Song Yu stopped drinking, and the wine glass spun around in his hand. It seemed that the plot in Yongxi Province was more complicated than he imagined. And he had never seen the state leader Zhou Qinian mentioned before.
The first player did not play very carefully, which is why the second player was so blinded.
After sorting out the information delivered by Zhou Qinian, Song Yu asked again: "What price does it cost to activate the formation?"
"Depending on the cultivation level of the person who activates the formation, he or she will have to rest for a while. If I have a cultivation level like mine, it will take about three months to cultivate."
Song Yu was quite excited when he heard this: "What if it's me?"
This determines whether Song Yu will regard himself as a key link in the plot of Yongxi State. This method of changing fate against the will of heaven is still very satisfying.
Think about it, Yongxi Prefecture is in danger, but Song Yu holds the seal and activates the city defense formation in the blood-stained world to kill all the strange ghosts... It is simply more impressive than the ending of the first game, when one person slaughtered an entire city.
Zhou Qinian's eyes nearly popped out when he heard this. Although the young master in front of him has a distinguished status, he is actually a waste. He opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't give any definite answer: "This formation is extremely benevolent and righteous to people, and will not put your life in danger."
A good-for-nothing like Song Yu might just stay in bed for the rest of his life.
Song Yu really became more and more excited the more he listened. This formation is very cost-effective. Compared with its huge power, the price paid can be regarded as negligible. If he could get his hands on it, even if he couldn't activate similar formations himself, at worst, he could instruct Du Anchen to use it once or twice, which would be her punishment for neglecting her employer.
Song Yu subconsciously wiped the non-existent saliva from the corner of his mouth, and asked again: "Wouldn't it be better to hire a person with strong enough cultivation to activate it every few days, and Yongxi Prefecture will be peaceful and worry-free?"
Zhou Qinian smiled bitterly: "It's not like we haven't thought about this trick before. But every time we use the formation, the training time will become longer, which will be somewhat detrimental to our cultivation."
I understand, it is impossible for someone with such a high level of cultivation to be without a temper. How can he happily enjoy such blessings?
This kind of mentality is the same everywhere, just like in the real world, most of the people who are 996 are still at the bottom. Not to mention real capitalists, those with a little money would not let themselves live such a hard life without rest, let alone risk their lives for money.
"Understood, understood." Song Yu changed the subject, "Then where is the seal of this formation now?"
This is Song Yu's pure curiosity.
Zhou Qinian's attitude suddenly changed. He became more defensive about him and did not answer.
This keyword was not triggered, so Song Yu changed the question: "With such a powerful formation, the Department of Safety will not be involved? Isn't the Department of Safety in charge of the White Walkers' affairs?"
Zhou Qinian did not answer immediately and looked directly into Song Yu's eyes. The heavy feeling of depression on his body made Song Yu even a little breathless for a while, and he began to think about whether to take out the jade pendant from the package, although rationally he knew that it would be useless.
Perhaps Song Yu's extraordinary status played a role. Zhou Qinian finally just smiled suddenly: "Xiang Nephew, eat some food. It's been a few days since you came to Yongxi Prefecture. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality."
With that said, Zhou Qinian put a piece of minced white meat with garlic into Song Yu's bowl. He couldn't eat it. The effect of the medicine was to relieve the silence.
How ironic! If Zhou Qinian hadn't been an NPC, Song Yu would have suspected that he did it on purpose.
This conversation made it clear that there was a story behind it, but Song Yu’s current identity was not yet known. Or perhaps, Zhou Qinian's favorable impression of Song Yu has not yet reached a point where he is willing to disclose this information.
Song Yu also accepted it as soon as it was good. After that, he no longer obsessed with the sensitive information, but inquired about some of the most basic conditions of Yongxi Prefecture. Zhou Qinian was also smiling, and he turned back into the Mr. Zhou who knew everything and was a bit of a loser.
After a few glasses of wine, Zhou Qinian's attitude finally softened. Song Yu raised his eyes again: "By the way, Jie Feng Yan and Qiao Ju Yan have merged. Logically speaking, we can no longer rely on adults to worry about everything. But I first came to Yongxi Prefecture and I am not familiar with the place, so I have to invite Mr. Zhou." Please give me some tips.”
"Look at my brain!" Zhou Qinian patted his forehead quite artificially, and then pulled out a name card from his sleeve, "This is the name card I made for my nephew at the housewarming party, why don't you take a look at it? "
Song Yu was originally unsure whether Sister Fang could handle the cooking and wanted to find some help. Unexpectedly, Zhou Qinian even drew up the guest list.
This famous letter was obviously prepared for Song Yu to read, and the content of the letter was extremely detailed. Name, position, characteristics, hobbies, taboos, and even the areas in which you will get some convenience after making acquaintance are all written one by one in regular and exquisite regular script.
A small post with densely packed words. Song Yu is a modern person and is not used to this kind of vertical writing from right to left. After reading it for a while, he felt dizzy and had to close the post with a smile: "Master Zhou is really thoughtful. I will go back and read it slowly." .”
"Does my nephew have anyone who can handle the banquet? Why don't I lend you a few slaves..."
"That's the best. Just hire according to the market price. Don't refuse, otherwise I won't be able to use it." Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled helplessly and said: "The people on this post are either rich or noble. I I am really afraid that I will make a mistake. It seems that half of the officials in Yongxi Prefecture are coming with their families."
He paused as he spoke and said tentatively: "But I don't know what the state leader would think if we have such a big battle?"
Those in power must be very taboo about their subordinates forming cliques for personal gain. Although Song Yu was confident in his background, he would not do stupid things if he was faced with a local gangster.
"I think the state leader won't mind coming." Zhou Qinian said cheerfully: "The first person on the list to be invited is the state leader."
"Oh?" Song Yu's eyes lit up. He really wanted to pay a visit to the state leader, and was even more curious about the formation mechanism mentioned by Zhou Qinian.
This meal was a feast for both the guest and the host.
After bidding farewell to the satisfied Zhou Qinian, Song Yu handed the name card to Sister Fang and asked her to look at the dishes arranged for these guests. There would be a chef in the house to help. Unexpectedly, Sister Fang was so frightened when she saw this post: "Sir, I can't handle this kind of thing."
"Is it that exaggerated?" Song Yu was a little confused. There are already people to help. Sister Fang can cook a table of good dishes, so there shouldn’t be any difficulties?
So thought the modern otaku who had never attended any large parties.
This scene happened to be seen by Ren Wan, who had returned from the unsuccessful search for Nanshi. She took the post and glanced at it, and then looked at Song Yu with a slightly different look. Song Yu was a little confused: "What's wrong? Ren girl?"
Ren Wan seemed to realize his gaffe and thought for a moment: "I didn't expect you to move so soon. Sister Fang really can't handle this kind of thing. If you don't mind, I will help you move and make arrangements for you." Think of it as repaying you for taking care of me these past two days."
I didn’t expect Miss Ren to be so polite! Song Yu originally didn't want to use Jie Nanshi's Xiaoqingmei, but seeing Sister Fang grabbing Ren Wan's sleeve as if grabbing a savior, he thought that he really couldn't handle this matter, so he hurriedly responded and said seriously : "Then it'll be hard work."
Ren Wan smiled and pulled Sister Fang away.
Song Yu’s life fell into an extremely boring cycle——
Every day, I set off from Guixiang Tower to go to work in the Department of Safety; I collect files and get familiar with the work of the judge; I ask the guards if there are any new ghosts and get no answer; I ask the guards if they have found the little beggar that day, and they do get a few answers. When I heard the news that a little beggar had been "invited" back, I immediately ran to recognize him and found out that it was not him; I got off work; I went to Baxiang Pavilion to treat Yuanfang to a drunken duck and listen to the young lady singing; I went back to Guixiang Pavilion to rest.
luxury! corruption! The coveted leisurely life!
But Song Yu couldn't wait any longer. He was really fed up with these days of not receiving positive feedback for any of his actions!
Levels and levels are not available, skills and abilities are locked. What did he gain? Haven't you ever had a regular schedule in the real world? What use does this have in "Meeting the Gods"?
Especially when people around you are very busy and very productive. The existence of Song Dynasty became more and more abrupt.
For example, in the Safety Department, everyone performs their own duties. Strictly speaking, Song Yu, the judge who was temporarily brought in, had not received any case yet, so he was just investigating the disappearance of the White Walkers.
However, Song Yu was unable to analyze the scale and time of the next beast wave based on past situations, and organize corresponding defense against such big data, and his eyes darkened.
The matter of the alien ghosts is always in the investigation stage and there is no progress. Song Yu could only use Zhou Qinian's name to ask the guards to expand the search area again and again, and then wait for the results.
Everyone is busy here in Guixiang Tower. Since Ren Wan and Sister Fang received the notice to prepare for the house banquet, they summoned Xu Zhou and A Han who had been playing for a few days.
If Du Anchen and Yun Lang hadn't been seen all day long, they probably wouldn't have been able to escape the fate of being raped.
Only then did Song Yu realize that Qiao Ju's banquet was really more than just a meal.
What kind of reception specifications should be used for dinner, how to arrange seats, and the return gifts of several guests...
"Fortunately, this post is written in detail, and the servant sent by Mr. Zhou is also sensible. Otherwise, the banquet is so hasty, I'm afraid I really can't do it well." Ren Wan's voice was soft and slow. But at this time, in Song Yu's mind, she was no longer an ordinary beautiful lady. With this level of ability, in the real world, she would have to be a senior secretary, the kind who could go to the negotiating table.
Even the way Sister Fang looked at Ren Wan changed from the softness she used to look at her little sister to one of respect.
As for Song Yu, who doesn't know anything... just spend some money. Isn't it just throwing coins? He has plenty of money.
Money makes it easy to do things, and with Ren Wan's knowledge and skills, although the preparations for the banquet are in a hurry, the preparations for the banquet are also progressing in an orderly manner.
Song Yu, on the other hand, could only continue to go to Baxiang Pavilion with tears in his eyes to listen to the young lady singing.
He is already familiar with Baxiang Pavilion. This is not only because he appears frequently, but also because after the waiter spread Song Yu’s words, whenever Song Yu came to Baxiang Pavilion, beggars and homeless people would go to Baxiang Pavilion, which they had always been able to stay away from. A high-end shopping place seen from afar.
As a result, an outrageous rumor began to spread in the streets of Yongxi Prefecture at some point——
A local street beggar gang was established. The gang leader is a young man who always goes to Baxiang Pavilion. This young gang leader has a lot of money, but he always eats the sweet rice of remembering the hardships and thinking of the sweets. The bird on his shoulder is very vicious and can kill a whole portion of drunken ducks every time...
When Song Yu first heard the news, his jaw almost dropped. He also realized that his appearance brought an unusual temperament to the quiet and elegant Baxiang Pavilion, which was supposed to be a place of tranquility amidst the chaos. But this... Song Yu doesn't care.
All he cares about is, where have all the White Walkers gone? Why hasn't the little beggar been found yet?
