At 6: 30 pm, Ling Ping'an sat in the corner and ate his dinner.
There were very few people in the restaurant today.
Most of them seemed to have found a partner and went out on a date.
Therefore, most of the people who came to the restaurant were dejected and listless. They didn't even have the mood to eat.
Only Ling Ping'an ate his dinner with a clear conscience.
As he ate, he listened to the discussion of two people not far in front of him.
Someone said, "Now, the world is turbulent and the situation is turbulent. Brother Yang is going to make a fortune!"
Another person replied, "Hehe … It's just earning some hard-earned money … Hard-Earned money, how can it compare to Brother Zhou … I'm afraid the few farms in Beizhou this year are going to make a killing!"
The first man laughed. "Thanks to you! Thank you! "
Ling Ping'an listened and lowered his head.
The world was so ironic.
Thousands of miles away, in an abyss of suffering, in front of him, there were people who were rubbing their fists in anticipation of this world's crisis, extremely excited.
However …
This was reality!
Ling Ping'an could only sigh with emotion.
Otherwise, what else could he do?
Debate scriptures with others?
What position should I use?
If one is not in a position, one should not meddle in politics.
As a gentleman, it was good enough to take care of himself.
He listened to the two of them excitedly discussing how much they could earn this year.
Then, the two of them changed the topic and started talking about the Legend of Nightmare.
"Have you heard?" The first person said, "The royal family has officially set up the Legend of Nightmare Customer Service Department..."
"It seems that Princess Royal is the leader in person …"
"I heard that this business is very profitable!"
"Yes!" The other person nodded mysteriously. "It's more than that. This is a huge profit! "
"Furthermore … this matter isn't as simple as profiteering!"
"I heard that the landing pods are becoming a symbol!"
"There's a legend in the capital …"
"Whether or not there are landing pods in the social circle from now on will be a watershed …"
"Families that don't have landing pods will be directly excluded …"
"Tsk!" The first person sighed. "Do you have to be so exaggerated?!"
"Why can't it be that exaggerated?!"
Ling Ping'an listened and shook his head. He could only say that the people of the Imperial Capital really knew how to have fun.
It was just a game. How could it become a social watershed?
Just as he was thinking, his phone rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was 400101.
"Hmm … Speak of the devil and he will appear?"
He slowly picked up the call and heard a respectful male voice on the other end of the phone, "Hello, Young Master Ling. This is the customer service department of Legend of Nightmare..."
"Okay!" Ling Ping'an nodded.
The person on the other end of the phone said, "Since you are a special player of our Legend of Nightmare..."
"Therefore, after our company's discussion, we've decided to give you a unique Legend of Nightmare virtual reality game login pod …"
"Oh!" Ling Ping'an made an 'oh' sound and roughly understood.
It was like something he had heard when he played in the canyon.
The closed beta players of Canyon Games had some runes and heroes that were out of print.
It was said that the cheapest one of these accounts on the trading platform would cost tens of thousands!
And he was officially certified as a one-in-a-million gaming genius, a player who was most compatible with the Legend of Nightmare.
Receiving some preferential treatment seemed to be a matter of course.
He listened to the other party ask for his opinion in a tone that was almost asking for instructions, "I wonder, young master, are you here to collect it personally? Or do you want us to deliver it to the designated address? "
Ling Ping'an thought for a moment and said, "Aren't you guys going to hold a press conference in three days?"
"I'll come and get it myself when the time comes!"
"Okay!" The other party heaved a sigh of relief and then said softly, "Then, I wish you a happy life!"
"Okay!" Ling Ping'an laughed, "I wish you a happy life too!"
Putting down his phone, he couldn't help but snap his fingers happily.
For players, the best things were always labeled as' collection ',' limited ', or even' unique '.
Just like in the online games that Ling Ping'an played in junior high.
A pet that was out of print and only had a few in the entire server. If anyone had it, they would immediately be surrounded by countless people and instantly become the most popular guy.
In addition, those equipment that had a very low drop rate, no matter how bad their attributes were, even if they could not keep up with the version.
But they could still be sold at a sky-high price!
And now, he had obtained a landing pod that even the officials said was' unique '.
Then, wouldn't he be the most popular guy in the entire Legend of Nightmare?
This way, he thought about the things that the two of them mentioned in their conversation.
So, he couldn't help but think, "If I sell my game pod... how much can I sell it for?"
Didn't the son of the former richest man say on the Internet that a game pod cost 10 million yuan?
It must be easy to sell it to him for a few hundred million yuan.
"Ayayaya..." he thought happily, "Wouldn't I be able to achieve wealth and freedom by lying down?!"
He felt that his life creed was indeed correct.
As long as he lay down, he could comfortably eat and wait for death.
But …
He wouldn't do something like selling a game pod.
The reason was very simple.
Money? What was that?
Could it compare to the dignity and glory of a gamer?
A real gamer had always regarded money as dirt.
… …
Chiba Michiko paced back and forth at the entrance of the cafeteria.
From time to time, she looked at Ling-san, who was sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, eating.
Her emotions were extremely conflicted.
"If I casually ask Ling-san for help... will Ling-san be annoyed?" At the last moment, the courage that she had summoned with great difficulty faded like the tide.
It was replaced by infinite cowardice.
How could she not be afraid?
In her eyes, Ling-san was a sage of the present age.
The sage of the bamboo forest who lived in seclusion in the busy city.
So …
She didn't dare to trouble him!
But …
She thought of the request of His Highness Li Gong, the scene described by Nijō Dōyasu, and the lingering fear of her parents about the chaos of the feathered fox.
The night of a hundred ghosts, the city and the countryside, turned into a land of ghosts.
Man-eating monsters ran amok, and the entire society was completely out of control.
The land of Fusang was crying, and the people were bleeding.
And His Highness Taikaku was a demon king that was hundreds of times more terrifying than the feathered fox!
If he was born, it was not impossible for the land of Fusang to sink!
While he was hesitating, Ling-san, who was in the cafeteria, had already stood up.
His cat immediately followed him.
Then, under Chiba Michiko's nervousness and apprehension, he walked out.
He seemed to have noticed Chiba Michiko. He turned his head to look at the little fox demon and smiled.
Chiba Michiko was like a frightened deer. She screamed and ran away with all her might.
She …
In the end, she still didn't have the courage!
… …
Ling Ping'an looked at Chiba Michiko in confusion and jumped away like a frightened little animal.
"What's wrong with Chiba Michiko?" He scratched his head, unable to understand.
"Forget it!" He thought, "I'll go and ask!"
In the imperial capital, he had very few acquaintances.
Other than his aunt, Chu Weiwei, and Hu Nuonuo, he only had Chiba Michiko as a friend.
What if Chiba Michiko was in trouble?
As a friend, how could he stand by and watch?
Thus, he chased after her.
… …
Wen Fengming put down the phone and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
However, his body had already betrayed his heart.
"Master X has spoken..." he said in his heart, "Master X has spoken!"
His fingers were trembling, and his heart was beating violently.
What was capital?
This was it!
He understood that as long as this matter was operated well.
Next year, he would not be the ambassador of Xinluo stationed in China, but the Prime Minister of Xinluo!
He would be in charge of the power of a country!
He could even go one step further and seek the title of the Prince of Xia!
Although Xinluo was not a country of Xia, the Empire of Xia also had an honorary title that was specially bestowed to the 'friendly people' of 'friendly countries' like Xinluo.
For example...
Earl of Donghai, Duke of Donglai, Marquis of Xiangshan...
If he could be bestowed a title by the Emperor of Xia, it would be equivalent to receiving a beautiful title!
After death, he could cover the Dragon Flag of Xia and be buried as a subject of the Emperor.
It would glorify his ancestors, benefit his descendants, and benefit his ancestors!
He could even leave his name in history and be remembered for a hundred generations!
The Wen family could even use this to squeeze into the second class and become a true family of scholars and officials, a family of the upper class!
Thinking of this, Wen Fengming tightly grabbed the leather on both sides of his chair, and his nails dug deep into it.
"Calm down!" He told himself, "I must calm down!"
"I must hide this matter from the country first!"
This was something he had to do.
Otherwise, if the country knew that his work had made such progress.
His father-in-law would not be able to protect him.
Tomorrow, his body would be found in the embassy.
The cause of death would definitely be depression!
Then, the country would quickly send a true disciple of the second class to pick the peaches!
In fact, it was very likely that it would be one of his brothers-in-law.
In the face of power, not to mention a son-in-law.
The nobles of the second class would not even care about the relationship between father and son!
So...
He had to hide it from the country first and not let those vultures smell it.
"I still have to hurry up and win over Yin Mingxiu!" He immediately thought of the key.
As long as he could make Yin Mingxiu trust and approve of him.
Then, he would be in an invincible position.
With this bargaining chip, he could trade with the country.
At least he could make his father-in-law think highly of him.
Thinking of this, he immediately began to take action.
He grabbed the phone and called a big shot he knew in the imperial capital with a trembling voice.
The deputy director of the Federal Empire's Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Zheng Mingrui.
He wanted to climb up to a thigh first!
The Zheng family was very good!
… …
"Michiko!" Ling Ping'an caught up to Michiko.
The Fusang girl did not run far before she realized that Ling Ping'an had caught up to her. Then, like a child who had done something wrong, she stood there foolishly.
"Ling San!" Michiko bowed weakly. "Long time no see!" She looked at Ling Ping'an uneasily.
"Michiko..." Ling Ping'an looked at the little girl. "What's wrong with you? Are you in trouble? "
Hearing Ling San's concern, Michiko became even more uneasy.
She carefully raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. She shook her head repeatedly. "Nothing... Nothing..."
Her personality made it difficult for her to have the courage to ask for too much from other people.
Yes...
In her heart, asking for help from this sage was a very excessive thing.
Because she had nothing to repay this sage with.
Their relationship was completely unequal.
She was afraid of being rejected.
She was even more afraid of being agreed.
If she was rejected, it would probably be very difficult for them to meet in the future.
Even if Ling San didn't care, she would care a lot.
"Who are you?"
"Just a small fox demon..."
"What right do you have to hope for Ling San's help?"
"Hehe!"
"Ignorant and stupid little fox girl! Why don't you look in the mirror and see what you look like? "
And if she agreed...
That would be even more terrifying for Michiko!
"A small fox demon, what a joke!"
"You actually rely on Ling San's magnanimity to make such an unreasonable request!"
"You're a bad fox demon!"
"Even the feathered fox is not as bad as you!"
Therefore, she grabbed the corner of her skirt nervously and emphasized very seriously, "Ling San, I'm really fine!"
Ling Ping'an looked at the little girl in front of him who refused to admit it and still pretended to be fine.
He laughed.
Although he had face blindness, his eyes were not blind.
The girl in front of him had a face full of nervousness and nervousness. It was obvious that one word was written on her forehead: Liar!
"Could it be that she was ostracized by others in the imperial capital? Discrimination? "Ling Ping'an thought.
This was a very common thing.
Where there were people, there would be society.
A few years ago, the crosstalk in Bei Du was in an uproar. This clearly proved that there was strife in any circle.
Naturally, the chef circle would not be pure.
Probably, only the online literature circle could be a little cleaner. What bad thoughts could a group of otakus who stayed at home every day write novels have?
Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an had an idea.
He smiled and said, "Michiko! I want to eat the Fusang delicacies you made! "
"Ah!" Chiba Michiko raised her head, her eyes filled with surprise. "Really?"
To her, it was the greatest affirmation and happiness to be appreciated for the food she made.
"Of course!" Ling Ping'an said with a smile, "The food made by michiko is the best!"
Hmm...
Other than him, it was the second best.
Chiba Michiko was suddenly praised and immediately panicked. She bowed deeply and said, "It's my greatest honor to be able to serve Ling-san!"
Indeed!
The food she made could be praised by a sage like Ling San.
This was a supreme honor!
What did a little fox girl have to do this?
She could actually cook delicacies for such a person!
If it weren't for the request of Li Gong's adopted son and the others, Michiko would have been eager to make his favorite delicacies for Ling San.
When Ling Ping'an saw this, he had a plan in his heart.
"As expected, Michiko must have been dealt a blow!"
Young people were like this. It was easy for them to deny themselves.
Therefore, he smiled and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Michiko to prepare it for me!"
Michiko said gratefully, "It's my honor!"
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