The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 348 Involvement Machine
When Vivienne's invitation letters were sent out one by one, the momentum here not only did not decrease, but became more violent.

The presidents of the three major chambers of commerce hold innumerable treasures, and have always been reluctant to show them to others.

Even if they appear, they are mostly in a high-ranking posture, and they can only be seen from a distance. How can we see them being so active and friendly?

Seeing that there were more and more people, and the three presidents not only did not have stage fright, but became more and more good at dancing with long sleeves. Looking at the surrounding scenery, Song Lanyi even deliberately drew a picture - "President's Navigating the Sea".

Do everything by yourself and sell it yourself, isn't it another kind of going to sea?
Without making a fuss, Song Lanyi strolled away with her hands behind her back.

She already seems to be able to see the picture of future financial resources rolling in.

Four months later.

Song Lanyi's small shop, from being unknown at the beginning, to the beginning, until it finally became famous, and finally changed its name to Wenji Pavilion.

Looking around, there are teahouses, shops, clothing stores and even Baoqi Dan drugstores, all of which are the shadows of Wenji Pavilion.

For a moment, Wenji Pavilion seemed to have the embryonic form of a future behemoth.

With the gradual launch of educational toys such as Shuanglu and Kong Mingsuo, the overseas islands of the East China Sea, and even among the sea people in the East China Sea, have become popular for this kind of toy.

Especially Shuanglu, it can be said to be suitable for all ages, it is very suitable for a game in the spare time, to relax.

The forces in the East China Sea are intertwined. For many years, it has been like a pool of stagnant water. If you want to inject living water into it, all of these can be said to affect the whole body.

But no one expected that Song Lanyi, a young scholar of the human race who came from afar, just owned a Bauhinia Island, and could use this fulcrum to make such an accident happen.

Inside the Dragon Palace.

In the magnificent palace, glazed tiles are piled up, the eaves and teeth are pecked high, the corridors are full of waists, and chilongs protrude from the corners of the eaves, looking like a horse.

In a garden of fairy flowers, the Dragon King is sitting on a jade mat, and in front of him is a backgammon game that has become so popular recently that it is hard to find a piece of it.

Sitting opposite him was a woman in a red dress with a pipe in her mouth and a lazy and free movement.

This person is none other than the Lord of the Red Dust Pavilion who was in the Underworld that day.

She slammed down, she was just a pair of Shuanglu, but she was made murderous by her, as if killing a bloody path among thousands of troops.

After making this move, the Lord of the Hongchen Pavilion held the pipe in his hand and smiled, "Dragon King, Dragon King, I can't beat you in other chess, this Shuanglu... I can still win once in a while."

The Dragon King glanced at her, and said calmly, "Don't think that I didn't see that when you rolled the dice just now, you pushed it quietly with your talent. Otherwise, you will definitely not win."

Hearing this, the Lord of the Hongchen Pavilion had a momentary embarrassment on his face, but he returned to normal in an instant. He waved his hand and said proudly, "Those who achieve great things, should be informal! Song Lanyi is worthy of being a disciple of my human race. There are too many flower heads!"

For the second half of the sentence, the Dragon King did not refute.

He raised his eyebrows, smiled inexplicably, and then pulled out a bright yellow booklet, and threw it to the Lord Hongchen.

As soon as the pavilion master opened it, he saw the crooked font of the Hai clan.

The gist of it is that in recent days, Song Lanyi has disturbed the peace of Fangdao overseas, business affairs are all the rage, and the huge profits have almost driven the growth of the profits of various industries.

But for this phenomenon, the memorial did not praise it, but condemned it greatly.

Taking people who are not my race, their hearts must be different as the starting point.

Also, the human race despises merchants and admires Confucianism. As a human race, Song Lanyi promotes commerce and trade in Fangdao overseas. He must have ulterior motives.

After reading the full text, the rhetoric is gorgeous, the words are fierce, and the literary talent is brilliant, but... shit doesn't make sense!
After reading it, the Master of the Hongchen Pavilion sneered, threw the memorial on the table, and said disdainfully, "Scholars are just talking about misleading the country. If there is no business adjustment, how can those scholars enjoy the pen and ink of the human race and play with the ingenuity of foreign countries? Reciting Buddhist scriptures from the Western Regions? You are simply ignorant and fearless!"

The Dragon King squinted at her when he heard the words, and said with a smile, "Stop pretending to lose your temper here. There are far more memorials like this than you can imagine. If I was really influenced by their words, how could I take the initiative to show you the contents of them?" ?”

After speaking, he suddenly stood up again, with his hands behind his back, and slowly paced in the courtyard, "In the end, these are just small troubles, and Song Lanyi will make it up. Let's see what she can come up with."

After a while, the Dragon King seemed to think of something, shook his head and sighed, "In the end, if you don't become a saint, you are all ants. A saint...is just the beginning. Let's see how many people in this generation will be able to become saints in a few years' time." ?”

Hearing this, Hongchen Pavilion Master's smile gradually faded.

Her narrow, eerie peach blossom eyes were slightly closed, suddenly a little more heavy.

She could only hear her slowly saying, "This time I went to Tianmen City."

The Dragon King's expression became serious, and he said seriously, "Did the Lord Xia agree?"

The Lord of the Hongchen Pavilion shook his head, "He said that the time has not come yet, and it is not the time to take action to calm the chaos."

boom!
There was a thump.

The wooden table case shattered.

On the face of the Dragon King who has always been calm, there was a rare look of anger.

"The time has not come! The time has not come! In their hearts, what is the real time! How many people have to die before the chaos can be settled! What is the stage after the third step of the saint?"

In the space, the atmosphere gradually fell silent.

The Lord of the Hongchen Pavilion fiddled with his slender fingers, but there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, "But... this time, I saw a... existence that might be called a turning point."

"Ok?"

The Dragon King looked stunned, turned around slightly, and looked at the Lord of the Hongchen Pavilion.

The pavilion master smiled, and tapped his finger lightly, as if a picture scroll was slowly unfolding at the fingertips, in the center of the picture scroll, a young girl was reading at her desk.

This person... is indeed Song Lanyi.

Ok?
Song Lanyi frowned, and suddenly raised his head from the table, breaking the state of being immersed in studying just now.

Just now, relying on her mutated mental power, Song Lanyi seemed to feel the peeping eyes from the secret.

But this feeling is only fleeting, and even Song Lanyi himself has difficulty grasping it accurately.

She pondered for a moment, frowned, and rubbed the center of her brows with some headaches.

Read through the documents placed next to the desk case one by one.

The contents of these manuscripts are basically the business development reports of Wenji Pavilion these days.

As the leader, Song Lanyi naturally cannot do everything. There are many talented people in the group of people who are traveling with him. Song Lanyi is just controlling the general direction.

Even so, Song Lanyi couldn't help but feel that time was tight.

Fortunately... she can hang out.

Thinking about it, Song Lanyi fiddled with the Linglong Tower calmly, adjusted the time rate, and continued to read.

She's just an emotionless introversion machine.

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