After the call with Onuma ended, Qin Ran didn't go to Yancheng immediately.
Him, there are still some things to deal with.
It also got deeper.
The dinner in the temple began to come to an end.
A dinner without Qin Ran is just like the God of Forest City would not appear at a dinner.
Without the "God" dinner, it is destined to be more lively. The guests toasted, smiled and greeted each other, and the small circles formed by each collided and merged with each other.
Isn't that what dinner parties are for
Express obedience and expand contacts.
Moulton's face was flushed, and he seemed to be the protagonist of the dinner tonight.
Of course, it is as if.
The real protagonist is not here, and the protagonist in the order is in a corner beside him, talking in a low voice with the existences that are really worth communicating with.
Envy flashed in Moulton's eyes.
Even if he is already standing in the position of Hermia at this moment.
But compared with the older Hermia, the younger Moulton had greater ambitions.
The position in front of me...
Just a starting point.
So, when he saw the old monk walking out of the corner, Moulton, who had been preparing for a long time, immediately walked over with his wine glass.
He chose a good location, and walking past it seemed like a coincidence.
Even, in his mind, Moulton had already thought up his speech, and silently rehearsed it countless times.
Opportunity awaits those who are prepared.
Moulton was convinced of this statement.
Just as he is convinced that he will succeed next.
"Good evening… "
Moulton greeted him politely.
Then, only a pair of cloudy eyes remained in his world.
Gradually, these cloudy eyes became clear, like the stream in the jungle by his childhood home, cool and bottomless.
Body bathed in warm sunshine.
There are insects and birds chirping in my ears.
those days...
I really miss it.
Involuntarily, Moulton sighed.
Then, a question appeared in his heart.
Why don't I go back to my old life
My original purpose was just to exchange a sharp ax for my father and a set of kitchen utensils for my mother. I came out to work for this.
But now, how long has it been since I visited them
The last time was at the end of the year, just in a hurry at the dinner table.
what did they say
They seem to be old.
They don't seem happy.
they seem to be...
very lonely.
Inexplicably, Moulton's eye sockets became hot.
When the tears welled up, he still saw those cloudy eyes.
When the words came to his lips, Moulton swallowed them back abruptly.
At this time, it is not suitable to say.
Needless to say.
But at least the other party expressed goodwill, didn't they
"Thanks."
Moulton said something habitually.
For those who are helpful to him, no matter what the attitude of the other party is, Moulton is always so polite.
The old monk nodded and smiled at Moulton, then turned and continued walking.
Moulton looked at the back of the other party until he disappeared, and then looked away.
He recalled what he just 'thought' in his heart.
Finally, shook his head.
He is no longer who he was then.
It is impossible for him to let his temper come.
He needs to know how to choose.
For the next time, Moulton seemed to have nothing happened, and continued to walk among the guests who were about to leave with a glass of wine, no different from before.
Morton did not leave the temple until the last guest had left.
Moreover, before leaving, he once again gave small gifts to every member of the funeral club stationed at the temple.
Delicate and not expensive, but the kind that looks extremely attentive.
"Boss, there are two meetings tomorrow morning."
"Several clients from multiple cities will come in the afternoon."
"This is the document you must review today."
Just sitting in the car, the secretary handed over a stack of documents while talking.
Moulton took it silently, and began to browse through the lights in the car.
The secretary patted the driver's seat lightly.
She knew that Moulton could not be disturbed at this time.
Similarly, she also knows that her boss will go back to the office to sleep because of the meeting tomorrow morning.
The car moved forward at a steady and constant speed.
However, when he just arrived at the crossroads in front of the temple, Moulton suddenly made a sound.
"etc!"
"Go to the villa in the suburbs first."
"besides… "
"Prepare me two gifts for my parents. They are old, so don't choose... Forget it, drive to a place where you can still buy gifts."
"I pick it myself."
Moulton said.
The secretary looked at his boss in surprise, as if meeting him for the first time, but immediately, the secretary came back to his senses.
"OK."
"I know a place."
"They're open all night."
"Also, tomorrow morning's meeting?"
"As usual."
The car starts again.
This time it didn't stop, but drove straight to the destination, at a faster but more stable speed.
plan, no change.
It's just that life has changed.
As for good or bad
Who knows.
That is the benevolent see benevolence, the wise see wisdom.
Or, like a person who knows how warm or cold drinking water is.
…
The old monk staggered up to Qin Ran, clasped his hands together.
"Your Majesty."
During the words, the old monk bent slightly.
"Um."
"well done."
Qin Ran said lightly.
"He did a good job, not me."
The old monk was not surprised that Qin Ran knew everything. In this city, who could hide it from the god who owns the city? The old monk shook his head with a smile, and saluted again: "Thank you for everything you have done for Tanya."
"I don't like to owe people favors, so I just pay them back."
Qin Ran spoke truthfully.
"That's why it's all the more grateful."
The old monk laughed again, the folds on his face were piled up layer by layer, not ugly, but kindly grateful.
However, Qin Ran didn't want to discuss this issue any further.
"Do you know craftsmen who can make props similar to secret treasures and pharmacists who can make special medicines?"
Qin Ran went straight to the point.
What do you do when you have absolute ownership of a city
There is so much that can be done.
But for Qin Ran, there is only one thing: use this city to produce and create more points.
And selling props and medicines is definitely the first choice!
Perhaps, in a huge city, he couldn't do this.
Each player has a sense of self.
Even using the means of a broker, there is no guarantee that nothing will go wrong.
It can be changed to the city in the dungeon world in front of me, which is different.
He is a 'god' in the eyes of the aborigines.
His words are oracles.
Here he can obtain a steady stream of resources.
As for time
Qin Ran already knew that there would be no so-called perfection in the world, so he would not be entangled in such matters.
What's more, the most important thing now is: the old monk's answer.
Under Qin Ran's gaze, the old monk spoke.
The old monk said...