Doomsday Pavilion

At the same time, Lin Chou just sent away a group of guests from the research institute.

Only Sikong and his damn duck are left in the shop.

Sikong was also sighing, and he really couldn't help it. The handsome Young Master Moshang, who always advertised himself as a knight, was still cursing his mother.

"Fuck!"

"What do you say about Lin? Longhudou...not for sale?!"

Lin Sorrow nodded naturally.

"As you can see, the people from the research institute have just left. It is estimated that they have not gone down the mountain yet, or you go and chase them back?"

The people from the research institute just brought news that they were the first to find an adult caracal cat, and paid a deposit of 10 million yuan in advance, hoping to book Lin Chou's small museum on the first day of the next month, and a very sincere apology in official language.

Specific actions such as posting a notice at the gate, apologizing for the inconvenience caused to the people.

To say that Lin Chou is still very satisfied, the people in the research institute are not so rigid, they actually know the "reciprocity".

Yes, a group of people from the research institute brought a dozen rare blue-striped wildebeests and sold them to Lin Chou almost at the price of cabbage.

This should be one of the indescribable "local products". Well, it is said that I came from a certain valley when I was looking for a caracal cat. In the words of the research institute, there is no research value anyway, so I might as well sell it. Change money.

Sikong sneered, but helpless.

If the scientific research institute is really up to date, he will be useless as a young master.

"Spicy chicken."

The ghost knows what it is like to spend money like a chieftain Kong son now, it is unprecedented, he still can't spend money for the first time.

This is not for a feast, but...

Sikong's illness, to put it bluntly, was a congenital deficiency, and he was determined from his birth that neither mutation nor awakening could make up for such a deficiency.

The delicacy of red grilled crocodile palm has made Sikong unforgettable, but its magical effect has made Sikong see hope.

Especially after he had another fight, the situation began to develop in an unpredictable direction.

Sikong was extremely excited to discover that the original strength in his body began to accumulate.

A congenital defect is destined that he will not be able to break through the first order in his life. It is like a wooden barrel that lacks a board, and you fill it with water. This does not exist at all.

Not everyone knows what it feels like when the original power is active in the body, so Sikong told his rude old man about it, and Sikongyu simply brought the research institute to a total of 130. What number of old professors.... The result is-a good thing!

Okay, these old guys don't make any sense and can't see anything. The only advice that can be given is to go to the scientific research institute for inspection, inspection, and various inspections. It is best to have the autopsy section of Sagong.

If you know it's a good thing, you don't need to worry about it. Once the two of you think about it, you can go directly to the Lord.

So Sikong came, and by the way, he took the old man who wanted to come with the car sneakily back.

After Sikong arrived, Lin Chou's expression was as constipated as a report with a standard academic paper posture of two thousand five hundred words.

It took a long time to squeeze out four words,

"Consolidate the foundation."

Lin Chou wanted to sneer, MMP, if you ask Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu himself has to guess whether he knows or not.

As the saying goes, learning mathematics, physics and chemistry is not afraid to travel all over the world. Will Xiao Wuzi come over and analyze the fusion and efficacy of various alien ingredients in a scientific research institute the next day?

Sikong sighed for a long time.

"Scarce cat, caracal cat!"

Lin Chou kept his hands on his hands, and said while processing the meat in the basin.

"Well, if you find a caracal cat, this dragon and tiger fight can make an exception for you once a month."

This has always been Lin Chou's little cleverness. The scarcity is the most expensive thing. The Fuck system has always set a lower limit but no upper limit. Lin Chou said the upper limit himself.

Sikong almost turned his face with Lin Chou directly.

"His mother's research institute and the garrison sent almost all of their manpower, and they almost turned the wilderness over before they found a few of them. Maybe they were hidden and tucked. Do you think I'm the king of heaven? Can you grab it?"

Lin Chou glared at him, "I said why you are so nasty, why do you always want to snatch people's things? Wouldn't you find it yourself?"

Sikong stared, "You fucking fart, if I can find it, can I stare at you here, huh?"

"It's useless for you to stare at me. Lao Tzu can't turn you into a scorpion cat....Don't fight against Xiao Hei Xiao Bai's idea. Be careful to roll down your small body."

Sikong licked his lips, leaned up with a smile on his face, scared Lin Chou straight back.

"What are you going to do, I have a knife in my hand, let me tell you."

Sagong smirked, "Brother Lin, look at the last time you did a dragon-tiger fight, isn't there a big pot left? It's dark, I'm a lot more circulated... You are a chef, How to do it is not a matter of yours?"

"what do you mean?"

"Ahem, I mean, if you can secretly save me a bowl or two bowls, the price is good, it's easy to negotiate!"

Lin Chou didn't have a mouthful of old blood sprayed on this guy's face.

"Fuck, you can't figure it out. Did you let this handsome steal his own cooking?"

"The scholar's matter, how can it be said to be stealing? I pretend that you are so handsome, boss Lin, there must be a way, right?

Lin Chou's eyelids twitched,

"Well, for your honesty, Rong Benshuai will consider one or two."

"Well, think about it slowly, and think about it slowly..." Sikong put a card into Lin Chou's pocket calmly, "Don't worry, think about it slowly."

Technically speaking, it seems that a very dirty and nasty deal has been reached like this?

Lin Chou raised his head arrogantly and didn't take care of the goods.

Just kidding, what kind of thing do we boss Lin do?

Who do you think Lin Chou is?

Of course it is the rejection of righteous words!

He lowered his head and glanced at the half of the card that was exposed in his pocket, hey, golden, ten million!

Sure enough, the people in the research institute are all stingers!

(Huh? What the above words... Sorry, that is the wrong subtitle.)

Boss Lin has always had no psychological burden on such trivial matters, and he can only smile unspeakably, "Come on the second to pick up the goods!"

"NO, throw Bole mother."

After a major event, he was refreshed, and Sikong’s accent became relaxed.

"Xiao Linzi, what are you doing."

Lin Chou rubbed and rubbed the horse meat in a basin of ice, with a gentle and delicate technique, comparable to a lover's thrush.

"Usually after making a lot of money...no, no, this doesn't really express my feelings. If you win a lottery with 5 million points in circulation, how would you celebrate?"

Sikong thought seriously for a long time, looking blank.

"What is there to celebrate?"