Chapter 531 Dad, lend me some money!

   "Dad, lend me some money!"

   Mansions in the inner city.

   As soon as Sid, who hurried home, came in, he met his son's expectant gaze, and an expression of interest immediately appeared on his face.

Hey.

   The sun really came out from the west.

  In the past, this son of a **** always opened his mouth to ask for money, why did he suddenly use the word borrow today?

  He doesn't care how his son spends money outside, his family property can't be lost just by spending money, as long as his son pays attention when sleeping with girls, and don't suddenly bring him a wild grandson back one day.

  Who hasn't been young?

  He also liked to play when he was young, but he restrained himself a little after he got married. After all, his wife's family status is not low, so he still has to care about each other's face.

"How many?"

"Ten million!"

   Upon hearing the number 10 million, Sid immediately frowned.

   What is the concept of 10 million?

  Based on wages, more than half a million people in Boulder City have to work hard for two or three weeks! And even if it is calculated by the output value, those cattle and horses will have to work hard for at least a whole day!

  Although chips are numbers to him, they are not waste paper after all. There is no doubt that this is not a small amount of money, even if he can get it out, he can't let his son be so prodigal.

   "You ask the housekeeper to take 200,000 to spend first, and then ask me for it if it is not enough."

  Seeing that his father misunderstood him, Kumit suddenly became anxious, stomping his feet and said.

   "Dad! I really need it urgently! If you don't believe me, I can write an IOU!"

   Sid stared at him and said.

   "Did you get into some trouble again, kid? Tell me honestly, don't make up your own mind!"

   Kumit smiled.

   "No, what's the trouble, am I that kind of person? Dad, to tell you the truth, I found an opportunity to make money!"

   Chance to make money?

   Sid almost laughed out loud.

   Others don't understand his son, but he understands it too well. This guy can't keep money at all.

  Hands on his shoulders, Sid said patiently.

   "You boy, sometimes you are a little innocent, and you have to be smart outside, so don't let people deceive you. Tell your father, which **** made a cake with you?"

   Kumit opened his father's hand dumbfounded.

   "What! I mentioned the opportunity to get rich! You know that Kixiu, right? He's back from Ideal City!"

   "Kixiu? You mean...Malvin's second son?" Sid took a moment to remember the name of that bastard.

   To be honest, he didn't have a good impression of that kid, he was too reckless in his actions, and to put it seriously, he didn't care about his brain!

   It is obvious that you can hire two outlaws to solve the family, but you still want to be smart and set fire, and do it yourself like a pig, it is simply too ignorant.

  Fortunately, that kid has a smart father who sent him out of the city immediately. First, he settled the militia, and then found a scapegoat to calm the anger of the residents in the outer city. This matter was settled.

  They can indeed ignore the set of rules on the surface, but there is still a set of unwritten rules to follow under the surface.

  If you really don’t follow any rules, you won’t be a predator?

   If it wasn't for the face of that boy's father, Sid would never agree to his son mixing with that guy every day.

  Of course, considering that Kixiu has stayed in Ideal City for five years, maybe with the help of that old fox in Malvern, he has established his basic position in the local area, so it is worth investing for face.

  He intends to find a chance to send his youngest son there, and make a good relationship in advance, so that he can take care of him when he goes there. After getting a large amount of Cr, he also wanted to go there to relax for two days and experience another kind of extravagant life.

  Thinking of this, Sid thought about it, and let go.

   "...Go to the butler to get two million chips."

   Kumit suddenly collapsed in disappointment.

   "Huh? Only two million..."

"You still don't think so much," Sid patted the back of the boy's head angrily, "You have never been a housekeeper, so you don't know how hard it is to earn money! Spend the two million, don't use the IOU." What the hell, just write it down, you can just make a written statement for me, and go to Ideal City to study after losing money! Now the opportunity is so good, the flight can fly non-stop, at least learn something for me and come back!"

   Kumit pursed his lips.

  Honestly speaking, he really didn't think money was so hard to earn.

  His good buddy is the son of the president of the Boulder City Bank, and the son of the big boss Wei Jia is his dog leg. For him, making money is not every minute.

   Moreover, Jixiu made the plan very detailed. They have a detailed and complete plan, which can drive the price of S coins to the sky!

   But time is money, two million is two million.

   Wait until he turns the two million into four million, or even forty million, four hundred million... I believe this idiot dad will be impressed by him!

   While Kumit was dreaming of getting rich, Sid had already gone to his wife Bonnie.

  Pushing open the door and walking into the dressing room, he hugged the woman who was sitting in front of the dressing table and being combed by a maid.

  Although she is in her forties or fifties, due to good maintenance and bionic technology, she looks almost the same as when she was young, except that there are some faint lines at the corners of her eyes.

  If it was a wastelander, at her age, most of them would have been buried in the soil.

   "What's so happy about it?" Bonnie blushed slightly, glanced at the maid beside her, motioned her to go out first, and closed the door by the way.

  Sid didn't care whether there was anyone beside him, anyway, he hadn't tasted the girl's taste before, and kissed his wife happily.

   "Honey, we're going to get rich!"

   Bonnie scolded.

   "Get rich? Aren't we already rich?"

   "There will be more money!" Sid sat on the sofa beside him, triumphantly revealing the agreement he and Lister had reached on the bond.

  Liszt agreed to give him half of the cake at the "original price", and gave him professional advice, suggesting that he allocate half of the long-term and short-term debts.

He subscribed for 500 million short-term bonds and 1 billion long-term bonds...Although at first he planned to subscribe for the latter in full for 1.5 billion. After all, buying 100 chips at the issue price of 85 sounds more attractive, but considering that he also Liszt had to make some money, so he readily nodded in agreement.

  85 issue price, in other words, he can buy 1 billion chips of debt with only 850 million chips, and the alliance will pay him 40 million chips in interest every year!

  Of course, what he is thinking about is not the interest of the 40 million chips per year. Only the poor will count on the interest given by the bank.

  He will use an appropriate price, such as 1.3 billion or 1.4 billion, to split up a total of 1.5 billion in debt and sell it to those chambers of commerce and factory owners in Boulder City.

   After all, he ate the meat himself, so he got them to drink the broth.

  The factories and chambers of commerce that have made money from the alliance now have plenty of money, so they will definitely be interested in this value-added business.

  They will drink this soup.

   And must drink!

  Thinking of this, Sid couldn't help but feel proud of his genius-like scheming.

   This in and out is 100 million!

   It would take two and a half years to earn money by eating interest, but he only needs to move his fingers and earn it in an instant.

  An honest person like Liszt who left the factory to do business has no idea of ​​the real "power" at all!

   "I always feel that something is wrong. Why did Liszt give you this opportunity to make money? He is a new nobleman, right?" After listening to her husband, Bonnie still vaguely felt something was wrong.

   To put it bluntly, she doesn't trust Wastelanders.

  Even if the wastelanders rely on money to sneak into the status of nobles in the inner city, their blood is still full of filth and original sin.

  Sid was not at all surprised by his wife's concerns. It was impossible for a vase like hers to touch the darkness outside. Looking out of his window, he couldn't see even an inch of waste soil.

   But he is very clear.

  He knows better than anyone how desperate the wastelanders outside are, and how much they yearn for life in the inner city. For that black card, they can humble themselves into the dust, take off their dignity and their hearts and throw them into the frying pan.

"Yes, he is a new nobleman. I even got his black card for him, but the real core power in the inner city still has nothing to do with him. I can pull half of the nobles to vote with me, but he still has to Thinking about those people's ways of the world, asking me which side I should be on when I vote so I don't somehow offend someone. To gain a foothold in the inner city, he has to rely on us, our family, and the tangled veins of this building You can understand that he is a dog in our family."

  Seeing her husband's confident eyes, Bonnie relaxed a little, and put her hand on his shoulder.

   "This family depends on you alone, so don't be too tired."

  She doesn't understand those complicated things.

Her father protected her very well, just looking at the occasional sadness on the maid's face, the bitterness on her face when writing letters with her sweetheart, and the fear and fear when facing herself, she can still roughly guess the reality of the people outside. not good.

   Putting his arms around his wife's waist, Sid said confidently.

"Don't worry, your husband is not fighting alone, we are a group of people - descendants of a group of noble people who created a new world on the ruins of nothing. Our opponents are just a few people whose brains have been frozen." Rats, and those wastelanders who picked up garbage and ate their stomachs."

  "They don't know what real tactics are. We see them completely, and they don't even know how many cards we have in our hands."

   "There is no way we can lose!"

  …

"Hahaha! Those stupid pigs! You don't know, when I told that idiot Sid that he could buy 100 debts with 90 chips, the expression on that face was so wonderful! It turns out that an elegant A decent man can really change from a human to a pig in a second!"

  A certain mansion in Dawn City,

   Liszt had a proud and wanton sneer on his face.

  He described to Chu Guang vividly how he tricked the greedy fat pig into the cage he made during the banquet, and lured it step by step to put the rope around his neck.

  Chu Guang listened with a smile on his face, and applauded lightly.

"Wonderful."

   "You are overrated!"

  Restrained the frivolous smile on his face, Liszt nodded slightly, and continued respectfully, "No matter how wonderful my performance is, I'm just an actor on the stage, not as good as you who designed the whole stage for me."

   "Don't be modest! It won't do any good to flatter me," Chu Guang smiled, and continued, "Have you brought anything?"

"it's here."

   Liszt clapped his hands lightly.

   Soon, his confidant Han Long pushed open the door and came in from outside the study carrying two large suitcases.

  Under the signal of his boss, Liszt, he laid the suitcase flat on the empty table at one side of the study, and opened the lock.

  I saw black and white chips with crown patterns lying in the suitcase, and the face value of these chips was 10,000.

   Liszt looked at Chu Guang and said respectfully.

   "Please take a look."

  Chu Guang glanced at Lu Bei who was standing beside him.

   "Go and count."

"yes!"

   Lu Bei nodded cleanly and walked towards the two suitcases.

  Although Chu Guang knew that Liszt must have counted the chips over and over again, and never dared to lie to himself, letting Lu Bei go through the motions could reassure him.

   But Lu Bei was still the same as before, meticulous in the tasks he had given him, and carefully counted them one by one.

  Looking at the young man who was concentrating on counting the money, Liszt's expression relaxed a little, and he smiled and looked at Chu Guang who was sitting on the sofa.

   "According to your instructions, I transferred more than half of the bonds to the famous nobleman in Boulder City. Not surprisingly, he will resell these bonds to the factory in Boulder City."

If the result of the last round of inflation was that the social wealth of Boulder City was concentrated in the hands of the nobles who controlled the power and the merchants who controlled the means of production, then this round of inflation caused by secondary debt will make the people who control the production Data merchants have also begun to taste the "sweet bitter fruit".

   Those merchants are the most cunning.

  They greedily enjoy the comfortable pool water like a hot spring, but they will be the first to become alert when the water is hot enough to burn their buttocks.

   Therefore, when necessary, they will pull the nobles who are not very smart but strong enough to face external threats together.

   Therefore, if you want to harvest them, you need to pay more attention. First, sell the meat-cutting knives to the nobles in the inner city, and borrow their hands to do this time-consuming and labor-intensive work.

  The total debt of 3 billion is just the beginning.

  Neither Liszt nor Chu Guang promised to Boulder City that this was the last sum of money they borrowed from Boulder City, and they would not use new debts to repay old debts.

   "Actually, there is one thing I don't quite understand." Liszt asked suddenly.

"What's up?"

   "Does the Alliance have an account in Boulder City?" Liszt looked at Chu Guang suspiciously and asked, "Anyway, the chips have to be brought to Boulder City for trading, why not transfer the money directly? Instead, it must be in cash?"

   Chu Guang smiled and said casually.

"Because this money is not used to buy things, it is bait for fishing. In this game, we can only guarantee our own credit, and it is difficult for others to say, so I need a part of off-site cash to cash in our money. Promise of."

  Chu Guang looked at the suitcase on the table.

  According to his instructions, Liszt asked Sid to pay a "deposit" of 20 million chips in advance, and it was a cash transaction, and then sent someone to send the chips to the alliance.

   No one dared to ask Sid what he was doing with the money, and the 20 million was stuck in a moderate amount, so the Boulder City Bank would not be aware of the wind in advance.

   Half of the 20 million is to pay the debt of the Boulder City Bank, and the other half is to show Malvern, telling the guy that the alliance has prepared even the principal and interest for next year.

  So don't think about using debts to blackmail the alliance to make concessions!

Malvern is a smart man. He will definitely realize that earning too much local currency is equivalent to drinking a belly full of bubbles. He will definitely use the debt to put pressure on the alliance, either to propose free circulation of chips and silver coins, or to ask the alliance to help him pay for the surplus. find a new place for the foam.

  Whether it is allowing the chips to cross the bridge to be converted into Cr, or allowing the chips to price the food of the Lion Kingdom and the mineral resources of Xizhou City, these are all means to achieve the goal.

  But Chu Guang couldn't let the cunning fox escape smoothly, and even planned to take this opportunity to make them fall deeper.

  Malvin would never have imagined in his dreams that his major shareholder was so anxious that he couldn't wait to repay the principal and interest at the end of the year for the alliance, and stabbed himself when he didn't know.

   Liszt nodded with half understanding.

"What about the rest of the money? It's not easy to get 830 million chips in cash. It's not a small amount. Boulder City Bank will definitely keep an eye on this money. Even if Sid is asked to withdraw the cash first, it may not be easy. "

Chu Guang smiled and said: "Don't bring it out, what do I need so much waste paper for, we will use the money to buy some things, part of it will be used to buy back the discounted debt, and part of it will be used to buy means of production. I still need your help."

   Liszt asked with interest.

"buy what?"

  Chu Guang didn't reveal it to him, but just said it concisely.

"The 510 million chip medium- and long-term loans that Boulder City Bank gave us can buy things that cannot be bought with this money. Our Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Economy have made a list. This list has just been discussed. I can Tell you that this thing exists, but won't tell you what's on it in advance."

   Because it is unfair to other competitors.

   Liszt intends to sell Boulder City for a good price, and Chu Guang will let him get the benefits he deserves, but only the agreed part.

  The future plans of the alliance, that is another matter.

  Liszt immediately understood what Chu Guang meant, and then stopped asking more questions, smiled relaxedly, and changed the dangerous topic without a trace.

"Okay, let me know when you need me... But having said that, your efficiency is really high, and you have reached a consensus in one meeting. Can the nobles in the inner city argue over trivial things like who eats more?" Last week, when it was time to be more cautious, it was too fast."

   "That's their business."

  Looking at Lu Bei who nodded to him, Chu Guang smiled, stood up from the sofa, and shook hands with Liszt who also stood up.

   "However, I guarantee that each of them will have a share, and they will not miss a bite."

   Seriously holding back the solid and powerful steel, Liszt also smiled, and responded respectfully.

   "It's an honor to serve you!"

  …

   Just as the high-level officials of Boulder City and the alliance were fighting each other, the three-day celebration had come to an end.

  After tonight, everyone's life has to return to the daily track and start working again.

   But not many people feel sorry.

   On the contrary, I am full of expectations for tomorrow.

  Because starting tomorrow, they will only work eight hours. The boss will not deduct their wages, but will also pay them more. Because the league requires their bosses to cooperate, and if they don't cooperate, they will pack up and go to the neighbors.

  Compared with a rapidly growing market with unlimited potential, what is the added labor cost?

  Smart people do this math.

   On the other side, with the help of Fang Chang, Dolly has finished her column.

  However, when she was excitedly planning to tell her boss Hal the good news, she found that his boss had come from Boulder City.

   And he brought a large group of employees with him, carrying his luggage in disgrace, as if he had been kicked out.

  The door of the house on the edge of Linghu Lake.

  After hearing Hal's explanation, Dolly's eyes widened.

   "The newspaper was disbanded?!"

  Hal looked at the surprised Dolly with a guilty conscience, and said in a low voice.

   “…I’m not disbanding.”

   "I know...but why didn't you tell me earlier?!" Dolly clenched her fists angrily.

  She spent almost the entire celebration looking around the streets of Aurora for writing that column, and she didn't even enjoy the celebration.

   As a result, when she finished everything, the useless president of her family told her that she was out of work? !

   Hal shrank his neck and said guiltily.

   "I thought I was going to come here anyway, so I wanted to tell you in person... How about your arm? Congratulations, it's quite suitable for you."

   The upset Dolly pressed her eyebrows, and he didn't change the subject, and was still brooding over the closure of the newspaper.

   "But...but... Isn't the newspaper invested by the alliance?"

   Hal sighed, looking at Dolly who was trying to make the last struggle and said.

"Yes, but it is impossible for the Alliance embassy to put pressure on Boulder City for one of our newspapers. This is their internal affairs. The Alliance does not want to make a fuss about this matter...Of course, due to the face of the Alliance, Boulder City did not embarrass us. Let's take everything away. Except for the windows and the door, I can't take it away. I packed everything I could, including your desk."

  Dolly stared at him blankly.

   "Then... what are you going to do next?"

  Hal looked a little complicated, looking at the sunset in the west.

"I plan to take my colleagues to Luoxia Province, where I will re-run a Survivor's Daily, and start to expand my business from the Lion Kingdom. Of course...if you don't want to go so far, you can also go to Dawn City, where there is also " Daily Survivor, I spoke to the editor in chief here, and they welcomed us."

   He has read the "Daily Survivor" in Dawn City, but it is not as interesting as the one he ran in Boulder City. After all, arguing with Mr. House requires a certain level of skill.

Most educated people in the alliance will find a unit with better conditions, and the profitability of the newspaper office is limited, and the editorial position usually does not offer a high salary, so most of the things they write are vernacular, without some humor funny.

  However, their future can still be looked forward to.

   After all, the price of advertising will increase with the growth of the economic scale, and good days here will always favor those who do things seriously.

   "Daily Survivor" originated in Boulder.

   But their mission is over.

   After explaining the future, Hal didn't dare to stay for a meal, and carefully said sorry again and left.

  Looking at Dolly who came back from the entrance with a dazed face, Fang Chang patted her on the shoulder lightly and said comfortingly.

"It's fine…"

   "But that was a press release that was written with great difficulty..." Dolly's eyes were filled with tears, and she felt an indescribable grievance in her heart.

She believes that the alliance method has a lot to learn from. If the working environment of the workers is improved and the residents of Boulder City become richer, more new things will spontaneously flow into Boulder City, and because everyone Strange ideas become more abundant. Even if we can't return to the wonderful era of prosperity, it can make everyone's life a little bit better than yesterday.

  She doesn't like the aristocratic gentlemen in the inner city. Having worked as an intelligence broker, she knows better than anyone how ugly and dirty those people are.

  But if the people in Boulder City can live a better life, she is willing to let go of the insignificant hatred and publish the good things she saw in the alliance in the newspaper, even if some of them are just some one-sided or even naive ideas.

  Some people conceive, some perfect, some try, three people can always do more things than one can do, no one can come up with a perfect solution from the beginning.

  However, what she never expected was that just when she was planning to do these things, the "Daily Survivor" was forced to close.

  The insult more vicious than sarcasm and ridicule is utter indifference.

"Do you think it's ironic?" Fang Chang coughed lightly, and couldn't help but tease, "The big bad wolf with a bad stomach was treated as the guest of honor, but the clever and clever Miss Investigator lost her beloved job— Hey, are you a cat?!"

  Before he finished speaking, Dolly had already rushed forward and gritted her teeth.

   "You're still teasing me!"

  Looking at the tears that filled his eyes, Fang Chang suddenly felt a little distressed, although the player didn't feel pain.

  He stretched out his hand, hugged her gently, and stroked her head.

"Feel sorry."

   "You didn't do anything bad, you don't need to apologize!"

  With tears in her eyes, Dolly sucked her nose stubbornly, her voice was deep and hoarse, making her distressed, "You've already guessed that it would turn out like this... right?"

   Fang Chang sighed softly.

   "It would be a lie if I said I didn't expect it, but it really exceeded my expectations so soon."

   Dolly looked at him with heartbreaking eyes.

   "But why! Why would they..."

"The reason behind it may not be as complicated as you think. It may just be that a nobleman picked up a piece of paper from a commoner's newsstand on a whim one day. They usually don't like to read it, just like they usually don't try it. Watery beer, but taste it and they'll frown... so it's not your fault, no need to feel sorry for someone who doesn't deserve it."

   Not wanting to make Dolly too sad, Fang Chang continued to comfort her.

   "Besides, even if we put aside the news about the newspaper, it is still a pleasure for me to look around on the streets of Dawn City with you, and to inquire about the 'secret recipe' for the rise of the alliance."

  This kind of simple happiness is not so easy to obtain in the information age.

  In reality, it is so easy for him to know something, just move his fingers or make a few phone calls.

   "...but our efforts are meaningless," Dolly lowered her head, "my column...will not be published."

"How come? Didn't I say that even lying on the lawn with you and counting the stars is full of meaning, not to mention that we have done so many things these days, whether it is meaningful or not should not be determined by those who have not done it People decide."

  Looking at those confused eyes, Fang Chang shook her little hand.

   "How about trying to contribute to the league's Daily Survivor?"

"We care about what they don't care about, and we don't think what they care about is that important. I believe the editor-in-chief of "Survivor Daily" will be moved by your meticulous investigation. We need your eyes to discover the 'Na' hidden among us. Fruit', and other hidden dangers that we have not yet discovered."

  The confused color gradually regained its light.

   Glad to see her cheer up again, Fang Chang smiled softly, and made a harmless joke in a very soft voice.

   "...It would be a pity to just give up like this."

   "I'm still waiting for the gentle and kind Miss Dolly to earn money to support me."

  …

After coming out of Liszt's home, Chu Guang ordered Lu Bei to take the brothers from the guards and send the chips to the Ministry of Finance, while he went to Lingbei North Street where the players gathered, intending to see his little players What new work did they do?

   And when he passed by the community built by the players, he happened to meet Hal who had just come out of Fang Chang's house.

Before Chu Guang could figure out how to explain it, Hal wanted to avoid it, but seeing that Chu Guang had already seen him, he could only bite the bullet and go up to say hello, before Chu Guang asked, he explained the matter The whole story was told in detail.

   Lowering his head and not daring to look into the manager's eyes, Hal apologized in a low voice.

   "Sorry... I failed your expectations and made the newspaper dirty."

  Seeing his trembling look, Chu Guang happened to be in a good mood, and said with a smile.

   "Have I told you what my expectations are?"

  Hal was slightly stunned, with confusion floating in his eyes.

   Not thinking about it, he scratched his head.

   "What is it?"

"Nothing, I just asked you to do this thing, I didn't stipulate what you have to do it. But now it seems that this investment has achieved unexpected results, and your choice and decision make me feel Excellent value for money."

  Looking at the bewildered young man, Chu Guang said with a smile.

   "It's a good idea to open a newspaper office in Luoxia Province. Do whatever you want, and remember to say hello to your father and me when you go back. By the way, have you eaten yet?"

   Hal came back to his senses, his stomach growled, and he blushed and shook his head.

"without…"

   "Then it happens to be together."

  Hal was taken aback when he heard the words, and then flattered and quickly waved his hand to decline.

   "Then, what a shame."

  Chu Guang laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and joked.

   "What's so embarrassing about it, I invited you to Qingquan City for the first meal. I'm so sorry that I didn't see you at that time."

   Hal coughed dryly.

   "That's different...that's hungry."

   And how can it be compared with now!

  The alliance has already grown into a towering tree, and even his father has to respect the managers of the alliance.

   Not to mention him.

"Just treat it as a farewell before you leave! When you go to the desert, remember to tell the people there what I look like, and stop imagining it out of thin air with that picture." Looking at Hal who was still embarrassed, Chu Guang smiled He hurriedly urged, "Let's go, go drink, don't grind!"

   It would be shameful to refuse again.

   Hal nodded dumbfoundingly, and was dragged to the barbecue stand by Chu Guang.

  Many shelter residents are here.

  They didn't have many surprises about the manager's arrival, most of them were still busy with their own affairs, only some happy people who had nothing to do came up to say hello.

But Hal can see that the glib titles they made up don't really regard this adult as an unattainable existence, nor do they have a sense of irony and eccentricity, but just hope to arouse him through this performance art. s concern.

   But is this any good?

  In fact, they know in their hearts that the managers will not favor them because of their "flattering", right?

  Hal didn't know what they wanted to do, but just observed the residents of the refuge curiously. For him who had been staying in Boulder City, everything here was full of novelty.

  After nightfall, the voices became even louder, and melodious music was even played.

  People here seem to be celebrating the last night of the festival.

  They knead split claw crabmeat and flour and sprinkle spices to make patties, and put the table together to share victorious wine and stories of adventure.

   They never seem to tire.

   He doesn't take waste soil seriously.

  The scent of oily oil is more intoxicating than the foam of beer, and what makes people unable to move their eyes away is the rising bonfire and dancing in front of the bonfire.

  The manager who brought him here has long since disappeared.

   Hal, who accidentally drank too much, stared dazedly at the increasingly hazy world in front of him, and softly hummed the doggerel he made up——

   "The lights and festoons were all good, and the hyenas also joined in the fun, greedily snatching into the oil pan, crying and laughing."

   Just wait and see.

  Those arrogant guys.

  Thinking that after going to the desert, he would no longer be able to appreciate the mournful expressions of those high-spirited old men, Hal suddenly felt a little reluctant to come here...

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   (too many updates, the keyboard is broken, sweat)

  (end of this chapter)