"I understand." Li Xianfeng gradually came back to his senses, his heart as cold as ice.
But no matter what, even if Lao Zhang dies, the sun will still rise in the east and set in the west. The world is so cruel.
"There is another very important thing. The Honggang Civilization's trade ship will arrive soon." Wang Fumin swallowed his saliva and sighed in a low voice, "Our human beings' supernatural heritage is still far behind that of the Honggang Civilization.
, does not have an advantage in trade."
"So I can only hide Lao Zhang's situation. We still have to borrow his influence as a transcendent. It's good to get some discounts."
Wang Fumin's face showed a guilty look: "It's such a sin... It feels like being destitute."
"He may have died in unspeakable pain. The pain of inaccuracy is hard to imagine, and there is nothing we can do to help."
"And here I am borrowing his influence..."
The atmosphere in the room seems a bit cold and lonely, and the world outside the window is still bustling, but there are some things that, if you know them, you will lose that sense of happiness.
"He probably won't care about this." Li Xianfeng said with a wry smile, "Just go trade with confidence."
"What's more, you are not considered a weakling in the Sea of Demon Gods. Don't belittle yourself!"
"I'm not belittling myself, but I feel a little ashamed. There are many things that should be done that I haven't done well. After so many years, our world seems to have not changed at all."
"That's not true. I don't know the true face of Mount Lu just because I am in this mountain. In fact, the changes in the entire world are quite drastic. Moreover, the general trend of the times cannot be reversed by human power. A person's power is limited, and you can't
It is necessary to blame yourself too much." Li Xianfeng changed the topic, "As long as you can fulfill your responsibilities, you are already pretty good."
"How is your great-granddaughter doing? Is her health getting better?"
Lao Wang shook his head: "Well, congenital heart disease cannot be cured with current technology. But it's okay. I just can't do strenuous exercise. If I live a normal life, it won't be a big problem."
"However, my great-granddaughter's personality is finally not like that of my daughter. She has been well-educated since she was a child, so she might be a good student." When talking about children, Lao Wang showed a faint smile on his face.
The next generation always has more hopes, although in more cases, the next generation is just an ordinary person.
He calmed down his emotions and waved his hand: "Let's go, it's time to go to the Sea of Demon Gods! I hope there will be a good harvest!"
“Bon voyage!”
Li Xianfeng also left the office and sighed in a low voice. Wang Fumin was too strong. Countless people were born to please him and tolerate him. As a result, Lao Wang still has a trace of "conscience".
He actually thinks that future generations need to study... This is so conscientious, so conscientious that it's a bit funny.
Maybe Qin Yiwei is right. Lao Wang is not born to be a political person. At most, he can only deal with the outside world, not the inside.
On the contrary, in this life of Li Xianfeng, the faster he walked, the more he came into contact with the hidden social network.
The coalition government confiscated a lot of his property, which is normal. Power does not allow private armed forces to override society, especially unique technologies.
But if these are really nationalized, Li Xianfeng will not complain, but the bad thing is that a large part of this wealth will be filled and flow into private pockets.
He raised his head, coughed twice, and coughed up bright red blood from his lungs: "It seems that this is the limit of a conscientious capitalist."
It can’t be considered a conscience. In order to pursue efficiency, capital itself has original sin. Without various means, human nature will naturally move in the direction of laziness.
It’s just that Li Xianfeng feels that he has a conscience.
He smiled bitterly: "Without the protective umbrella of power, we can only go so far."
"Unless you abandon your illusory conscience and pursue more power."
In this life, due to his long-term exposure to "Snowflakes" and his lack of personal strength, it will inevitably be affected.
My physical condition is not good and I may not have a few more years to live.
It's time to plan for the next life.
Li Xianfeng thought a lot. He has accumulated a lot of money and knowledge in his life, and he also has many first-class talents under his command. What can he leave for the next life?
What industry should you pursue in your next life?
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The heavy rain in the sky comes and goes quickly.
After the rain, the sky cleared up, and Wang Fumin got on a plane and headed to Yunhai City, the easternmost city on earth.
Looking down from the sky, the blue sea looks like a piece of flawless blue silk satin. In the sun, it sparkles with golden spots. The sea has layers of ripples and slight waves rolled up like fish scales. Seagulls flap their wings,
Say hello to the sea and disappear into the sky.
The petrel stopped and stared at the sea, admiring the magic and magnificence of the sea.
This is the former Tokyo. Due to the sharp rise in sea levels, most of Tokyo has been submerged. Only the higher-altitude Mount Fuji area still has large islands.
Beyond the island is the real Demonic Sea.
The operation of economy and capital is indeed an objective law that overrides human will. The coalition government has no intention to vigorously develop this island, but the wealth is exciting. The resources of the Sea of Demon God are indeed more than one level richer than the earth. Various transnational
Capital and private armed forces swarmed in and continued to build islands.
In just twenty years, Yunhai City has become an international metropolis.
In contrast, in the Western Continent that was devastated by the war, even though the coalition government invested heavily and made various calls, only 30% of the population has been restored.
"If capital is a demon, then it must be the most influential demon. It controls the operation of human society and controls the blood of mankind."
There have even been sporadic armed attacks surrounding the construction of Unkai City.
There will always be expedition teams who are not afraid of death and feel that they are strong enough and want to go out in search of wealth. Confucianism uses literature to disrupt the law, and chivalrous people use force to violate the prohibition. Now the power of the people has come up and stopped this group of people, making it seem like they have stopped them.
The financial path is the same, but conflicts continue.
In this case, the coalition government decided after a meeting that blockade is worse than sparse, and humans really need the wealth of the Sea of Demon Gods - not to mention that this kind of adventure is about life and death, so what if these desperadoes die outside?
An adjutant took out a pile of information: "Mr. Wang, there are rumors spreading from somewhere, saying that children born in the Sea of Demon Gods are smarter. Some consortiums are lobbying the coalition government to allow cruise ships to carry large numbers of passengers.
Passengers, start the business of unborn children."
"You're crazy. You're just looking for trouble. Where did the rumors come from?" Wang Fumin cursed in his heart. He really felt that he didn't have enough things to do, so he had to make this money?
But he still asked: "How much does it cost to have a child?"
"The current price of hiring a group of qualified mercenaries on the black market is 50 million. Anyway, it only takes one day, and they can be cut off directly by caesarean section."
Wang Fumin's eyelids twitched twice. Fifty million a day is really crazy.
The current currency of Pangea has been unified, and its currency value is similar to the currency of Daxia in the old era. One catty of pork is 12-15 yuan, and one catty of rice is about 2 yuan.
Fifty million is really a very high price.
But he still felt that just to have a child was a crazy move.
The adjutant added: "A new batch of standard weapons has arrived at the front line. Materials for civilized trade will be delivered one after another via large cargo ships in the next three months."
"Ask them not to have any defective products." Wang Fumin said, "Otherwise, I will chop off the heads of those suppliers and give them to our friends from different civilizations."
He actually dislikes this city.
This city that is so ecstatic and wealthy operates in a completely different way from the normal world.
"Cloud Sea City" has a population of about 2.2 million, including 100,000 permanent soldiers, about 200,000 civilian superpowers, explorers, mercenaries, and a variety of service personnel, such as auctions and rare object appraisals.
, all kinds of weird chambers of commerce, guilds, all kinds of evil forces, underworld, women who sell their skin, loan sharks, tax evaders, drug addicts, this ghost place is Gotham City in the new era.<
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How could Lao Wang, who was born in the old times, like this kind of gold-selling cave?
But there is no way, humans really need this city.
Putting aside the fact that humans need the benefits of the Sea of Demon Gods, they also need a place where evil and evil can hide.
It is a good thing to have a place that attracts criminals.
The world behind mankind is really too big, and with the growth of overall strength, the number of super-powered criminals is also increasing, and their destructive power is quite astonishing.
After all, Yunhai City is only a medium-sized city. Even if it artificially creates land every year, it will not expand much.
This lavish gold-selling cave naturally attracts all kinds of criminals, so the battle between international security guards and super-powered criminals, and the confrontation between justice and evil, take place here almost every day.
"Oh, what kind of bullshit computer hacker is this? He obviously has intellectual ability, but he wants to become a criminal. He is really mentally ill." Wang Fumin read the information on the plane and shook his head helplessly, "Isn't it good to use it on the right path?
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"And this wilderness gourmet, who likes to make women into human meat buns... Is this guy reincarnated as a world hunter?"
"This international security officer...died in the line of duty? He was only 30 years old. Alas, he has a good journey."
It is indeed a luxury to hope for the unity of mankind.
Even if the disaster of genocide comes, there are still people across the river who are singing in the backyard. Now human civilization is in a rare period of prosperity. It is really a mixed bag of good and bad, and no one can control it.
Fortunately, Wang Fumin doesn't worry too much about these things because he has seen too much.
He is a member of the military, not an international security officer. If he encounters some mice in person, he will crush them to death. If he does not meet them, he does not have much time to search for them. After all, he is too busy and has no other skills.
