"Hello."
In an ordinary hotel room, a man with a perfect figure stood naked on the durian with one finger. He was holding his communicator in his other hand, with a relaxed expression on his face as if he was just eating durian.
"Are you alive now?"
An encrypted voice came from the other end of the phone. It was a little hoarse, but also had some electric current. Who knows why there is electric current when transmitting magic energy.
"Don't be ridiculous, you still don't know what I'm doing?"
The man began to feel that simple handstand was a bit boring, so he began to support his body with his fingers and began to exercise up and down.
"Is the competition so interesting? You, a demigod, are so busy with your free time that you go to the silver group to participate in the competition?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously speechless, but the man smiled, turned over and jumped off the durian. He gently tapped the tip of the durian with his finger, and then accurately took out the pulp from the broken durian shell. He sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and replied casually:
"none of your business."
That's right, the man sitting on the sofa eating durian without any image at this time is the War Pope, Huang Yi, who has a similar resemblance to Zhou Li.
The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously choked by Huang Yi. After a brief silence, the voice on the other end of the phone faintly sounded: "Fifty thousand gold coins."
"When you go out, turn left to find the Shadow Assassin, and then turn left to find the Church of Elements. If you really can't go to Silver City, 2,650 kilometers away, there is a Red Romance Club there. You go find the two of them. Trust me, with your With your slutty image and ****, you're bound to find some imbecile who chooses to do some dirty deals with you."
The unceremonious and obscene words were sprayed out like jumping beans in just ten seconds, while Huang Yi's face showed no unnecessary expression other than joy and comfort. The person opposite was obviously tired of dealing with this kind of verbal attack. He was silent for a long time, and then said in a deep voice:
"One hundred thousand gold coins."
"Let me tell you that there is a Da Ma Monkey Entertainment Center next to Red Romance. There must be brain-dead Ma Monkeys with lower intelligence than you there who will be tempted by your gold coins. If that doesn't work, show them your fifteen centimeters. With weapons and the ability to sit on the ground and absorb dirt, wouldn't it be nice if you found someone with a weak intelligence to cripple your regiment?"
"One hundred and fifty thousand gold coins."
"I'm telling you, Damascus is very awesome, so don't look down on others, and..."
"Fifty thousand gold coins."
"Actually, I am a big horse monkey."
Huang Yi stared at the phone and said with a serious face: "And I am a bit imbecile and mentally retarded, otherwise it would be impossible to sell my soul for gold coins."
"Hiss~"
Judging from the voice, it was a breath of cold air on the other end of the phone. After a while, the voice on the other end of the phone rang again, "Smuggle the account."
"Don't say it privately, you can just use my account."
The man with the dirty talk carelessly left the durian skin in the trash can, stood up, twisted his waist, and said excitedly: "Tell me, who should I kill, who should I beat, or who can I throw into the giant monkey circus?" ?”
"Brave."
The voice on the other end of the phone rang and repeated again: "I need you to injure the hero so that he loses his ability to move for at least two months."
"Are you fucking crazy?"
Huang Yi sat back on the sofa in astonishment, staring at the communicator in his hand, with a puzzled look on his face, "Don't you know he is my brother-in-law and close friend?!"
"Oh, Huang Yi, doesn't it sound ridiculous when you say this?"
The other end of the phone sneered, "How did your father, teacher, and your favorite apprentice die? You don't know why?"
"I killed them all, what else?"
Huang Yi sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and asked with curled lips: "How about I keep these lunatics who have been dazzled by the war and are preparing to secretly start a world war, so as to give you a chance to make war fortune? You idiot, you have already invested money and still want to make money? How come you have found all the good things?"
"Aren't you ready to take over the job?"
The person on the other end of the phone ignored Huang Yi's sarcasm and asked coldly: "The business of your War Church has been sluggish recently."
"Yes, your bullshit skills are still the same as your farts."
Huang Yi held the communicator with a look of disgust on his face, "Who in a society ruled by law hires mercenaries to fight and kill every day? Aren't they all using civilized means such as assassination? Our bunch of mentally retarded people together have less intelligence than a horse monkey. Come on, I’ve been in charge of them for twenty years. Isn’t it better than you, Feiwu, who pulls gold shit everywhere?”
"Can you be civilized?"
The person on the other end of the phone was helpless, "You are more or less representative of the twelve quarters, so speak more clearly."
"Stop barking."
Huang Yi snorted coldly and said viciously: "Master Brave, that is my beloved relative and friend, brother and sister, you want me to deal with him?"
"What? No?"
"You have to pay more."
Huang Yi curled his lips and his eyes wandered, "Add 200,000 yuan in supplies to send to my home. Shipping must be free of charge."
"Can."
The person on the other end of the phone readily agreed, which made Huang Yi feel a little disadvantaged. Of course, the person on the other side also knew what Huang Yi was like, and the call was hung up before he could start acting rogue.
"You beast, you really value your money."
Huang Yi spat, threw the communicator aside, slumped on the sofa and looked at the cracked ceiling. To be honest, for a twelve-month pope, the environment in this place cannot be said to be very bad. It can only be said that it is completely unsuitable for his status. A hotel with one silver coin a day, to be honest, this price is not even enough to repair the kennels for the dogs who guard the gate of the commercial church.
But for a pope who is trying his best to make money just to perpetuate a church full of warmongers, lunatics, and war fanatics, the only reason why he is not sleeping in a hole in the bridge today is because he is looking at the doghouse of the commercial church. Two gold-plated commercial gems were hammered into it.
"Sooner or later, I will knock down the commercial church building one day."
Lying on the sofa, the posture is casual and enchanting. Huang Yi stared at the ceiling with dead eyes and mixed feelings in his heart.
Five hundred thousand gold coins...
Yinjue, what on earth are you going to do?
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"Sir Yinjue, I have finished contacting the Pinkerton Detective Agency."
In the warm and comfortable room, Yinjue put down the communicator, leaned on the recliner and looked at the sunset outside the window, feeling enchanted. At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Mr. Yin pushed the door in with the information.
"The magician said that as long as the remnants appear in the underground black market, he will kill them directly and bring them to you."
"good."
Yin Jue nodded, with an expression of approval on his face, "Tell him that I will double his inhibitor this month, so that he can rest assured. If you follow me, you won't treat him badly."
“You have such a big heart that anyone can always follow in your footsteps.”
Mr. Yin put his right hand on his chest and bowed respectfully. It could be heard from his voice that he said this sincerely.
"How is the layout of the black market going?"
Yin Jue looked out the window and asked Mr. Yin at the same time: "Put away everything that should be put away. This time it is not just the brave men who covet the underground black market, but that old guy Herinin can't bear it anymore."
"Why don't they understand that without you, Tariq's dark side would be even more chaotic and hysterical? Why can't they understand you?"
Mr. Yin on the side frowned and said indignantly: "If you hadn't integrated Tariq's underground forces, brought them together, strictly controlled them and ordered them to pay taxes, these sewer maggots would only spread evil and spread evil to them. The stench. If it weren't for you, the underground black market would have been out of control long ago, and Mosk would have become a criminal paradise."
"so what?"
Yinjue raised his eyebrows and asked with a half-smile: "You have said so much, let me ask you, does the underground black market exist?"
"It certainly exists, but..."
Mr. Yin wanted to say something more, but Yin Jue reached out and interrupted him. Yinjue looked at the setting sun outside the window and said in a low voice, "Evil is evil, even if it is restrained, it is still evil."
"Although Herinen has been compromising, it is all his expedient measures. Once the pyroxene disease is cracked by him or under control, he will immediately mobilize all his forces to completely wipe out the underground black market."
"What's the point of that? He's not a god. He can't create a country without evil. What he does is to kill the criminals who were originally under surveillance and allow a new batch of criminals to be born. There’s a lot of destruction here.”
Mr. Yin on the side was very angry. He didn't understand why everyone dismissed Yin Jue's efforts and were hostile to Yin Jue.
Boom.
His fingers tapped the table lightly, and the horizon was covered with a faint golden light. Yinjue narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Herinin has always understood, he knows this truth."
"Then why did he?"
Mr. Yin hesitated to speak. He didn't understand why Herinen, a wise man comparable to Yin Jue, would make such an unwise move. You know, if the underground black market is really completely wiped out, it will require far more financial and material resources than leaving the underground black market. Moreover, the underground black market has always been a complete industrial chain, and the huge profits in it can generate extremely generous taxes every year.
"Because this is Tarik and he is Herinen."
Thinking of the man who had not dealt with him since he was a child and who had always concealed his dislike for the commercial church, the corners of Yin Jue's lips slightly raised. He closed his eyes and chuckled: "A country that actually puts people first, and a country that puts people first. The law is regarded as a more supreme ruler than divine law. If Herinen had been a little more stupid, I am afraid that the underground black market would have ceased to exist more than ten years ago."
"Then let's..."
Mr. Yin was a little hesitant, not sure whether he should finish speaking.
"What he's going to do has nothing to do with us."
Yinjue shook his head, and his voice returned to the same texture as silver as before - elegant, noble, and cold.
"God told me to leave the black market behind. All I have to do is follow God."
"That's all."
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"Just five hundred, just five hundred~~~"
Sitting on the sofa, Lin Zichi's golden eyes were full of cuteness, and she asked in an almost pleading tone: "I want a hundred, please."
"To be honest, five hundred is still a bit much."
On the sofa nearby, Zhou Li was reviewing the backgammon game that he had never played before, and said without raising his head: "Our current working capital is only about seven million, and you can take more than half of it in one go."
"Believe me, if we can succeed this time, we will have a 70% profit point."
Lin Zi cheered up after hearing this, and excitedly began to tell Zhou Li about what it was like to collaborate with Tariq on medical technology. Slowly, Lin Zi began to conceive of establishing a chain of hospitals in Magnum. In the early stage, she used low prices to crowd out other hospitals, completed mergers, and finally took over Magnum's national medical system and directly controlled the country of Magnum from the side. .
"Silly boy."
After Lin Zichang finished thinking about her grand dream, Zhou Li stood up, touched Lin Zi's head, and asked with a doting look on his face: "You really think that the Life Church is a bunch of dead people."
If placed on Earth, Lin Zi's plan might have a one percent chance of coming true. But in this world, her idea can be said to be Alibaba attacking the Trisolarans - a fantasy. After all, in this world, the largest business group is called Business Church, and the largest medical group is called——
[Affiliated Hospital of First Source Treatment Association Co., Ltd. under the Goddess of Life]
Abbreviation [Divine Healing Hospital]
After all, the Goddess of Life is also a member of the Twelve Hours, and there is also the shadow of the Commercial Church behind the Divine Healing Hospital. This means that there is an unshakable existence behind this hospital, and it is completely impossible to ban it. This is equivalent to a hawker relying on ancestral skills to open a fried chicken restaurant next to KFC and trying to pry away their customers. As a result, on the first day of opening, the big brother from the tax bureau walked in and said that he owned the fried chicken restaurant next door.
Oh, it's over.
After listening to Zhou Li's advice, Ah Zi was discouraged and sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, sighing: "I thought Tariq could be brave enough to challenge the Church of Life. , but when they heard that I was going to open a hospital in Magnum, they all politely refused, which is difficult.”
"I can't help it. They have been working hard in this field for many years. Even if you lose the skin on your feet and go to a magician, they can give you a perfect treatment plan. Anyway, if you have the money, just go."
Zhou Li spread his hands and said with a smile: "If it doesn't work, I will give you a clear path. Now you pretend to have reached a cooperation with Tariq's medical technology, and then go to Magnum to promote that you have mastered the latest medical technology. Now you just need to realize the cash. Then when you attract investment, tell them that if you attract more downline investments, you will give them rebates and dividends, increase their shares, and so on, step by step, you will not spend a lot of money, but you can still make a lot of money. few."
"ah?"
Azi was stunned for a moment, and then she asked blankly: "But in the end, won't we still be unable to open the hospital?"
"Yes, who asked you to open a hospital?"
Zhou Li nodded, with a matter-of-fact expression.
"Then how can I make a profit and give them dividends and rebates?"
Facing the innocent and kind-hearted capitalist, Zhou Li sighed helplessly and dotingly, and then said softly:
"Idiot, I asked you to do the scam. Who asked you to pay them dividends?"
