MTL - Tomb Raider: Storytelling and Writing, The Mystic Nine is Confused-Chapter 168

"What's enough for you? Mr. Zhang's stuff is now 90 million yuan. If you are not careful, it will add up to hundreds of millions. Your little fortune is not enough."

"Hehe, why don't you take out your little property?"

The man was speechless for a moment.

Waited a while longer.

Yin Xinyue dropped the Xingmu in her hand.

"The corpse poison pill, 90 million, belongs to Mr. Jude Kao."

The hall was dead silent.

The old man slowly got up and walked out of the Crescent Hotel.

Everyone sighed, but did not dare to say a word.

Then Zhang Chen also got up and left directly.

The figure just disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

There was a burst of gasps in the hall...0

"My mother, I finally left. This is the only time I hope Mr. Zhang will leave soon."

"I also have the same feeling. I used to think that it was okay for Mr. Zhang to kill, but now, just one look from Mr. Zhang makes me feel more depressed and uncomfortable than death."

"Huh, it feels so good to be able to breathe."

"Mr. Zhang is so scary, what will happen to those few people just now?"

"Death? It shouldn't be possible, after all, it's just the Crescent Hotel doing it on its own. It shouldn't be possible to die, but it's still possible to be deaf and mute."

"My Cao, don't live in such a terrifying way. Last time, I thought that the two people in the gene would die, but the family behind them is not gone!"

"Bodhisattva bless the Bodhisattva, fortunately I just closed my mouth in time, otherwise everyone would not be able to see me now."

"Cut, who wants to look at you like that."

"Tomorrow seems to be the time to lecture again. Who among you is still here, is there anyone who isn't here?"

"If you don't come, why don't you come? It's fine if you don't speak. Is it possible that being a mute can provoke Mr. Zhang?"

Just listen to the man's attitude is very firm.

"I won't come, I won't come, and my long tongue might end up saying the wrong thing."

A trace of contempt flashed in everyone's eyes.

And this time.

Zhang Chen has returned to the door of the courtyard.

A thick vine slowly stretched out.

"Master, you're back."

"Um."

The vine gently lifted Zhang Chen's body and moved towards the interior of the courtyard.

"Is the tortoise alright?"

Corpse Tree opened his mouth.

"It has been buried in a layer of soil 100 meters deep."

As soon as he came in, he clearly felt a special wall of air appeared at the outermost periphery of the courtyard.

When touching the air wall, there is still a trace of mental fluctuations.

Soon Zhang Chen arrived in the middle of the other courtyard.

"Hi! What is this mist?"

"This is the purpose of the magnetic 0.9 turtle, gathering the invisible dragon energy here."

Zhang Chen suddenly realized, and then he saw two figures sitting cross-legged under the tree in the fog.

It was Zhang Xuqian and Feng Shigu.

"Could it be that these two are cultivating?"

Thinking about it, he opened the system panel.

【Feng Shigu】

[Repair: 500 years]

[Status: Cultivating]

Hold the grass, really his grandmother can practice.

Zhang Chen looked at the panel data of the two, and his heart moved.

Immediately walked into the fog, the pure white fog seemed to be in a critical state.

Sit for a while.

Zhang Chen opened his eyes and carefully felt the current state of his body.

Nothing has changed.

Suddenly he muttered helplessly.

"This subordinate can cultivate, but I can't cultivate, it's a **** shame."

talking.

He got up and went out.

Outside, the demon tree has arranged the hammock and tea set neatly.

Zhang Chen stepped forward and lay down.

Sip tea leisurely.

"Hey, in this world of tomb robbers, there are a group of monsters under the robbers, and they can still practice.".

Chapter 172 The old **** asks to see

Beijing.

The major newspaper offices are already so busy that they don't sleep twenty-four hours a day.

There are also some foreigners dressed in western style in the capital.

"You guys, we want a thousand copies of newspapers, all the time! We will further strengthen our cooperation if we can. Boss of the Dragon Country, this is a win-win situation, how about it?"

The newspaper boss was about to pick up the cigarette on the table and smoke it.

Upon seeing this, the foreigner quickly took out a box of unlabeled cigarettes from his luggage.

"Boss Longguo, come and smoke this, cigar!"

"Cigar? What?"

Then the foreigner took out a teat-sized cigarette from the cigarette case.

Is this a cigar?

"What is it? It's so thick, it's like having a mallet in it."

Talk about throwing it away.

The foreigner on the opposite side looked at it with a dazed expression. Such a custom-made cigar was disliked in Long Kingdom.

"You said you wanted cigarettes from every period, bah, newspapers!"

"A thousand copies!"

Hearing the surprised tone of the newspaper boss, the foreigner immediately felt that his face was full of beauty.

The next moment, the newspaper boss sneered and said disdainfully.

"You know, Mr. Zhang's newspaper is in Long Country, how many copies do I sell every day?"

"Five hundred?"

Five hundred!

The cigarette in the newspaper boss's mouth fell to the ground at once.

"Five hundred, what are you kidding me, this number!"

"Mr. Zhang's 30 newspapers sell 10 million copies every day!"

This ten million directly shocked the foreigner sitting opposite.

The foreigner obviously didn't believe it.

"Is Mr. Zhang's newspaper so popular? Oh buy it!"

"Respected Mr. Zhang, respected Mr. Newspaper, I want 10 million copies. I am very grateful for Mr. Zhang's reward."

Finally, the boss of the newspaper office across from him calmed down.

This directly doubles the daily revenue.

How can you be unhappy.

"Mr. Gigi, please forgive my neglect."

"I'll take you to the best teahouse in our capital for dinner, I'll treat you."

At this time.

A subordinate ran in.

"Boss, the big news is that Mr. Zhang is holding an auction again, and the foreigner Jude Kao bought both items."

The newspaper boss gritted his teeth.

"Damn gringo!"

The newspaper owner's hand on the foreigner swayed.

"Go, edit this message immediately!"

"Another wave of prices!"

......

Soon the streets and alleys of the capital became lively again.

"My God, Mr. Zhang won't be too old. This medicinal pill has appeared one after another. It's amazing."

"I want to ask Mr. Zhang for an elixir."

"Come on you, just think about it. Mr. Zhang must have worked hard to refine the medicine pill. You didn't see that it took seven, seven, forty-nine days to refine it successfully."

"Where? Let me see."

The man obviously didn't believe it, so he grabbed the newspaper around him and read it.

"Hey! It's terrible. Several children of aristocratic families mocked an old **** who was bidding with Jude, and were directly beaten to death by Mr. Zhang Lingchi."

"My Cao, don't scare me, Mr. Zhang will make enemies with the family for this eunuch?"

"Look at this! Look at this! Very exciting news. No one dares to say a word to Mr. Zhang."

"Master Zhang Dafa, the old head of Xieling, what about ours?"

"Haha, just a bunch of them, under the majesty of Mr. Zhang, they don't dare to fart."

"Haha, that's true. I was there at the time. Master Zhang's cloak fell off, and the jade fingers were all crushed."

As soon as the man opened his mouth, a group of people gathered around him.

"Brother, is this true or false?"

"What did I lie to you for? I was wearing a suit and was soaked with sweat."

"Mr. Zhang is so powerful?"