An unknown area, a retro city.
Yes, the city. It’s hard to imagine that you can see such ancient buildings in addition to historical sites. Especially when you see the traces on the city wall and the unique architectural scene in the city, anyone who sees it with your own eyes will feel the shock of the vicissitudes of life. .
"Wang Chaling has sent word that Shen Lin has escaped safely from the incident. According to pre-estimates, Chu Nan's team should have arrived at the designated destination. Our plan was successful."
The man who spoke was relatively older, around 40 or 50 years old. As he spoke, he made a very professional tea soak in his hand, and then distributed the tea to everyone present. After that, he sat relatively quietly behind the leader's seat. In the posture of a servant or steward, he appears very respectful.
The young man in front of him took a sip of the tea in his hand, put it down and said slowly, "Well, Chu Nan's life is probably at stake now, so be on the safe side. After Wu Yang's meeting, go pick him up and take the old ancestral hall with him." Bring several coffins with you, but you are an old-timer, so you should still have the respect you deserve."
"I know, Brother Qin." A capable young man with pigtails below responded.
"What to do with the territory in Dajing City? The circle of friends cannot support it. We have lost part of our resources in vain. Now many forces are eyeing it. The lack of the circle of friends has just created a huge vacancy of supernatural resources in Dajing City. That is also a piece of land. Fatty." Someone spoke again, and his voice sounded anxious. It was obvious that he was coveting the vacancies in Dajing City's resources, and was even a little impatient.
"Give it up for now." The young man who spoke said.
"What? Give up? Are you crazy? Do you know how much that is? How much gold is it converted into? Even if you don't mention gold, do you know how important that strategic location is? In the heart of the country, you want to give up?" When Zhao Tingyu heard this, he jumped three feet high.
In his heart, he has been making small calculations about Dajing City for more than a day or two. Privately, he has almost regarded Dajing City as his own private territory. If it weren't for the Ghost Controller's headquarters in Dajing City, Zhao Tingyu wouldn't have been able to do it sooner. He climbed up and shouted, proclaiming himself king.
There were a total of nine people in the entire scene, including the housekeeper behind the young man. As soon as Zhao Tingyu's words came out, quite a few people showed playful expressions, as if they were happy to hear about the upcoming conflict.
Qin Mingshi, who was sitting at the main seat, sipped the tea in his cup and said nothing. He just watched Zhao Tingyu, who was talking endlessly and arrogantly, until the other party became completely quiet.
There was no threat, no intimidation, and the other party didn't even make a sound. However, Zhao Tingyu felt sweaty when he met Qin Mingshi's eyes for a moment.
The short silence made the audience feel quiet. Zhao Tingyu was almost embarrassed on the spot. He didn't want to continue talking or sit down for a while, until he saw Qin Ming and pressed his hand towards him.
"Yonghe, what do you think?" Qin Mingshi suddenly looked at a young man playing with his mobile phone in the field.
This person's style of painting is different from everyone else in the room. He is slumped on an old-fashioned armchair like Ge You lying down. He has been playing with the mobile phone in his hand since he came in. He seems to be sending WeChat messages to someone with a smile on his face. Continuously, looking very happy.
He behaves like a complete prodigal, with a sense of dissoluteness all the time, and lives like a team follower or a transparent person. If it weren't for his family background, he wouldn't have a place here.
"Me?" Su Yonghe didn't even put down his cell phone. He glanced at the situation on the field and then returned to his cell phone. He replied to WeChat with crackling sounds in his hand as he spoke.
"Hey, what do I feel? Brother Qin, just say what you say. You give orders. I have the money to pay and the strength to help."
Qin Mingshi paused briefly on Su Yonghe, that glance was meaningful, and then returned his gaze.
"Whether we are willing to admit it or not, the contemporary horror recovery has reached a stage, and the heroes of an era have risen. We have been unwilling to admit the fact that the contemporary Ghost Controller Headquarters has risen, but the overnight collapse of the circle of friends should also make people Reflect on some issues.”
"Based on his identity and background, the Ghost Controller's headquarters is backed by the state, and he has a steady stream of first-hand intelligence and talent channels. Based on resource supply, I think you can already see that the supply of gold on the market has been lost in a subtle way. . Based on strength, what the captain of the headquarters plans to launch is definitely not a waste of money. Who among the seniors codenamed "Ghost Taiye" is confident enough to resist? Once is enough, but twice? What about three times? Shen Lin, one of the captains of the headquarters, Jiefeng Feng Every village is safe and sound, it’s time for you to put away your arrogance and contempt and face your opponents squarely.”
"With the help of the legacy of our ancestors and the early foresight of the resurgence of terror, we have obtained a lot of things. The Ghost Controller Headquarters has completely established itself in this era, not to mention that they seem to have certain intelligence exchanges with foreign countries. At this port, You want to get involved in their hinterland, do you think it is possible? Or do you want to start a war in advance?"
Qin Mingshi's eyes were like a torch, and he shot at everyone.
"If you are greedy, you will suffer the consequences. It is not wise to risk exposure and conflict with the Ghost Controller headquarters at this moment. I agree with Mingshi's opinion." Someone said.
"The Art of War goes like this: Build walls high, accumulate food widely, and become king slowly. Times have changed. Since you want to conquer the world in the new era, you can't be impatient. I think Mingshi's idea is right." The thin man wearing thick glasses The young man raised his glasses and showed a confident smile.
Then more and more people agreed, and the meeting officially came to an end.
When the crowd dispersed in twos and threes, the old housekeeper behind him stood lightly next to Qin Mingshi.
"Master, the team is in turmoil, people are not unified, and everyone has their own thoughts. I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve anything with these people."
"The capital left by our ancestors has become the source of their arrogance. It is only a matter of time before they collapse. But at this stage, everyone has the same goal. While they are still useful, we must quickly accumulate foundation in the new era."
"Are they reliable?" asked the steward.
"They gathered with us because they had no choice. Their arrogance made them feel that they were higher than the ghost controllers of the new era, so making cakes together for all of us with similar "qualifications" became the only choice. As for Everyone has his or her own plan on how to divide the cake." Qin Mingshi sneered.
"Understood, Master." The butler said respectfully.
"In addition, the third generation of the Wang family asked me to tell you that the transaction has ended and it is time for us to pay the reward."
Qin Mingshi's eyes narrowed.
"Master, do you want to give it?" the butler asked thoughtfully.
"Give it, why not? The most basic principle of trading is integrity. If someone gets something done, of course we have to pay it. This is right."
"Master, what do you mean?"
"Give him the file number S13. I think Captain Shen doesn't mind that our intelligence is more difficult. After all, he is the captain of the headquarters."
