Chapter 452 I Am at the Bottom (33)
The current Mo City adopts a unified distribution system. Everyone is allocated according to their needs. The labor they contribute can be exchanged for points, and then exchanged for bigger muscles from Lin Yuan.
Moreover, the people of Wanxiang do not need food. Watching the muscles of Zan Zhuan and others every day is entertainment. A group of people build every day, which is also the reason for the rapid development of Mo City.
Therefore, Tianxiang Sect cannot get started here.
According to Lin Yuan’s idea, the best way is to get in touch with other cities in the exile area, and then investigate the market there to see if a good foreign trade can be established, and finally let Tianxiang Sect gain a foothold here.
If this doesn’t work, then we can only consider letting Tianxiang Sect enter Jiuzhou and find a remote place in Jiuzhou for development.
Finding that there is no other good idea for the time being, Zhang Ting can only enter the restaurant he often goes to.
As soon as he entered the door, he felt a hot breath coming towards him.
The air was mixed with a strong smell of alcohol, and a small door curtain separated the inside and outside of the restaurant, bringing a rare atmosphere of fireworks.
Although the people of Wanxiang don't need to eat or drink, they will occasionally feel greedy, and then call friends to come to the restaurant to eat and drink to relax themselves.
As soon as I entered, I heard the familiar shopkeeper shouting: "Senior Zhang, how come you are free today? Isn't Elder Lin coming with you?"
"He is busy thinking about something and can't come." Zhang Ting said with a smile, "See if there is any good food today, I will pack it for him to take back."
"Okay. By the way, do you still have the spices of Tianxiang Sect? I want to buy more. That stuff is really good for cooking."
"Yes, I will ask Ningshuang to send some to you later."
The spices of Tianxiang Sect are one of the secular products of Tianxiang Sect. After the delicious Lin Yuan found that the spices of Tianxiang Sect can greatly improve the taste of food, he immediately put it into practice here, and the results were gratifying.
However, these spices are either expensive, or the raw materials are difficult to find, or they are too strong for ordinary people to bear, so only the people of Wanxiang or the rich can enjoy them, and there is still a certain gap from promotion.
After ordering a pot of sweet wine and a large pot of sweet and sour pork, Zhang Ting ate while thinking about what the Tianxiang Sect could do.
The sweet and sour pork sent by the shopkeeper only had a small amount of Tianxiang Sect spices, but even so, the food was beyond imagination, and Zhang Ting, who was full of worries, could eat it happily.
In fact, he already had an idea in his mind, but this idea was too unscrupulous, so he was embarrassed to say it.
After all, after contacting "Simulation Mocheng II" and feeling the feelings of the lower class in it, his mentality has changed.
It's okay to make trouble, but don't mess with your own people.
If you have to mess with your own people, then try to make everyone happy in the end.
In this way, you can satisfy your desire to make trouble and complete the task, which can be said to be a happy ending.
However, the difficulty of doing this is unusually high, so he is also struggling with how to do this kind of thing beautifully.
Halfway through the meal, he suddenly found that the noise in the restaurant stopped abruptly.
Looking up, he saw a pot-bellied man walked in.
The other person was obviously not a local of Mo City, because the locals were all pretty good looking, and it was impossible for them to be like this.
Moreover, it was freezing cold outside, but this person was bare-chested, wearing a yellow long gown, with a worn-out bag hanging around his waist, and his body was covered in sweat.
After sitting down, he fanned himself with a small fan, then slapped the table and shouted, "Waiter, serve tea."
When the waiter brought the tea, he exhaled and said, "It's hot in this weather. By the way, what do you have here..."
"Recommended dishes? Yes, yes."
Just as the waiter was about to say what was here, he saw the fat man slap the table and shouted, "Do I look like a rich man! I asked if you have any leftovers here, I will buy them all!"
"...There are none of them."
"Forget it, then is there any free food here?"
"There are none of them either."
Staring at the waiter, the fat man looked fierce and said cruelly, "Really? I beg you, just give me some."
"No... Sir, your expression and tone don't match."
"I'm not good at asking for help, and this is the expression I have when I ask for help." The fat man said fiercely.
"But we really don't have any here."
Looking at this man, Zhang Ting felt that he was quite interesting.
Moreover, Zhang Ting could sense a sense of trouble from the other party, which made him feel that it was not impossible to get to know the other party.
So, he raised his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist, if you don't mind, come and eat together."
"No, no, no!"
The fat man immediately moved over and said to Zhang Ting, "Fellow Daoist, I'm sorry to have cost you money. Waiter, please give me a bowl of rice."
The rice was coming, but he didn't start eating it, but looked at Zhang Ting expectantly.
After a while of silence, Zhang Ting said, "Fellow Daoist, eat."
"It's okay, I'm not hungry yet, you eat first. When you have some oil residue left, I will serve it with rice."
Looking at the fat man, Zhang Ting felt that the other party was really interesting.
Although he looked fierce, he was very humble in doing things. This contrast made Zhang Ting feel that the other party was really a wonderful person.
Putting down the chopsticks, Zhang Ting asked curiously, "Where are you from, fellow Daoist? I haven't seen you before."
"To be honest, I am Shi Feng, the head of Anping Sect in Mocheng. I came here..."
"Catch him!"
At the command, more than a dozen Wanxiang people rushed over and pressed the fat man down layer by layer.
Being attacked by someone, the fat man was terrified and shouted: "I am the leader of Anping Sect, I am an envoy of the righteous sect, you can't do this!"
"I'm going to catch you! I've lived in Anping Sect for so long, how can I not know what the leader looks like! Come here, follow me to Anping Sect, I'll let you die clearly!"
Finding that he couldn't explain it clearly, the fat man also got ruthless.
Turning off the bag hanging on his waist, he was about to use the magic weapon, but suddenly felt his arm become unusually heavy.
Turning his head in astonishment, he saw that Zhang Ting had already hooked the talisman, and a talisman appeared on his arm, each weighing a thousand pounds.
The other party was not only excellent in magic, but also very cautious. First, he bound one of his arms, and then the other hand and body.
In just a few breaths, a large number of talismans were wrapped around his body, making him unable to move.
Pulling up the fat man with a deathly pale face, Zhang Ting sneered and said, "With such strength, you still have the nerve to say that you are the head of the sect."
"...My fellow Taoist, is there a possibility that it is not that I am too weak, but that you are too powerful?"
"Stop flattering me, I am the last one in the Wanfa Sect, I don't know what my strength is?"
"My fellow Taoist, is there a possibility that even if you are the last one in the Wanfa Sect, you are much stronger than ordinary foundation building!"