Doomsday Pavilion

A few happy and a little sad, Lin Shou's small days are full of taste, but the mountain that is the number one treasurer...cough cough, Director Mo Hongniang Mo doesn't have such a high sense of happiness.

Recently, there was an anonymous letter of complaint that complained of the Mingguang poster plan in Majiao Alley. It was actually the new dawn plan that designated restaurants to fill up with inferior ingredients and treat children with bad attitudes and even frequent scolding, further accusing them of lax control and even ascending. When it comes to the point where the New Dawn plan is entrusted to seek benefits, or some high-level officials try to achieve some ulterior and unpredictable 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 component 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, and sprayed the occurrence committee from top to bottom...Educated a bloody head and face sweeping the floor, and the table was broken in six pieces.

Among the messy fragments of tables and chairs, Mo Hongniang’s aura is more selective than a high-rank evolutionary, like a kind of ancient fierce 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 power for life, and will never be hired.

Just when Wei Yizheng breathed a sigh of relief, and was fortunate that he had not been "sit down", Mo Hongniang said with a smile.

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

"..."

There was a depressive and embarrassing silence.

In the end, Qin Yuanfeng stood up and said,

"I am not right. We have commissioned such a shameful 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 that way, 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 keep the funds that should not be moved. Even if others are scolding you for being miserly Qin Cao, Secretary Yuanfeng can stay true to 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 left hurriedly.

"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 so, then you can avoid it."

Qin Yuanfeng was stunned, his tone was slightly cold.

"I don’t think I’m Qin Yuanfeng anymore. My little bastard, Qin Sheng, has received much favor from Mr. Lin. 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 a bit... embarrassing that is rare in an official of his rank.

"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. This does not include various other industries and valuable substitutes. ."

Mo Hongniang was not surprised,

"Many people know this number. The price of his medicated diet is very reasonable. If I want to say it, it's even a bit low."

The bitterness on Qin Yuanfeng's face is thicker.

"I actually don't say this... It's just that Lin Chou, except that he ordered a dress from Grandma Yue and spent 100,000 points, went to the 11th market to buy various raw materials and seasonings, and traded with hunters. Ingredients, exotic animals."

Qin Yuanfeng was entangled again and Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, his emotions suddenly agitated.

"Other than that, 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 while alive-I didn't have to believe this is a terrible fact until I checked the consumption records six times."

"This kid has 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..."

"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 let him spend a little bit of consumption and money?"

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

"..."

Mo Hongniang's mouth is dry, and the rare 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...cough cough, I mean, money, women, power, houses, cars...whatever he does, he must have a preference, right?"

"Sage is the one who has no desires and no desires!"

"You've seen a lot of ancient movies before the cataclysm. You've been ruthlessly sanctified on the road, and then you feel that the world is too dirty and wave your hand to Sayunala. Do you want to watch Lin Chou turn into that kind of person?"

The corners of Mo Hongniang’s mouth were twitching, and the expression in Qin Yuanfeng’s eyes was 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 hold a small meeting to discuss, sigh, deal with so many things, a little tired, Secretary Qin, it's getting late, go back early to rest, health is the most important thing, eh ,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!

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

......

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

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

Qin Sheng, Qin Erhu, Calabash baby and a group of friends sat 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.

Baby Calabash dripped and cleared her nose.

"Wow, sister Xia Yu is so white~"

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

"What do the children look at? You know what a fart. Besides, it's my future wife. Do you know your future sister-in-law? Brothers and wives should not be deceived."

Qin Sheng sneered,

"Don't talk too speculatively, draw your sword!!"

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

"What are you talking about?"

Qin Sheng snorted.

"What the hell is it? Maybe one of us will finish the job 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."

Calabash baby raised her hand,"I, I, I have the greatest credit, and 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, so that your mother would know that she would not tear you into a thick wall."

Baby Calabash shuddered 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 filled with expressions like "Cheers, cheer, and cheer for Qin Sheng's brilliance and grandeur, Big Brother, I won't mind".

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

"Long live!"

"Long live Qin Sheng Big Brother!"

"Awesome~"

Qin Yuanfeng was afraid that it was a dream, but he could not 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 this 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 naturally enjoying everyone's praise of the old man fish.

In particular, Mr. Sagong, this product has always been very interested in some weird snacks (a certain kind of horse meat noodle soup with unknown classification is not included), and 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 one-hundred-thousand 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 you seen Ziyu recently?"

Sikong agreed,

"It's not because of you. After Ziyu awakened, he was ravaged by the ancestors of the Zhao family. Seeing Tianer resisting the Closed Door Training or something-my god, I don't always say that the awakened will find a safe one when they have to break the order. Is the place Closed Door Training? What kind of thing is Mr. Zhao running around carrying Ziyu every day?"

Shan Ye said,

"What do you know, old son and grandson, old man and old lady's lifeblood! So many people in the Zhao family have finally developed a talent for awakening that is the same as that of 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 the 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 very old, right?"

"No, right? The old man must be a high-rank awakener. 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 and dozens of years old, you 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 it in his heart.

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