Still three shifts! Ask for a monthly ticket!
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Takeno Jiro choked.
great breath...
Even if the Mitsubishi Consortium has become the Mitsubishi Group, even if Mr. Iwasaki has abdicated, there is really nothing he can't solve in Japan...
But he didn't say anything. After he respectfully wrote down the number, he bowed and said, "Then, let's go first? By the way, sir, you don't have to pay for all the expenses, the rental fee of the venue, the labor fee, Iwasaki. The old gentleman has gone private."
Sensible... Qin Ye sighed repeatedly, this kind of favor is really comfortable enough to make him hum.
"I'm asking you something." I couldn't help coughing dryly: "What... Mr. Iwasaki... How is your body?"
Takeno Jiro was stunned.
Qin Ye put his fist to his mouth and continued to cough. He hinted wildly: "That is to say... Is there any incurable disease such as cancer, AIDS, leukemia... It would be better if it was at an advanced stage..."
Jiro Takeno's lips were trembling: "No, no... Your body is very tough. At least you can live for a few more decades..."
Qin Ye waved his hand regretfully: "Understood, let's go."
Seeing the figure of Jiro Takeno leading people to flee frantically, Qin Ye was very unhappy.
Hehe... Stupid human beings, this is the kindness of the future Yama. What's there to be afraid of? Do you understand Yinsi's unique way of greeting
Too lazy to care about these ignorant mortals, Yan Luo jumped to the top of the warehouse without caring about his shocking future, watched dozens of cars drive away slowly, and then looked at the black pile of materials below. A sense of satisfaction arises in my heart.
Underworld, take off soon!
After waiting for another hour, it was three o'clock in the evening. He just grabbed it from the void, and a stack of talismans drawn by Arthas appeared in his hand, and with a hand, it flew through the factory like paper money. At the moment when it fell to the ground, countless green ghosts that were invisible to the human eye burst into flames. From then on, all the materials slowly turned into fly ash and scattered in all directions.
Qin Ye waited quietly, there were so many things that it burned for an hour. Just when the last thing was burned, Yan Luoyin turned, and with a blink of an eye, he returned to the long-lost underworld again.
This time, however, no one greeted him.
All the ghost people, including the death judge, all stared blankly at the open space in front of the gate of the ghost, where hundreds of containers were lined up in a circle, all opened.
Countless white paper money floated down in the air, forming a huge cloud hole. Every ten minutes, a huge container crashed down. The sound of discussion from all directions is like a landslide and a tsunami. An endless stream.
Qin Ye did not speak immediately, but carefully looked at each Yin spirit.
Excitement, ecstasy, and shock. Everyone has only these three expressions on their faces. They are obviously annoying things in the world. At this moment, they are like stimulants, making the silent underworld noisy again.
"How do you feel?" Qin Ye took a look, walked behind Su Dongxue, and said in a low voice.
"It's great..." Su Dongxue didn't look back, these ordinary things actually made her breathless: "Mahjong! Poker! And books! My God! This... This is a Christmas present!"
"Like it?" Excited screams and discussions were heard from all directions, and Qin Ye's heart was also driven by this enthusiasm. Maybe... This is the so-called Lele alone is not as good as the Lele of the crowd...
His subjects, the growth of his territory, had begun to quietly affect his heart at some point.
Su Dongxue didn't speak, just nodded desperately, staring at the container with flickering eyes, Qin Ye could figure out just by looking at her appearance, she must be thinking about what to get later. Su Dongxue couldn't help but coughed lightly, and Su Dongxue was stunned for a while. She turned around and was so frightened that she was about to kneel down to worship when Qin Ye raised his index finger and snorted, then shook his head.
The two of them just mingled in the crowd, and there were not many Yin spirits pointing at the container in all directions. Everywhere they heard, they all said, "Oh my God... can the underworld also get mahjong?" "Fiction! It's great! I I'm dying of boredom these past few months." "Sorry, you're dead." "SoRRY, slip of the tongue, I mean, bored and almost died again!"
Qin Ye followed his gaze and saw Huang Liangchuan who was extremely excited. The billionaire in this world was pressing forward desperately at this moment. A few boxes of mahjong were placed in front of the door of the container. His eyes are red, but unfortunately, he is an old ghost, his physical strength is not very good, and he has not squeezed within 20 meters for a long time.
He also saw Qian Tianyi, Hu Feng and others, wearing hard hats, looking in the direction of the football, the surrounding Yin spirits were so excited that the yin qi was floating around, and he could vaguely hear "Real Madrid", "Brazil" and "Football". League" and so on.
No matter what box was in front of it, it was crowded with yin spirits, and the yin qi almost dissipated into ice cubes. The noise of ghosts almost boiled the air in the underworld... Qin Ye withdrew his gaze with emotion. He had no idea that these ordinary things would bring such a sensation a few months after they died.
Yes, sensational.
Just like a star chasing fan who sees his star right in front of him. Frenzy and excited.
If you see an oasis in the desert, it is like seeing a continent in the ocean.
And the excitement of these people actually drove his satisfaction. The sense of fulfillment and achievement in my heart is beyond words.
He took a deep breath, coughed lightly, and suddenly, the sound was like thunder streaking through the air. However, there is no wave at all for the fanatical crowd at the moment. On the contrary, many of the judges beside him gasped, and in the cheers of "Long live Lord Yama!" and "Lord Yama is wise!", they knelt down and bowed.
Really... so satisfying...
Not fear, but respect, from the heart.
After a pause, he sank into his dantian, and this time his voice was much louder than last time: "Everyone, be quiet."
Finally, the group of ghosts slowly quieted down, and he walked out of the crowd unhurriedly. Hundreds of inquisitors followed him, came to the container, and patted them lightly. I wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything for a while.
In the past few months, this turbulent underworld has traveled too many roads, rioting and dissatisfaction again and again. Time and time again, he and Alsace demolished the east wall to repair the west wall, and even went overseas as the future Yan Luo himself. . Now, it's finally time to harvest.
Efforts paid, gratitude received.
There are a lot of things that I want to say, but suddenly I can't say it, such as "Are you happy?" "You will do things for the underworld in the future, you know?" and so on.
Because it is not necessary. The ghosts have been written on their faces.
"These things will be distributed in the next few months. This officer knows that in the past few months, everyone has worked hard."
Unable to help, he bowed deeply.
The place was silent.
I don't know how long it took, about ten seconds, about a minute, and finally, sparse applause came from outside, then it got louder and louder, and finally, it turned into warm applause from everywhere.
"The reason why it's not distributed now. It's because we haven't counted it yet." Qin Ye put his hands behind his back and walked slowly through the container. Wherever he walked, the inquisitors respectfully backed away. He patted the icy box lightly, but felt extremely hot, and said solemnly: "Everyone has seen that there are more than ten containers of entertainment facilities in these things. In addition, there are dozens of containers of production materials. This is about a dozen industries that are closely related to everyone. How to do it?"
Humans are really strange creatures.
Obviously there was nothing to say just now, but now I feel the blood in my heart rushing up, and the words I want to say jumped to my mouth involuntarily, and the spring came out.
Contradictory, right? He thinks too.
His voice involuntarily grew louder: "What we need is regulations, how do these industries work, and who manages them? How to calculate the items produced, these all require a series of work. Apart from these, there are only so many entertainment facilities. Thousands of sets, people are definitely not enough. How to divide? How to return? How to compensate for damage? The lending mechanism is not perfect."
Everyone's rapid breathing finally weakened, but there was not a lot of expectation in their eyes.
What people fear most is that there is no hope. Once they have it, even if it is five or ten years, they can wait.
"Next, there will be big moves in the underworld. The arrival of these things also declares that the days when everyone does nothing is over. The currency system will be built on these things. So now, please give the civil servants the time to count, and other people. Sort out your specialties, and be ready to come to Guimenguan to sign up at any time."
He glanced around the scene and said in a deep voice: "As the first batch of employees of the underworld, you will never regret investing in the comprehensive construction of the underworld. What this officer wants is to provide help, not icing on the cake!"
"The leader of Yin Jiansi and the planner of the currency system remain, and the other ghost people are disbanded."
The personnel left, but it was not the same as in the past. The idle eggs were so painful that they lay under the tree and looked at the sky. Instead, they were in groups of three or five, discussing fiercely.
The underworld is going to be real... Maybe the wasteland under my feet will be high-rise buildings in a few years! Don't you see the rows of engineering equipment and building materials in the back
Anyone who has experienced reform and opening up knows that to get rich, they have to eat the first cup of soup!
Without the discussion of the ghost people, this hopeful picture has disappeared in the underworld for several months. Now is the time to let them vent. Qin Ye went directly to the meeting room on the side of the ghost gate. Not long after, Gu Qing, the seven directors of Yin Jian Division, Huang Liangchuan and others also walked in one after another.
"Master Qin." Gu Qing cupped his hands and bowed respectfully. When he raised his head, his old face glowed with excitement: "This time... you have made a great event!"
"This is like laying the foundation for the underworld!" "Send charcoal in the snow... This is the real charcoal in the snow! Do you know that I almost went crazy when I saw those construction machinery!" "It's more than that! Master Qin, those entertainment Facilities are the real bombs! Even if the first phase of Qinyuan is not repaired, these things will be enough to settle them for ten years!"
Flattery. Qin Ye accepted it safely.
For these things, this time he really paid the price in blood.
It wasn't until everyone was running out of words that he knocked on the table dissatisfied: "Go ahead? Learn from Mr. Gu, there are no words that are repeated now, read more... If you don't have enough reading, you just go over and over again. Won't your Chinese teacher cry?"
All wisely shut up. No... As the top leader, can you point your face
Seeing that everyone was silent, Qin Ye waved regretfully and smiled, "Sit down."
After everyone sat down, he said solemnly: "Yes, this time, the foundation of the underworld has really been consolidated. However, this time, we have made too much, and we don't have much time. Now, I will mention a few points of mine. Views and requirements, you add. Be sure to arrange all the work in the next time. "