Chapter 1156 Owning a City

After the call with Onuma ended, Qin Ran didn't go to Yancheng immediately.

He still has some things to deal with.

It's getting deeper.

The dinner party in the temple began to come to an end.

A dinner without Qin Ran is just like the God of Forest City would not appear at a dinner.

Without the 'Gods' dinner, it is destined to be more lively. The guests toasted, smiled and exchanged greetings, and the small circles formed by each collided and merged with each other.

Isn’t that what dinner parties are for?

Show obedience and expand contacts.

Moulton's face was flushed, and he seemed to be the protagonist of the dinner tonight.

Of course, that is, as if.

The real protagonist is not here, and the protagonist in the order is in a corner beside him, talking in a low voice with the existences that are really worth communicating with.

Envy flashed in Moulton's eyes.

Even if he is already standing in the position of Hermia at this moment.

But compared with the older Hermia, the younger Moulton had greater ambitions.

The position in front of you...

Just a starting point.

So, when he saw the old monk walking out of the corner, Moulton, who had been preparing for a long time, immediately walked over with his wine glass.

He chose a good location, and walking past it seemed like a coincidence.

Even, in his mind, Moulton had already thought up his speech, and silently rehearsed it countless times.

Opportunity awaits those who are prepared.

Moulton believed this.

It's like he is convinced that he will succeed next.

"Good evening……"

Moulton greeted politely.

Then, all that was left in his world was a pair of cloudy eyes.

Gradually, these cloudy eyes became clear, just like the stream in the jungle near his home when he was a child, cool and bottomless.

The body is bathed in the warm sunshine.

There are insects and birds chirping in my ears.

Those days...

I really miss it.

In spite of himself, Moulton sighed.

Then, a question appeared in his mind.

Why don't I go back to my original life?

My original purpose was just to exchange for a sharp ax for my father and a set of kitchen utensils for my mother. It was for this reason that I came out to work.

But now, how long has it been since I visited them?

The last time was at the end of the year, it was just a quick meeting at the dinner table.

What did they say?

They seem to be old.

They don't seem happy.

They seem...

very lonely.

Inexplicably, Moulton's eyes felt hot.

When tears welled up, what he saw was still those cloudy eyes.

When the words came to his lips, Moulton swallowed them hard.

At this time, it is not suitable to talk.

No need to say more.

But at least the other party showed goodwill, right?

"Thanks."

Moulton said habitually.

Moulton is always so polite to people he helps, no matter what the other person's attitude is.

The old monk nodded and smiled at Moulton, then turned and continued walking.

Moulton looked at the back of the other party until he disappeared, and then looked away.

In his mind he recalled what he had just 'thought'.

Finally, he shook his head.

He is no longer who he was then.

It was impossible for him to let his own temper prevail.

He needs to know how to choose.

In the following time, Moulton seemed as if nothing had happened. He continued to hold the wine glass and walk among the guests who were about to leave, no different from before.

Morton did not leave the temple until the last guest had left.

Moreover, before leaving, he once again gave small gifts to every member of the funeral club stationed at the temple.

Delicate and not expensive, but the kind that looks extremely attentive.

"Boss, there are two meetings tomorrow morning."

“Several clients from multiple cities will be coming in the afternoon.”

"This is the document you must see today."

Just sitting in the car, the secretary handed over a stack of documents while talking.

Moulton took it silently, and began to browse through the lights in the car.

The secretary patted the driver's seat lightly.

She knew she couldn't disturb Moulton at this time.

Similarly, she also knows that her boss will go back to the office to sleep because of the meeting tomorrow morning.

The car moved forward smoothly and at a constant speed.

However, when he just arrived at the crossroads in front of the temple, Moulton suddenly made a sound.

"etc!"

"Go to the villa in the suburbs first."

"besides……"

"Prepare two gifts for me. They belong to my parents. They are old, so don't choose...forget it, drive to a place where you can still buy gifts."

"I hand-pick."

Moulton said.

The secretary looked at his boss in surprise, as if meeting him for the first time, but immediately, the secretary came back to his senses.

"OK."

"I know a place."

"They're open all night."

"Also, the meeting tomorrow morning?"

"Proceed as usual."

The car started again.

This time it didn't stop, but drove straight to the destination, at a faster but more stable speed.

Plan, no change.

But life has changed.

As for good or bad?

Who knows.

That is benevolence, wisdom is in the eye of the beholder.

Or, it’s like a person knowing whether drinking water is cold or warm.

…

The old monk staggered to Qin Ran and clasped his hands together.

"Your Majesty."

As he spoke, the old monk bowed slightly.

"Um."

"well done."

Kieran said calmly.

"He did a good job, not me."

The old monk was not surprised that Qin Ran knew everything. Who in this city could hide it from the god who owned this city? The old monk smiled and shook his head, and saluted again: "Thank you for everything you have done for Tanya."

"I don't like to owe people favors, so I just pay them back."

Kieran said truthfully.

“That’s why it’s even more worthy of gratitude.”

The old monk laughed again, and the wrinkles on his face were piled up layer by layer. It was not ugly, but gave him a kind feeling.

However, Qin Ran did not want to discuss this issue any further.

"Do you know the craftsmen who can make items similar to secret treasures and the pharmacists who can make special medicines?"

Kieran went straight to the point.

What do you do when you have absolute ownership of a city?

There are so many things that can be done.

But for Kieran, there is only one thing: using this city to produce and create more points.

Selling props and medicines is definitely the first choice!

Perhaps, in a huge city, he couldn't do this.

Every player has a sense of self.

Even if you use a broker's method, there is no guarantee that everything will go wrong.

But it would be different if it were a city in the dungeon world in front of me.

He is a 'god' in the eyes of the indigenous people.

His words are oracles.

Here he has access to endless resources.

As for time?

Qin Ran already knew that there was no such thing as perfection in the world, and he would not dwell on such matters.

What's more, the most important thing now is: the old monk's answer.

Under Qin Ran's gaze, the old monk spoke.

The old monk said...

PS I helped a friend move today and came back late.

This is the first update!

Second update, Fei Long is working hard!