End of dusk.
Shambala Mine.
Living area No. 3 of the mine, in an office in the middle.
The mine owner Waltz sat behind his desk, squinting and reading a letter that someone put on his desk.
After reading it, his expression changed several times, as if he was thinking about something. Then he stood up and searched the room for tools to prepare to burn the letter.
As a result, after walking around twice, he realized one thing: there was nothing in his office that could make a fire.
In fact, throughout the mine, things that can make fire are strictly controlled.
After all, there are dangerous explosives like fire and thunder in the mine. If someone loses his mind and sneaks into the warehouse to light a fire, a large group of people will be blown up into the sky.
How to destroy the letter paper
After thinking about it, Waltz put the letter into his mouth, chewed it hard, and swallowed it with a frown.
Picking up the water glass on the table, he drank the water in one breath, wiped the water from the corners of his mouth, straightened his clothes, and walked out the door. Seeing a middle-level employee of the mine passing by outside the door, he stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Husk, go and inform everyone that a management meeting will be held in half an hour."
"Ah?" The man named Huske was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and nodded in response, "Yes, mine owner."
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Soon, half an hour later, in a huge conference room in Living Area No. 3, nearly a hundred mine managers arrived.
Many of them were panting because they had come from distant mining areas, and some of them didn't even have time to change their dirty clothes after going to the mines. One can imagine how tight the half hour given by Waltz was - after all, the current Shambhala Mine is not the same as before. It has almost included a large mountainous area, and people are distributed throughout this large mountainous area.
Waltz glanced around, and after making sure everyone was present, he nodded with satisfaction. He didn't care about the disheveled appearance of the managers. After all, this was a mine, not a noble banquet in the city.
Clearing his throat, Waltz spoke: "I'm sorry, everyone. It was my mistake to suddenly call everyone over for a meeting and make everyone so busy. However, considering the situation in our mine, I think it is Necessary.
On the surface, our mine is indeed operating well, but we must be wary of what happens next and whether it can be maintained for a long time. Everything we are doing well now is because the mine is in a period of rapid development, which has robbed many of the interests of the mines in other areas, thereby covering up the shortcomings.
But we cannot continue to develop at such a high speed forever, so we must be prepared to solve problems before they arise. First of all, the first point is that we must take a long-term view.
We now have a lot of funds due to the income from ores. We don’t necessarily have to continue investing in mining. After all, this is not the only kind of business in the world. We can also develop into other aspects, such as taverns, hotels, jewelry, food, etc. Of course, someone needs to try this, so next, I may adjust your work content, and you should be prepared.
The other is to expand the scope of trade. The Southern Free Federation is too loose and it is difficult to have large-scale trade. If we can connect with the Soma Alliance or the Kingdom of Sika, we will be more advantageous... "
This meeting lasted longer than almost all participants expected, and it did not end until midnight.
And this is the beginning of the transformation of Shambhala Mine.
The transformation from the Shambhala Mine to the Shambhala Business Group and the Shambhala Business and Trade Complex began.
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At a similar time, people in other places also received letters written in Richard's name.
Such as Bobo Boovich's Academy of Ashes.
Bobo Boovich finished reading the letter while trimming the crazy hair on his head with scissors.
Then with a rub of his fingers, a flame emerged, burning the letter and the cut hair together.
I blinked my eyes, thinking about everything.
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For example, the rooms of Richard's two students, Harry and Cathy, in the Marquis Vian's mansion.
Harry and Cathy read the letter, looked at each other, nodded, and burned the letter in the brazier.
"You must not tell anyone else about this letter." Cathy looked at Harry and said seriously.
"What letter?" Harry blinked and responded seriously, "My sister, you have to know that matter exists independently of our consciousness, and our consciousness cannot make matter change. If so, it doesn't exist in the first place. If matter exists, then our consciousness cannot create this kind of matter. And now, as far as I know, the letter you mentioned no longer exists in our world, so... there is no difference between it and there was none in the first place. Yes. So..."
Cathy was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then became a little annoyed. She realized something and asked Harry, "Have you been secretly studying again recently? Don't deny it. We have never studied these things you said before."
"Uh, well, I got a manuscript of a very old book a few days ago. It seems to be called "Tessler's Codex". This is what I saw from above."
"Then when you finish reading it, you want to lend it to me."
"Yes, but you must also lend me "Lum's Thinking Diary" in exchange."
"Hmph, you're so stingy. Okay, okay, I'll give it to you right now." Cathy curled her lips and walked towards the bookshelf in disgust.
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Everything has its own arrangement, waiting for the day when we meet again.
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Another corner of the world.
In the darkness, a huge stone chamber stood like a tomb buried deep underground.
The secret room was quiet. If you listened carefully, you could hear a faint sound.
Moving his eyes towards the corner of the secret room, he could see a black stone table here.
On the stone table, a pale white candle was lit. In front of the stone table, there is a stone chair, and there is a figure on the stone chair. At this time, the figure was holding an object and playing with it by the light of the pale white candle.
If you look carefully, you can see that the object held by the figure is the head of a doll. However, the head of this doll is too real. No matter the size or details, it is undoubtedly the same as the real person. It looks like a girl.
The only difference is the material. The entire shell of the doll's head seems to be carved from white jade. The surface is extremely smooth, delicate and hard, but has little elasticity.
At this time, the figure held a small black carving knife with its tender white hands, polishing details on the surface of the doll's head. With the sound of "rustling", some white powder slowly floated down and fell all over the doll's head. table.
After a long time, the figure seemed to feel that it was almost polished. He put down the carving knife, carefully held up the doll's head with both heads, slowly approached him, and then... placed it on his empty neck.
"Click!"
There was a sound like a metal link, and the doll's head was fixed, and then the hard white jade shell became soft under the influence of strange energy, just like real skin.
The two eyes carved from obsidian also rotated, and part of them lost color and turned white, no different from real eyes.
The rest of the body changes along with it. If it looked like a human before, it looks like a human now.
The figure stood up, and in the pale candlelight, it showed a somewhat graceful body, and with a flawless face, it turned out to be a beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, but she looked indescribably weird.
The girl turned her hand and took out a small mirror from somewhere. She looked at her new appearance in the mirror carefully, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, showing a sweet smile of satisfaction.
She opened her mouth, and a magical voice came out of her mouth, saying, "She seems to be more beautiful. Well, I must be the most beautiful girl in the world now."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "buzzing" sound, and the stone door on one wall of the secret room suddenly opened.
The girl's body did not move, but her neck turned 180 degrees. She heard the sound and looked towards the opened stone door. Then his eyes suddenly widened, as if he was frightened, with a very surprised expression.
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