Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 843 Eye-opening
Yan Yu was shocked when he heard this!

The meaning of Lin Xi's words is not difficult to understand.

They returned to the country with treasure scrolls in their hands, but as two sinners with "bad deeds", why should they be trusted?

If you directly hand over the precious scrolls, you will only be charged with a bigger crime and suffer more fierce backlash.

This promise is of great credit, and there is a person on the train rushing to occupy it.

Where is it their turn?

The only way is to create momentum first, create a momentum that will cause a sensation in the world, and then fight bloody battles all the way back to the country.

Only in this way can we directly seize the opportunity and make this credit unbreakable.

"You have a good idea, but can we make it happen?" Yan Yu couldn't help but asked worriedly.

Lin Xi said: "Trust me!"

With Lin Xi's ability, of course it can be done.

Even if the news is exposed.

However, it is no problem to bring back the Baojuan scriptures without any damage.

However, to play a full set of plays, you have to be more or less embarrassed, making some big noises and loud noises.

Otherwise, how convincing?

After Lin Xi's repeated promises and showing some muscles, Yan Yu was finally convinced.

Except for believing in Lin Xi.

Also because he has a heart to go home.

People at home always want to leave to see a wider world.

Those who left home have been looking for the way home, and only wished to sleep soundly on the native land in an afternoon during the most boring time.

Just like many young people working hard in big cities.

No matter how many times they say it, I want to occupy a place in this city.

But deep down in my heart, the most stable home is always in the small city in the warm sun.

The outside world cannot place the soul, and the aging of the hometown cannot place the body. This is the key to the confusion of young people.

There is a high city wall between the wealthy area and the civilian area.

And to cross this wall, you don't need a ticket on the surface, you don't need any superficial pass.

All it takes is a pair of clean, bright leather shoes with fancy textures, and a neat, form-fitting, and expensive suit.

As long as you wear them, even a monkey can pass over the bridge and enter the world of the rich.

But without them, no matter how noble your soul is, you will only be pointed at by those black-faced soldiers and blocked from the door.

The soldiers were also of civilian origin.

But they look down on civilians like them the most.

Because they are the watchdogs of the rich, dreaming of joining their dreams one day.

Of course, Yan Yu can easily walk to the rich area.

In addition to because he has leather shoes and a suit, it is also because he is a foreigner.

In the overall poor country of Al, foreigners themselves represent wealth and status.

Even if there are actually quite a few foreigners, they are fugitives from their own country, or local hooligans, hooligans, and rascals who cannot survive in the country.

With his last belongings in his arms, Yan Yu walked into a palace with blue and white as the main color with steady steps.

The design of the palace has both classical charm and modern luxury.

If you haven't experienced it yourself, it's hard to believe that it will be such a place.

Yan Yu skillfully walked into an exhibition hall.

In the exhibition hall, the lights were dim.

There are dozens of sofas scattered around.

The most middle position.

An elegant lady, wearing black gauze gloves, a mysterious black face scarf and a small top hat, wearing thigh-high black stockings, and flaming red high-heeled shoes, is playing the piano.

The beautiful sound of the piano came, but there were very few people who listened attentively.

Because they are looking greedily at those places on the lady's body that are not decorated with clothes.

This lady... this musician who is enough to enter the hall of fame, decorates herself luxuriously in places that should not be particularly solemn, but opens up generously in places that must be covered.

On the sofa in the dark, someone began to bid.

Their eventual winner, can have a nice dinner...with this lady.

The lady was soon taken away by an old man who was over fifty years old.

Older people always like a slower music rhythm.

For activities that are too intense, he has lost his youthful enthusiasm.

Next, a group of dancers.

And then, the acrobats.

There are men, women and minor children.

Here, there is no moral restraint and no hypocrite pretense.

Everyone's purpose is very clear.

Those 'performers' are not ashamed of their actions.

They study skills hard, and exchange their freedom for the next ten years or more in exchange for a skill.

The purpose is to come to this luxurious palace and become a member of it.

Even here, it is far better to exist as a humble commodity than to be in a civilian area separated by a wall, with sewage, rats, dirty food, and desperate and numb people.

Yan Yu waited patiently.

Until the good show starts.

Sure enough, the finale was a group of saintesses liberated from the temple.

Different from ordinary girls.

The figures of these saintesses carry an indescribable 'exaggeration'.

It's hard to believe that such arc ups and downs will really appear in reality.

Although in China, similar figures are often seen in online pictures.

But Yan Yu is very sure that those pictures are probably fake, and they have been carefully polished and modified.

But now, he saw the truth.

Then the girls put on a show.

They spread out their skirts and sat on the fine white sand.

Then sit in meditation like meditation.

In the soothing music, they are sacred and solemn, just like the statues in the temple.

When the last beat of the music dies.

They stood up slowly one by one.

In the next moment, there was a cry of wonder in the entire space.

The fine sand spread on the ground has almost disappeared.

It's like magic, it's like new.

Yan Yu was also stunned, and subconsciously covered his lower back.

He felt that he might not survive today without starting the plan.

"This is not a saint, but a witch from purgatory!" An old man said in unfamiliar Al language.

Yan Yu turned around and recognized the old man.

He is a shareholder of a mining company and a native of Xuelin.

"No! Mr. Nader! The saints don't take their own happiness as their practice. They will make the elderly in their dying years feel the ultimate joy. They were all planted by the monks at a very young age. After connecting with them, there are several key points that will be firmly locked, and they will not let go unless you give an order." Next to this old gentleman's assistant, an Ale country The locals are giving him a detailed explanation.

"It's really... amazing, I can't help but want to open my eyes!" said the old man named Nader.

It's not just the old man who has similar feelings.

And many more.

Even Yan Yu, who had another purpose, was no exception at this time.

(End of this chapter)