The three thugs fell to the ground, their bodies twitching.

Simon walked out speechless, glanced at the old cat, and said helplessly: "I only told them to teach them a lesson, and I didn't let you turn them into idiots. Your lesson is a bit too much."

The old cat was lying on Simon's shoulder, without raising his head or holding Simon.

"Forget it, he's not a good person anyway, so he's just doing things for heaven."

When Simon returned home, he saw two steam cars parked in front of his house, one of which belonged to Chekwin, but whose car was the other.

Entering the house, Chekwen was lying on the sofa, smoking a cigar leisurely, while the three dogs lay beside him, also smoking a cigar.

One person and three dogs swallowed clouds and mists, all of them looking like uncles, which made Simon particularly speechless.

"How did you come."

"I've got your steam car. It's the one outside. Hurry up and give me the money." Chekwen said.

"Is there any problem with the steam car?" Simon asked.

"Nonsense, I checked it myself, and sent it for repairs. It looks like new."

"Good, well done."

"You pay for the maintenance yourself, a total of 30,000 yuan."

"I'm going, why is it so expensive. Didn't you say you could get it for 20,000?"

Chekwin rolled his eyes and said, "Your steam car is a luxury car. It was sold by a nobleman when he was nervous. I persuaded him after a lot of eloquence. In addition to the maintenance fee, 20,000 yuan is not expensive at all. Okay."

"Go test the car first." Simon was a little excited, he finally had a car, and it was very convenient to go out and do anything in the future.

"Let's go, I'll teach you how to drive by the way." Chekwen got up.

Simon glanced at the body, which was very new, almost like a new car.

The decoration in the car is also luxurious and elegant. The seats are all leather, which is very comfortable to sit on. It is worthy of being a noble thing, but it is different.

Chekwin drove the car to a street with few people, and Simon couldn't wait to try to drive. This kind of steam car is very simple to drive, and Simon can learn it as soon as he learns it.

Excited, he drove around several streets all the way, and then returned with no end in sight, but the car broke down before he got home.

Simon looked at Cheekwen in confusion, Cheekwin spread your hands and said helplessly, "There's no gas left."

"Now what."

"Of course it's for someone to go back and find oil. I have spare oil in my car."

Then Simon's bodyguards ran back to get the oil, and Simon and Cheekwin sat in the car, puffing up.

"How's the design of the hotel going?"

"Yes, yes, yes, if you don't say, I almost forgot about this." Simon patted his head and said.

"I'm going, but you forgot." Chekwen looked unhappy.

"That's our big business, you forgot about it."

Simon said helplessly: "I can't help it. There are too many things recently, and I can't take care of it."

"What is important to our Donglai Immortal Mansion, don't lose the big because of the small, and let the unimportant things go first."

"It's a matter of the ninth inning. It's very troublesome. I want to ignore it, but there's really no way." Simon said.

"Nine innings? Alas, it's really troublesome. Anyway, I don't care, you can finish the design for me quickly, I'll wait for the finalization, and start the construction of Donglai Immortal Mansion. The sooner you finish it, the sooner you can make money."

"Okay, okay, I'll try my best." Simon's head was big.

The ninth inning had just ended, and his own crisis forced him to step up his time to cultivate. There were still several important clients who needed treatment, and now he added the matter of Patricia.

If you count the time-consuming and laborious hotel design drawings, you will be too busy.

"No, I have to come here every day to monitor your progress." Chekwen said sternly, he valued Donglai Immortal Mansion very much.

Simon sighed, looking up and looking lost.

A bunch of troublesome things came together, let him do.

After thinking about it in my heart, I decided to suppress the design of Donglai Immortal Mansion, and then talk about it after the settlement of Patricia.

Of course, there is no way to say this to Chekwen, otherwise his ears will not be quiet.

The Chekwin bodyguard came over in a steam car, oiled the car, and drove back home.

"By the way, you will fill me up with oil later, and prepare a few boxes of spare oil."

"Fuck, I owe you so much."

"Hey, I suddenly have no energy. If I don't have the energy, I can't move my mind, and I may not be able to draw any designs."

"Nimei's, fuck." Chekewen gritted his teeth and told the bodyguard to go to work.

"I think you're fine now, start drawing now." Chekwen said.

Simon touched his nose and waved helplessly: "Writing and ink waiting."

Chekwin glared at him and went to get a pen and paper: "I won't leave if you don't show me something today."

Simon reluctantly sat on the table and began to draw. In fact, it was not a drawing. His drawing was very bad, and it was more of a text description.

Under the pressure of Chekwin, Simon racked his brains and spent an hour or so to write the outline.

Then he got rid of Chekwin on the grounds of something, and drove Orissa to the inner city in a new steam car to give Marshall acupuncture.

It has to be said that having a car is convenient. Come and go very quickly.

And he was very arrogant. Others looked at Simon in the car with envious expressions, which greatly satisfied Simon's vanity.

After finishing the incident, I went to the ninth round to read books about magic doctors~lightnovelpub.net~ The vicinity of the ninth round was still blocked, the main entrance was blocked, and there were many people wearing protective clothing cleaning up the magical energy pollution, cleaning up Endgame.

Simon entered the ninth inning through the newly opened side door, and his identity as a consultant allowed him to enter the ninth inning unimpeded, and then he could only walk through the corridor and go to the basement consultation room after going to the upper level.

He didn't know the location of the library, so he could only ask someone and found Dinklage.

Dinklage is a magic medicine apprentice, with a high status in the underground consultation room, and has his own office. He is resting in his office at the moment.

"Simon, why are you here?" Dinklage suddenly got up.

"It's not Stellan's business. He asked me to discuss magic medicine with you. I only have research on my own acupuncture and moxibustion. I know other magic doctors too well, so I can only find magic doctors. I've read the books on the subject." Simon said helplessly.

"Really, that's great." Dinklage looked excited.

"Simon, we are friends, you have to teach me well." Dinklage said.

"I don't know if I can teach you. Your knowledge of magic doctors is richer than mine. How can I teach you." Simon said helplessly.

"Why don't you give me your magic doctor badge." Dinklage said hurriedly.

"Uh..." Simon touched his nose.

Dinklage also knew that he had said the wrong thing, and it was about a formal magician profession, so it was so easy to give it to others.

Besides, his relationship with Simon is just average.

"I'll try my best to learn about magic medicine knowledge, and combine my magic medicine skills to see if I can find some methods for you to follow."

"Yes, yes, with your cleverness, you can definitely find a suitable method, so what are you waiting for, I will take you there now." Dinklage couldn't wait to pull Simon out.