Doomsday Pavilion

At the same time, Lin Chou just sent away a group of guests from the research institute.

Only Sikong and his **** duck are left in the shop.

Sikong was also sighing, really couldn't hold back, the handsome Young Master Moshang, who has always advertised himself as a knight, is still cursing his mother.

"Fuck!"

"What do you say about Lin? Longhudou...not for sale?!"

Lin Chou nodded naturally.

"As you can see, the people from the research institute have just left. It is estimated that they haven't gone down the mountain yet. How about you go and chase them back?"

The people from the research institute just brought the news that they were the first to find an adult caracal cat, and paid a deposit of 10 million yuan in advance, hoping to book Lin Chou's small museum on the first day of the next month, and a very sincere apology in official language.

Specific actions such as posting a notice at the gate, apologizing for the inconvenience caused to the people.

To say that Lin Chou is still very satisfied, the people in the research institute are not so rigid, they actually know the "reciprocity".

Yes, a group of people from the research institute brought a dozen rare blue-striped wildebeests and sold them to Lin Chou almost at the price of cabbage.

This should be one of the indescribable "local products". Well, it is said that I came from a valley when I was looking for a caracal cat. In the words of the scientific research institute, there is no research value anyway, so it is better to sell it. Change money.

Sikong sneered, but helpless.

If the scientific research institute is really up to the point, it will be useless for him to be an empty man.

"Spicy chicken."

The ghost knows what it is like to spend money like a chieftain Kong son now, it is unprecedented, he still can't spend money for the first time.

This is not for a feast, but...

Sikong's illness, to put it bluntly, was a congenital deficiency, and he was determined from his birth that neither mutation nor awakening could make up for such a deficiency.

The delicacy of red crocodile palm has been unforgettable for Sikong, but its magical effect has made Sikong see hope.

Especially after he had another fight, the situation began to develop in an unpredictable direction.

Sikong was extremely excited to discover that the original strength in his body began to accumulate.

A congenital defect is destined that he will not be able to break through the first order in his life. It is like a wooden barrel that lacks a board, and you fill it with water, which does not exist at all.

Not everyone knows what it feels like when the original power is active in the body, so Sikong told his rude old man about it, and Sikongyu simply brought the research institute to a total of one hundred and thirty. What number of old professors.... The result is-a good thing!

Okay, these old guys don't make any sense and can't see anything. The only advice that can be given is to go to the scientific research institute for inspection, inspection, and various inspections. It is best to have the autopsy section of Sagong.

If you know it's a good thing, you don't need to worry about it. Once the two of you think about it, you can go directly to the Lord.

So Sikong came, and by the way, he stunned the old man who wanted to come with him in the car.

After Sikong arrived, Lin Chou's expression was as constipated as a report with a standard academic paper posture of two thousand five hundred words.

It took a long time to squeeze out four words,

"Consolidate the foundation and cultivate the vitality."

Lin Chou wanted to sneer, MMP, if you ask Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu himself has to guess whether he knows or not.

As the saying goes, learning mathematics, physics and chemistry is not afraid to travel all over the world. Will Xiao Wuzi come over and analyze the fusion and efficacy of various alien ingredients in a scientific research institute another day?

Sikong sighed for a long time.

"Scarce cat, Caracal cat!"

Lin Chou kept his hands on his hands, and said while dealing with the meat in the basin.

"Well, if you find a caracal cat, you can make an exception for this dragon-tiger fight once a month."

This has always been Lin Chou's little cleverness. The scarcity is the most expensive thing. The Fuck system has always stipulated a lower limit but no upper limit. Lin Chou said the upper limit himself.

Sikong almost turned his face with Lin Chou directly.

"His mother’s scientific research institute and garrison sent almost all of their manpower, and they almost turned over the wilderness before finding a few of them. They may be hidden and tucked. Do you think I’m the king of heaven? Can you grab it?"

Lin Chou glared at him, "I said why you are so nasty, why do you always want to **** things from others? Wouldn't you look for them yourself?"

Sikong stared, "You **** fart, if I can find it, can I just stare at you here, huh?"

"It's useless for you to stare at me. I can't turn you into a squalid cat....Don't fight Xiao Hei Xiao Bai's idea. Be careful to roll down your small body."

Sikong licked his lips and leaned up with a smile on his face, making Lin Chou back away in shock.

"What are you going to do, I have a knife in my hand, let me tell you."

Sagong smirked, "Brother Lin, look at the last time you did a dragon-tiger fight, isn't there a big pot left? It's still dark, I'm a lot more circulated... You are a chef, How to do it is not just a matter of yours?"

"what do you mean?"

"Ahem, I mean, if you can secretly save me a bowl or two bowls, the price is good, it's easy to negotiate!"

Lin Chou didn't have a mouthful of old blood sprayed on this guy's face.

"Fuck, you can't figure it out, did you let this handsome steal his own cooking?"

"The scholar's matter, how can it be said that it was stealing? I thought that Boss Lin, you are so handsome, there must be a way, right?"

Lin Chou's eyelids twitched,

"Well, for your honesty, Rong Benshuai will consider one or two."

"Well, think about it slowly, think about it slowly..." Sikong put a card into Lin Chou's pocket calmly, "Don't worry, think about it slowly."

Technically speaking, it seems that an extremely dirty and nasty deal has been reached in this way?

Lin Chou raised his head arrogantly, without taking care of the goods.

Just kidding, how can boss Lin do this kind of thing?

Who do you think Lin Chou is?

Of course it is the rejection of righteous words!

He lowered his head and glanced at the half of the card that was exposed in his pocket, hey, golden, ten million!

Sure enough, the people in the research institute are all stingers!

(Huh? What's on it... I'm sorry, that is the wrong subtitle.)

Boss Lin has always had no psychological burden on such trivial matters, and he can only smile unspeakably, "Come on the second to pick up the goods!"

"NO, throw Bole mother."

After a major event, he was refreshed, and Sikong’s accent became relaxed.

"Xiao Linzi, what are you doing."

Lin Chou rubbed and rubbed the horse meat in a basin of ice, with a gentle and delicate technique, comparable to a lover's thrush.

"Usually after making a lot of money...no, no, this doesn't really express my feelings. If you win a lottery with 5 million points in circulation, how would you celebrate?"

Sikong thought seriously for a long time, looking blank.

"What is there to celebrate?"