Doomsday Pavilion

A few happy and a little sad, Lin Chou's small days are full of taste, but the mountain d...cough cough, Chief Mo Hongniang Mo doesn't have such a high sense of happiness.

Recently, there was an anonymous letter of complaint against the Mingguang poster plan in Majiao Alley. It was actually the new dawn plan that was designated to implement restaurants with inferior ingredients and bad attitudes towards children, even frequent abuse, further accusing them of lax control and even up When it comes to the point where the New Dawn plan is entrusted to seek benefits or some high-level leaders try to achieve some ulterior and ill-conceived purpose.

Cough, the reason why I said it was crying, because the careful occurrence committee staff found traces of drying up on the naive and crooked letter paper. After identification, it was the ingredient of tears. The most shocking thing was the letter. Twenty tiny blood fingerprints in the row at the end.

Cruel!It broke our hearts!

Simply outrageous!The impact is extremely bad!

Mingguang has not entered the fingerprint recognition system, and Mo Hongniang does not care who the twenty or so blood fingerprints come from-but do you still have to think about it? It must be the poor children who have been persecuted for no reason. .

Mo Hongniang immediately convened an overall meeting of the occurrence committee, spraying the occurrence committee from top to bottom...Educated a bloody head and face sweeping, and the table broke six.

Among the messy fragments of tables and chairs, Mo Hongniang’s aura is more selective than a high-level evolutionary, like a kind of ancient beast whose cubs have been injured, her eyes swept from the top of the ceremonial table to the bottom. The crowd is crushed.

The person she saw was like a lone sheep surrounded by wolves--or just weaned lambs. It seemed that there were no more possibilities besides selling Mengbo.

"The officials directly under Majiao Alley in Xiacheng District and the eight surrounding alleys are dismissed and investigated. The farms in the outer city have worked for three years, deprived of political power for life, and will never be hired.

Just when Wei Yizheng breathed a sigh of relief and was fortunate not to be "sit down", Mo Hongniang said with a smile.

"All staff members of the Commission, including me, are prohibited from receiving their March salary, which will be used as a special fund for the New Dawn Program."

"..."

There was a suppressed and embarrassing silence.

In the end, Qin Yuanfeng stood up and said,

"I am not right. We have commissioned such embarrassing news. Other departments don’t know how to look at us. Since there are rumors that we misappropriated the funds of the New Dawn Project, we will give it to us regardless of whether we use it or not. They take a look and leave them speechless."

Mo Hongniang nodded in relief.

"Unexpectedly, Secretary Qin, who has always regarded money as fate, could think so, I am very pleased."

Qin Yuanfeng smiled, "Nowhere, you are so boastful that I can't refute it... I'm afraid that the notoriety of taking money as fate will be implemented in the future."

Mo Hongniang said,

"I hope Secretary Yuanfeng can, like now, treat his wealth as a special fund, and don’t move any funds that shouldn’t be moved. Even if others are scolding you for being miserly Qin Cao, Secretary Yuanfeng can keep his heart. Keep doing it from the end."

Qin Yuanfeng nodded silently, his eyes firm.

After Mo Hongniang ordered various treatment measures, all the members of the committee hurriedly left.

"Secretary Qin, are you still okay?"

Qin Yuanfeng, who was standing still, said,

"There is a little thing I want to tell you."

Mo Hongniang beckoned him to sit down,

"Secretary Yuanfeng, you said that."

Qin Yuanfeng smiled bitterly, "This matter is about Lin Chou."

Mo Hongniang raised her eyebrows.

"Huh? Is there something wrong with Pythagorean Alley? No, it's because the children of Pythagorean Alley were gathered to Majiao Alley after Lin Chou left."

Qin Yuanfeng shook his head.

"That's not true. Actually, this matter is Lin Chou himself, he..."

Mo Hongniang looked at Qin Yuanfeng meaningfully,

"Wait first, Secretary Yuanfeng, you shouldn't be entrusted to talk about this, right? If you are, then you can avoid it.

Qin Yuanfeng was stunned for a moment, his tone was slightly cold.

"I don’t think I’m Qin Yuanfeng anymore. My little bunny Qin Sheng has received the favor of Mr. Lin and I don’t know how much. I can still come and pick peaches like some wolf-hearted people?

Mo Hongniang was also shocked.

"Then Secretary Yuanfeng is..."

The expression on Qin Yuanfeng’s face is very strange, revealing something that is rare in an official of his rank... embarrassing.

"Ahem, I... this... Actually, I am not targeting Lin Chou. I respect him and appreciate him, but for the sake of the base city, I have to consider this point in advance."

Mo Hongniang pinched her eyebrows,

"Yuanfeng, you should just say it straight, don't bend around..."

Qin Yuanfeng sorted out his thoughts and looked rigorous.

"Lin Chou’s Lin’s Xiaoguan has been in business since March, and its income has exceeded...100 million circulation points, which is only a lot more, and this does not include various other industries and valuable substitutes. ."

Mo Hongniang was not surprised,

"A lot of people know this number. His medicated diet prices are very reasonable. If I want to say it, it's even a bit low."

The bitterness on Qin Yuanfeng's face is thicker.

"I'm not talking about this... It's just this Lin Sorrow. In addition to ordering a dress from Grandma Yue, he spent 100,000 points, went to the 11th market to buy various raw materials and seasonings, and traded ingredients with hunters. , Strange beasts."

Qin Yuanfeng was both tangled and dumbfounded, and his emotions suddenly became agitated.

"Besides, he hasn't even leaked a single circulation point, no circulation point! Do you dare to believe it?!"

Mo Hongniang drank the tea well, and squirted it out as soon as he heard the words.

"Really? How is this possible!"

Qin Yuanfeng’s tone was desperate,

"I didn't think it was possible before. How can people not consume when they are alive-I didn't have to believe this is a terrible fact until I checked the consumption records six times."

"This kid made so much money, he, he even sewed the shoes on his feet by himself!!"

"Why doesn't he buy things? How can he not buy things?!"

"How stingy to this level, it's unprecedented..."

"and so..."

"Think about it, in a city as big as Mingguang, the upper limit of currency circulating is actually very low, and it took Lin Chou just a few months to accumulate that most people spend a lifetime dreaming. The money that can be dreamed of is only a few months away. If it takes a few years or more than a decade, it’s nowhere. Believe my judgment, he can definitely, definitely, and absolutely do it-when he takes out the money At that time, what would Mingguang’s currency depreciate like?"

"Yuanfeng, it's an exaggeration..." Mo Hongniang suddenly had a headache, "We have no reason to deprive a citizen of normal and reasonable income."

Qin Yuanfeng gave the reason,

"No one will deprive him of his income. I will use a not-so-sounding term. Nowhere, do you think we can think of a way to allow him to spend a little bit of money?"

"He just clung to his hands like this, I really panicked..."

"..."

Mo Hongniang's mouth is dry and her uncommon words are poor.

In other words, she has no idea what to say.

Qin Yuanfeng added a handful of firewood.

"Lin Chou is still young. He is a normal man. He eats and drinks female tickets and gambles... ahem, I mean, money, women, power, houses, cars...whatever he does, he must have a preference, right?"

"He who has no desires and no demands is a saint!"

"You've seen a lot of ancient movies before the cataclysm. You've been ruthlessly sanctified on the road and then feel that the world is too filthy and waved Sayunala. Do you want to watch Lin Chou become that kind of person?"

The corners of Mo Hongniang’s mouth were twitching, and the expression in Qin Yuanfeng’s eyes felt like crying without tears.

"Secretary Yuanfeng, the more you talk, the more ridiculous!"

Qin Yuanfeng coughed and realized that he was a little off track.

"Ah... Nowhere, what I meant anyway, you see?"

Mo Hongniang rubbed her eyebrows,

"Well... let it go first, let it go, then we will have a small meeting to discuss, sigh, deal with so many things, a little tired, Secretary Qin, it's getting late, go back and rest early, health is the most important thing. ,That's it."

After that, Mo Hongniang actually left Qin Yuanfeng hurriedly away!

The steps are more anxious than those who were scared away by her before!

Qin Yuanfeng looked at the bright sky outside the window, his mouth twitched, silently.

......

The small pond behind Pythagorean Alley, where Lin Chou used to play when he was a child.

A group of melon babies, who had just run up to the 14th Five-Year Plan, were thumping in the pond, fluttering like wild dogs.

Qin Sheng, Qin Erhu, Calabash Baby and a group of friends were sitting on the rocks on the shore, looking from a distance at the other side of the pond with the girls in cool clothes playing in the water, with empty eyes.

The gourd baby dripped and cleared her nose.

"Wow, sister Xia Yu is so white~"

Erhu wiped his saliva and covered the gourd baby’s eyes, nose and mouth.

"What do the children look at, you know what a fart, and besides, it is my future wife, do you know that your future sister-in-law, brothers and wives should not be deceived."

Qin Sheng sneered,

"Don't be too speculative, draw your sword!!"

Compared with the whole body of a minor, the two tigers' metal claws grabbed the stone, and a splendid spark jumped around.

"What are you talking about?"

Qin Sheng snorted.

"What the hell is it? Maybe one of us will finish things first. You have been here for a few months, haha."

Suddenly, a white dove came glide from low altitude and fell down beside Qin Cheng, with a small bamboo tube tied to his leg.

Qin Sheng was overjoyed, untied the bamboo tube and took a look at the note.

"It's done, that bastard named Wu is dead."

The gourd baby raised her hand,

"I, I, I, I have the greatest credit, the blood on the fingerprints is mine!"

Erhu curled his lips,

"Whoever caused you to have a nosebleed? I watched the girl take a shower at a young age to let your mother know that she wouldn't tear you into a wall of paste."

The gourd baby shivered and dared not speak.

The girls also put on their clothes and walked over from the other side, chirping,

"Qin Sheng, the news is here? I saw the carrier pigeon."

"how about it?"

"Aunt Yuzi will continue to rule Sanxiang... It's terrible..."

Qin Sheng coughed, and proclaimed in a majestic and seemingly stalwart manner.

"The era of the crippled aunt has completely ended!!"

Holding a small chapter of the note, his face was full of expressions like "Cheers, cheer, and cheer for Brother Qin Sheng's stalwartness, I won't mind".

The youthful girls can indeed satisfy Qin Sheng’s little vanity,

"Long live!"

"Long live Brother Qin Sheng!"

"Awesome~"

Qin Yuanfeng was afraid that it was a dream, but he couldn't think of it. This big incident that caused the whole thing to be awkward and burnt was caused by his own son.

If you know it, will you always be comforted, or will you choke the bastard alive?

If Mo Hongniang knew, would he choke Qin Sheng first, or would he choke Qin Yuanfeng first and then Qin Sheng?

......

Boss Lin, who was so stingy that he was regarded as an inflationary level, had no idea about it. At this time, he was just enjoying everyone's praise of the old man fish.

Especially Mr. Sagong, this guy has always been very interested in some weird snacks (a certain kind of horse meat noodle soup with unknown classification is not included), a small fish that has never been seen greatly satisfied him With his appetite and curiosity, Young Master Sikong waved his hand and rewarded him with a 100,000 gold card.

Of course Lin Chou was disrespectful.

"By the way, I think the bamboo shoots are about to be planted in two days, as well as the white shell snails. Come try it out... Why haven't I seen Ziyu recently?"

Sikong agreed,

"It's not because of you. After Ziyu awakened, he was ravaged by the ancestors of the Zhao family, and saw Tianer resisting to go into retreat or something-my god, don’t all say that the awakened will find a safe place to retreat when they have to break the order. Well, what kind of thing is Mr. Zhao carrying Ziyu around every day?"

Shan Ye said,

"What do you know, old son and grandson, old man and old lady's lifeblood! With so many people in the Zhao family, it's easy to have a talent for awakening that is the same as old man Zhao, then old man shouldn't hurt his bones? What rank and age...the one with a big tone is scary."

Someone guessed,

"Old man Zhao didn’t know much about him in the base city before. Boss Lin only occasionally showed up a few times after he opened a small restaurant, and there was a little bit of air that came out. Anyway, I saw Master Wei and those Tier 5 bosses mentioned Mr. Zhao respects his appearance very much. When I think about it, my liver trembles. Just the few people from Hei Shenhai are not so exaggerated, right?"

"I can't see the rank, but the age? How old is the second master Zhao? Forty or fifty years old. Grandpa Zhao is the second master's father. He shouldn't be that old, right?"

"No, right? The old man must be a high-level awakened person. The breath that he unconsciously reveals is so sturdy, old and good is nothing new."

"That's...but after thinking about it, I feel even more panicked!"

Lin Sorrow said that if you knew that Mr. Zhao was a survivor before the cataclysm, he was two hundred to several dozen years old, and he wouldn't be able to pass it on the spot.

Of course, he didn't need to say this kind of thing, it was enough to know in his heart.