it all belonged to the training group.
After breakfast, Wu Qingchen's motorcade arrived in front of the villa named "Jiangshan Yipin" in about ten minutes.
According to Jiang Fengming, "Jiangshan Yipin" is the one with the most complete facilities, the highest grade and the largest floor area among all the villas in the area.
At the same time, "Jiangshan Yipin" is also the villa real estate closest to the Aikeli simulation village—it is only a five-minute drive from the parking lot of the simulation base—obviously, this is a Aikeli simulation village. Wu Qingchen prepared the palace.
"Since it's all mine..." Before the convoy entered, Wu Qingchen asked one last time: "Then let me handle it?"
"Of course." Jiang Fengming nodded without hesitation.
"Okay." Wu Qingchen took out his phone.
After two minutes.
"Wu Qingchen Weibo is online!"
Wu Qingchen's Weibo, whose number of followers has broken through ten figures, has just launched, and all the software immediately sent reminder pop-up windows.
There are a total of eight villas in this area, each of which has independent swimming pool, home theater, exhibition room, archery range, thug apartment and other functional rooms... and shares comprehensive supporting facilities such as racing track, horse racing track, golf course, zoo, etc. In the villa area, in the next hour, the world of showing off wealth on Earth ushered in a special day.
Wu Qingchen's first post on Weibo, 100 million call charge recharge reminder confirmation interface, 3 billion balance reminder interface.
"100 million calls! 3 billion balance!"
"One sun and three suns!"
"Where did the three come from?"
"Without super authority, can you recharge more than 100,000 at one time?"
Wu Qingchen posted the second post on Weibo, and took a photo with his pure gold life-size sculpture on the lawn.
"Grass! How much does this weigh?"
"This luster, this color, is it so charming!"
"Five tons? Ten tons?"
"I don't know, anyway, with this weight, without tools, three or two thieves will definitely not be able to move it!"
Then: the beautiful tailor sticks to measure the size; the beautiful jockey hugs and consolidates the equestrian skills; the beautiful coach hugs and adjusts the swimming posture; the beautiful engineer holds hands and guides the sports car to drive...
"One hundred, more than three digits!"
"Goddess, pure goddess team!"
"There are all types!"
"Jealousy envy hate ah!"
If there are still traces to follow in the history of showing off wealth in the past ten or so posts, then we will officially enter a new level of showing off wealth!
In the exhibition room, Wu Qingchen was dressed in a military uniform, with medals and medals presented by various countries hanging all over the front. At the same time, he was holding several laurel wreaths in his left hand and a large scepter in his right hand.
"The Order of Russia!" "The Order of Courage!" "The Order of Knighthood!" "The Order of Courage!"
"Welcome everyone to watch the introduction column of the highest medals in each country!"
"The Crown of the Prince of Spain!" "The Crown of the Prince of England!" "The Scepter of Sweden!" "The Scepter of the Holy See!"
"Welcome everyone to watch the introduction column of symbols of royal power in various countries!"
Then, Wu Qingchen spread ten fingers and stepped on the letters "one billion euros" with a smile on the incense super commemorative coin with a length of more than three meters and a width of more than one meter.
"The largest denomination banknotes, dedicated to the most powerful people!"
"Stand on the GDP of a small country!"
Next is a series of pictures. With the assistance of the staff of the Federal Reserve, Wu Qingchen carried the special printing paper, added special printing ink, and used the pocket printing machine to print a large handful of U.S. bills and cut them out by himself.
"Do you think you can print money? Wu: I can!"
"Need money? Someone is here, print a ton for him!"
"My God, it's crooked! It's crooked! It's crooked!"
"Don't throw it away if you cut it crookedly! Brother, give it to me, don't burn it, don't! I want it!"
"..."
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Due to various reasons such as customs, security, and auditing, only one percent of the "salary" in the "Jiangshan Yipin" area has been credited to the account for the time being. However, an hour has passed, and even if you browse around, Wu I just saw half of it in the morning.
Wu Qingchen did not continue to read the rest of the content.
Within an hour, Jiang Fengming had informed Wu Qingchen of the two "supernatural clues" in Fort Ackford and Fishguard Parish in the medieval world, and analyzed them in detail.
I deliberately chose to report at this time. Of course Wu Qingchen understood Jiang Fengming's hint:
Mr. Wu, the masters of the medieval world can promise heaven, but the earth—at least in front of you—is already a kingdom of heaven.
Pancreatitis has recurred, and the hospitalization code is in the code.