Demon Change the Earth

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2005 is coming, and now it is the cold winter season, but the new city is still as warm as spring, and the old city has snowed several times, but the old city remains unchanged.

No matter how beautiful things are, they will become "unbeautiful" after a long time, and no matter how shocking and incredible things are, they will become accustomed to them after a long time.

The cloud layer is too monotonous, it is simply "boring", and the same is true for the seven-color light beams, one in the morning, one in the noon, and another in the evening, and this cycle is so precise that it is almost like a computer program.

Now, no one cares about this magnificence and strangeness for a long time, but it has become a way of discrimination and fun.

A way to distinguish outsiders from locals, and a pleasure to appreciate the embarrassment of bumpkins.

Scenic spots and landscapes are a must-see item for outsiders, but they have given birth to a lucrative industry. Black tour guides and black-hearted traders have emerged as the times require. There are new cities, old cities, and sequencers. Ordinary people are also flocking to them.

The old-fashioned inns and hotels are revived again, and the taverns and black shops that specialize in "bumpkins" are flourishing. Those high-ranking Sequencer organizations originally looked down on these things, but unexpectedly, the benefits in them are becoming more and more amazing, so they will The lower body, coyly participating in it, made this pool of water even more chaotic, the further it develops, the larger the scale is, and until today, it has become fixed and has become a trend of unspoken rules.

For this, whether it is a sequencer or an ordinary person, whether it is a new city or an old city, it is generally accepted and appreciated, and it is called paying "tuition fees" in the euphemistic name.

The result is that regional discrimination is becoming more and more serious. Jiangcheng has become a "high-class person", and other provinces, cities and regions, even those from Beijing, are all bumpkins.

The bumpkin wants to earn a living in Jiangcheng, so what if he doesn't pay some "tuition fees"?

Therefore, most people feel at ease about this, but it makes Jiangcheng's reputation less and less, and now it has become a trend that many outsiders hate.

It's just that no matter how much you hate it, you still have to come. The special zone has advantages and opportunities that other regions don't have.

The number of outsiders has not decreased at all, and there are more and more trends. Resources and talents from all over the country continue to gather here, making the market more and more prosperous. New things and new styles emerge one after another, and new developments and new economies are advancing day by day.

"Master, master, I found out. It turns out that a big boss has been promoted, Sequence 7, a spellcaster. They are celebrating over there. There are also a group of foreign devils, and the 'Terminator'..."

In a small woods, a simple campsite was busy with more than a dozen men and women, some of them were drying animal skins and spirit grass, some were washing and mending, some were polishing and maintaining weapons, and there were only a few sequencers. Most of them are old and weak women and children.

An agile young man rushed into the camp and came to the side of the burly man sitting in the center of the camp. While talking, he gestured excitedly like a monkey.

The big man stopped wiping the weapon, raised his face full of beards, his eyes stared like brass bells: "Sequence 7?"

"Yeah, yeah, there are a lot of great people, the carriages are lined up all the way, and the congratulatory gifts are taken out at random...Master, when will we be able to get ahead, isn't it said that we will have a good life in Jiangcheng!? "

"Don't talk about these useless things, let me ask you, what kind of foot is the other party, and will they recruit people!?"

The young man held back his mouth when he heard it, sat down a little frustrated, picked up a wooden stick, poked the fire pit, and said, "Master, don't dream, we are all like beggars, even if they recruit people, they don't care about it." I won't want it."

"You bastard!", the big man was about to fight, the young monkey rolled a few meters away, jumped up and made a face at him, and shouted: "It was originally, we don't even have a place to live, we hide from the patrol every day, It's not a beggar, it's... ouch, it hurts, it hurts!"

The boy's ear was pinched by a thick woman, twisted it half a turn, lifted it up, and yelled in a gong-like voice: "Little bastard,

Who are you calling a beggar, eh! ? "

"I, I, I'm a beggar, Aunt Wu, you are a master, don't screw it up, oops, my ear fell off, it fell off."

"You are heartless, you don't think your mother is ugly or your family is poor, you still think of yourself as the rich second generation back then..."

When one big and one small were fighting, another person came back.

The one who came back was a burly young man, dressed in bunts and dressed in the standard [Master of Fighting], with a happy face, he went straight to the side of the burly man and said, "Master, good news, the Guangming Holy See is "recruiting workers", and people few!"

The burly man stared again, and asked, "Really, when and what?"

"Right now, there is no limit to the number of people, and there is no limit to the household registration. Sequencers can bring their families, and the salary is generous, and they can provide acting positions."

"So good? Shouldn't he be a bodyguard for a Muggle MP again?"

"No, this time I'm going to open up a new town, together with the priest sent by the Holy See."

"What, you want to leave Jiangcheng?" The big man's interest was greatly reduced, his body relaxed, and he sat down again.

"Master, although Jiangcheng is good, there is no place for us to live in. The competition here is too fierce, and we are foreigners, so we can't even meet the minimum requirements for naturalization."

"...Forget it, what about opening up a new stronghold, isn't it..." The big man glanced at the women and children in the camp, "Isn't it the same as before? It's too hard and too dangerous."

"Master, we have been here for more than a month. If we drag it on, we will really be at the end of the mountain. We can't perform, and we won't make a living. If this continues, the curse will come. It's time to make up our minds. The power of the Guangming Holy See is great. There are a lot of resources, this time the development site is still in the north of Hunan, it will be different in a few days, it will be the other provinces, and you should know what the other provinces are like, right?”

What the young man said made sense, all the women and children in the camp stopped and remained silent, the atmosphere became oppressive, and even the young man calmed down.

The big man sighed and said, "Isn't tomorrow the day when the House of Commons will be completed? Look at the situation, if there is still no chance..."

"The general election of the House of Commons has nothing to do with us, even naturalization..."

"That's it. Let's talk about it after seeing the results tomorrow. Maybe there will be a chance."

"Tomorrow may not be the pioneering point of Xiangbei, Master, you... well, well, wait another day, wait another day."

The youth left, and the camp returned to normal. Men, women, and children were working hard, producing some vulgar and insignificant gadgets, and exchanging them, and using this meager income to support the daily expenses of this small group.

The big man was a little depressed, and the young man went back to sit beside him, fiddled with the firepit for a long time, and said after a long time: "Although Liang Yuan is good, it is not the hometown of long-term love. Master, the people in Jiangcheng are too bad. Sequencers and Ma Melons are the same, I don't like it, let's leave."

"What do you little brat know? Only Jiangcheng has opportunities and resources. You don't want to become a sequencer. It's at least ten times more difficult than here."

"Anyway, I don't want to stay here anymore. I hide here every day... In the worst case, I will join the Holy See of Light and become a priest."

"Little bastard, don't you dare, see if I don't peel your skin!"