Meng Gong sat in his warehouse, looking at his huge wealth with satisfaction. Although there are signs of aging on his body, the gray hair and sagging skin all indicate that he is no longer young.
However, the constant battle of swords and swords in the business field has trained him like a strong hunting dog, keenly aware of every business opportunity.
Today was the day for inventory in the warehouse. After taking inventory all morning, he looked at the warehouse full of things in front of him with joy, as well as the bags of coins.
He stretched out his hand, picked up one from the pocket full of silver coins, blew it gently to his ear, and heard the pleasant buzzing sound.
This echo fascinated him so much that he could easily tell which country's coin it was in the Western Regions just by rubbing the pattern on the coin with his fingertips.
This deep-rooted sensitivity to coins is the best proof that he has been immersed in his business for decades. It's like a deep imprint, inseparable from him.
From the time he was eight years old, from the first silver coin he earned as a boy, this thing seemed to be growing around him like a curse.
This also allowed him to deeply understand the most important truth in the world and the most important education in life, that is, most things in the world are constructed from this small coin.
No matter how magnificent the building is, no matter how glorious it is, its essence and core are actually these cute little things.
He sighed and turned over the coin in his hand. The pattern on the coin depicts a story of a warrior fighting an evil dragon with his bare hands.
This story was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that later generations passed it down orally and even engraved it on coins.
But what he knew was that the story was only half told. The other half of the story is that after the warrior killed the dragon, he sat on piles of treasures. Finally, the warrior slowly grew horns, teeth, and a tail, and turned into a dragon again.
People often only remember the greatness of those warriors and chant their seemingly immortal exploits.
But people will deliberately forget the less glorious sides of these warriors, and even hide them, forget them, and close them off.
In the end, people will create an incomparably correct and glorious image. Even if such a heroic image loses its real flesh and blood and turns into strange facial makeup, people don't seem to care.
Meng Gong touched the coin in his hand carefully. Everything was just an illusion. Even in the stories of heroes and warriors, princes and princesses, there is deep malice hidden in them.
Only these coins, these silent and unable to make a sound, these things that can be manipulated by others, things that look extremely fragile individually but are extremely powerful together are the most real and least deceptive things.
Therefore, over the years, Meng Gong has been so willing to obtain such a small thing at all costs. Only small things like this can make him feel at ease and at ease.
In the past year, the number of such little things around Meng Gong suddenly increased by tens of thousands. To be precise, it is 14,320. This is the latest number just after the inventory.
These tens of thousands of extra small things are now lying quietly in his warehouse, and the numbers representing these coins are quietly appearing in the form of beautiful ink on the open account in front of him. Thin on.
Although the words that appear on the account books seem to only provide a pleasing effect, it is just that the handwriting is extremely beautiful. But Meng Gong clearly understood the power it represented when such numbers were put together.
These sudden extra coins came from his newly developed business, which was so profitable that it was even more profitable than all his previous businesses combined.
This made him feel like a fire was burning in his body all the time during this year. The fire was burning so vigorously that Meng Gong suddenly felt as if he was ten years younger.
However, he also knew that this kind of business would never last long, so the more short-lived and hugely profitable the business, the more he became addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself, so much so that he had to count the silver coins in his hand every day to confirm them. Just lie there and feel at ease.
He didn't expect what kind of good luck he had. A year ago, I was just an ordinary businessman, but I just seized the opportunity to make friends with the adults and suddenly became the supplier of various special hobbies for the adults.
Maybe it was because he had finally accumulated enough fame, or because he had been in the city for so long that even the adults felt relieved about him, and Meng Gong only dared to think this way.
Now, on the surface, he seemed to be caressing the silver coin, but in fact, his mind was spinning. In the past two days, the adults in the city have placed another big order with him, and he is thinking about doing his best to meet the adults' needs.
Just then, he heard a strange sound, so soft that only someone like him, immersed in his thoughts, could detect it.
"Who?" He stood up and frowned as he stared at the place where the noise came from.
Several young faces walked out of the darkness, one of whom he seemed to vaguely recognize, as if he was one of his helpers.
"Who are you?" His experience in shopping malls made him calm down quickly, and he looked at the young men in front of him.
"It's him! It's him! He was the one who arrested Qingqing!" An extremely short and young boy pointed at him and said with gritted teeth.
"Insolent! Do you know that breaking into a house without permission is a serious crime. And this is my warehouse. If I add the charge of theft to you, if I spend more money, I can let you die in prison." Meng Gong's vicious voice said in a deep voice.
He knew these unscrupulous people very well, and if he didn't speak more seriously, he might not be able to scare them away.
"Ha", the tallest and thin young man sneered, "The collusion between officials and businessmen is indeed what happened. This is how Qingqing was killed by you. It's a pity that I don't have the strength to avenge her."
"Who are you?" Meng Gong trembled when he heard about revenge. He understood too well the determination and courage contained in this kind of power, which could not be easily deterred with words.
But he wasn't that panicked, because when he decided to take over the matter arranged by the adults, he had actually been prepared for such a scene.
He pretended to start to retreat, and even knocked over a box clumsily while he was in a hurry. Countless silver coins in the box spilled out, while shouting loudly, "Don't mess around, do you know who I am?"
When a large amount of silver coins were sprinkled down, Meng Gong clearly saw that several young men were breathing heavily. Meng Gong smiled slightly in his heart. Sure enough, these people probably would never see so much money in their lifetime.
However, when he looked at the tallest young man, his heart trembled even more for no reason. What kind of eyes were those, calm, dead, dead, and ruthless?
Even if so many silver coins poured down, it didn't seem to affect him in the slightest. Just like no amount of wealth can dilute his sorrow.
He could only hear him sneer and say, "Scream, I'm afraid this is the last thing you can say now."
"No!" Meng Gong secretly screamed and pulled his cuffs without hesitation. This was also his hidden trump card to save his life, which he got in exchange for a lot of money from an immortal master.
The moment he pulled his cuffs, an earthy yellow light shield rose up.
"Dang~"
This earth-yellow cover was extremely timely, blocking a wisp of colorless and invisible breeze, causing the entire cover to sparkle.
"Are you a cultivator?" Meng Gong swallowed, feeling extremely bitter in his mouth.
I had paid enough attention to go to the poorest places and buy children and girls from the poorest parents. Unexpectedly, I still offended the immortal cultivators.
The thin young man seemed impatient to talk to him. In other words, even Meng Gong saw the lack of skill in his methods. He frowned and said, "You can ask questions after you go to hell."
After saying that, several gusts of wind suddenly shot out, hitting the yellow earth cover. Finally, the earth shield was completely shattered, and then Meng Gong was pierced through the chest.
Meng Gong snorted fiercely, and fell down like a piece of rotten meat with his eyes wide open.
"Dead, really dead!" For a moment, all the young men exclaimed.
After the young man killed Meng Gong, he did not run away. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and said, "Remember not to take anything from here. You go back quickly. With me here, they can't find you."
Several young men started to cry. They pulled the young man's clothes and said, "Brother Qing, you are so capable. You can escape. With your ability, you can definitely escape."
The one who was called Brother Qing shook his head, patted the heads of the boys lovingly and sighed, "Qingqing is dead, and I don't want to live anymore. When you visit the grave in the future, remember to burn more paper money for me and Qingqing." "
After speaking, he pushed everyone and motioned for them to run quickly.
After a while, it seemed that something was wrong in the warehouse, and then a clerk stuck his head out and took a look into the warehouse. When he saw the shopkeeper lying in a pool of blood, he was so frightened that he shrank back.
The young man did not move, but continued to sit there. Soon, people from the government poured in.
The young man stood up when he saw everyone coming in, but everyone became nervous. One of the detectives stepped out from the crowd and asked, "Did you kill this old shopkeeper?"
The young man nodded.
"Okay!" The policeman gave a thumbs up, "If you dare to do something, you are awesome! Then come with us!"
The young man didn't struggle, so he put on the shackles and followed the policemen.
After everyone left, everyone in the family got the news. In particular, the sons and mother-in-law lay on Meng Gong's body and cried the most sadly.
It was the butler who reminded, "Madam, Master, the murderer must not be spared lightly. We must avenge the master!"
"Yes! Yes!" Madam was the first to wake up.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Come on, prepare money for me quickly, we want to avenge the master!"
"You all have to see clearly what that person looks like just now. I want to make him look less like a human and less like a ghost. Life will be worse than death!"
Youzai literature allows the soul to travel!
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