The farce in East Star City continued, and Sam bowed his head and lit a cigarette. He doesn't smoke, he just likes to watch the smoke burn for fun, so he gets a little smoke on his body.

"Boss, a message from Tianhong." A subordinate brought the phone over.

"big or small, that's our man in charge."

Subordinates skimmed their lips.

Sam answered the communication. He frowned and let go.

"stop." Sam dropped the cigarette in his hand and ran it over with his boots. the man who shouted to kill immediately stopped and gathered around him.

He stretched out his wrist and looked at the time. It was getting late.

"if this matter is not settled, I will come again. Goodbye, Dongfeng. Say hello to the man behind you for me. " Sam took the man and turned to leave.

"Sam, you're just a mad dog raised by Hong en!" Dongfeng shouted.

Sam turned around and his subordinates immediately gave way.

At the end of the road, Dongfeng was picked up by a subordinate and turned to spit out a mouthful of blood: "I heard that Hong en's second-in-command is Sun Qingxu, Sam. How long can you be arrogant?"

Sam's subordinates got angry and changed color, but Sam just looked at him and smiled and said, "take care of yourself."

When a group of people left the party, the players on the street gave way one after another.

"Boss, he." What else do subordinates have to say.

Sam raised his hand, and the people behind him immediately shut up.

"if there's anything, we'll talk about it when we get back."

Neon lights flashing on the streets, there are all kinds of players on the road, suddenly have the illusion that they are still in the real society.

This is, of course, just an illusion.

The horn of desolation is a hell boiled in slow fire.

East Star City is the most human-like place in the seven main cities, but it is a pity that demons are demons, no matter how similar they are, they are not real people.

The demon eats people, and so are the players.

In the morning, the fragrance of flowers stained with dew came with the wind. Ren Yifei woke up from his dream. He took a deep breath and let his breath take the breath of nature.

Without considering anything else, Ren Yifei thought it was a good place to look at this wilderness.

The good thing is that there are no people living thousands of miles away.

When he went to wash, his face was as pale as frost and snow in the mirror, and his eyes were slightly picky, with a bit of casual evil.

For the last role, he lost more than ten jin, but handsome but strange, looking like the evil evil down the mountain, even more lack of popularity.

The director said he needed this kind of visual impact, but Ren Yifei suspected that he only used this' evil spirit'to reduce people's attention to his appearance.

In the past, when he played the criminal, the critics thought it was not good. He was too good-looking and too real, and it was easy to spoil the values of the children. Who knows why kids go to see that kind of movie?

Teachers always sigh: they are delayed by their appearance.

Fortunately, there is no such trouble in the future, it is not their own skin to enter the game.

"good morning, dear players. It's sunny and rainless today. Would you like to go out for a walk?" The white screen, which claimed to be the guiding spirit, appeared again, full of vitality.

Ren Yifei said good morning, and he began to buy breakfast.

A piece of bread, a glass of milk, a fried egg and half an apple, which is the standard breakfast for Ren Yifei, used a total of 3.8 shell coins.

His three meals a day eat dozens of shellfish, which is ridiculously expensive compared with other things.

If you play once a month, mix 600 customs clearance minimum security, I am afraid it is not enough for three meals.

He set up a small square table in the mini garden given by the cement house. The place is said to be a garden, but in fact it is overgrown with weeds, and in the corner is the lady hedgehog or Mr. hedgehog that have seen before.

He gave the other half of the apple to the hedgehog, and now they are enjoying the morning sun and breeze together.

"Dear."

Guide the spirit only to say two words, Ren Yifei raised his hand, it does not know how, subconsciously quiet down.

He closed his eyes, and the morning light blurred his side face, as if plated with a layer of warm light: "do you hear me?"

"what?"

"the sound of birds."

Guide the genie to silently open the "host no small matter" manual given to him by his predecessors to see how to respond in order to appear mature, stable and experienced.

Here Ren Yifei has opened his eyes: "I want to buy this wasteland, how much is it?"

Guide the genie:.

This is the way the rich man is accustomed to. He is down and out for a moment, and his heart is filled with the stars and the sea.

"your money. It may not be enough. " Guide the elves to try to protect the host's mind.

"well, I know, so I asked you how much you need."

Leading the genie to report a number, Ren Yifei thought about it and nodded: "Yes."

"it's not ten or twenty thousand, it's 300000." The guide spirit reminded him, "and the annual land maintenance tax has to pay 1/10 of the purchase."

"Yes." Ren Yifei, who has never been frustrated with money in reality, smiled, "as long as you earn, there will be." It's only a matter of time before this wasteland belongs to me. "

Ren Yifei continued to eat bread, looking at his own wasteland and feeling more lovely.

"does it snow here in winter?" It suddenly occurred to him that he had lost some surprise and beauty in winter when there was no snow.

The guiding spirit was stupefied for a moment: "under."

Ren Yifei nodded and planted a pine tree in the garden in front of his house in a few days. He likes the aroma of pine branches under the snow in winter, and he also likes the ice that hangs down one by one.

The beauty index of mood increased by 0.01.

Their system comes with a 'player's mood graph', but in it it is an almost straight line, with few ups and downs of more than 0.05.

It suspects that the host is artificial intelligence.

Laughing and scolding on the face, the inner world is like an ancient well, not sad or happy, what kind of state is this?

Guide the elves to doubt Tongsheng.

"300000 is not a small number, and the daily expenses are not low." The guiding elves still can't help but emphasize that, unlike in reality, the money here is more difficult to earn.

Money equals fate, and in the corner of desolation, money is truth.

"I know, the food is very expensive." Ren Yifei nodded.

As a matter of fact, he is a man who has no idea of money.

Because of his childhood acting, a lot of pay, and few extravagant expenses, he has almost never been in short supply. And since childhood, there are assistants to take care of life, so "expensive" or "cheap", in his case, there are usually two strings of numbers that are not the same length.

But at this time, he thought the food was' very expensive'.

This can only show that the food here is so expensive that he can't help but calculate the daily food expenses when he places an order.

"if players are worried about the expensive things in the mall, they can go to the store run by the player. they buy raw materials, make them and sell them, and make a little difference in price." The guiding spirit suggested.

"No, I'd rather spend more money to reduce these troublesome steps that waste time and energy." Ren Yifei, who was leaning lazily against the white plastic chair, turned half over and picked up the corners of his mouth slightly. "moreover, I only like to make money and don't like to save money."

"compared to how to save more money," Sam said, leaning on his luxury sofa in the luxury residential area of East Star City. "I still prefer to make more money from the game."

"but Tianhong."

"well," Sam warned, "call the man in charge."

Several people in the living room looked over: "he is like that, why do you still respect him?" Moreover, he has been playing more and more dirty tricks recently. Should we continue to be so patient? "

These are his followers, and they are aggrieved by Sam.

If nothing else, just talk about yesterday.

It was clear that Sam was in charge of Dongfeng, how much time did it take to get hold of it? Tianhong was good, sold these painstakingly in a word, and hit Sam in the face hard.

Who can stand it?

Yes, Hong en was founded by Tianhong. But Sam, the second-in-command, also made great contributions to the rapid development of it. As a result, when he was promoted to the boss of East Star City, he kicked out Sam and re-promoted a guy named Sun Qingxu.

Mu Zhi angrily put the coffee cup on the coffee table and made a heavy sound. "I think he is addicted to being called the boss," he said angrily. "do you really think he is the emperor of Dongxing?"

Sam frowned. "that coffee table is very expensive."

"Sorry." Muzhi picked up the teacup again and found that there was already a small crack on it. He covered it with a paper towel and flattened it with his hand.

"well, in short, Tianhong has gone too far this time!"

A group of subordinates loyal to Saman have expressed their views. As a member of the targeted group, they have long had a grudge against Tianhong and can be blown apart by waiting for a guide / fire / cable.

"I'll write the book tomorrow." Sam looked at them with righteous indignation and said slowly.

The living room was quiet: "didn't you go to the game a few days ago?"

"this time I took the newcomer to Ben, the task above." Sam frowned and let go.

"what? Tianhong asked you to bring the newcomer? " Several subordinates in this room immediately changed their faces. "it's too much to deceive others, who is it?" We did him. "

"sit down and calm down."

He opened a can of coffee and said, "I'm just telling you that if you have something urgent to call me, I'll bring it up in the next two days." As for the rest, don't worry about what you shouldn't. "

"Boss, you really suffer too much for your temper!" The more he is like this, the less worthy people will be for him.

Chatting for half a day, the subordinates who came with him left one by one, everyone had something to do with each other, and the time of the barren corner was as valuable as life.

After the man left, Sam pressed a button, the curtain of the room was automatically drawn, and a dim light lit up in the room.

"are they gone?" A strange man narrowing the fox's eyes came out of the utility room. If the previous people have not left, they may be surprised. This is precisely Sun Qingxu, the 'courtier' who was reviled not long ago.

"it's difficult for you to deal with these fools." Sun Qingxu sat down and poured himself a glass of water. "I heard that while you were bothering Dongfeng, you directly blew up Dongfeng's soul grotto? Dongfeng's gold suction weapon 'Spring Rain Building' will be relocated these days, and Dongfeng will be furious. Here, what you want. "

He put a piece of paper on the coffee table and took a slow sip of water.

"isn't it cute to be stupid?"

Sam threw the coffee can into the dustbin, loosened his tie, unbuttoned it again, and the gentle smile faded away.

The dark mirror reflected his face, and the man in the mirror was wanton and cruel, with no words related to tenderness in his eyes.

"if you are stupid, you will live a long time."