Master of the Stars

In the constant flow of traffic in Xiacheng, the civilian cars in Zhugan were not eye-catching at all, and unexpectedly encountered a big traffic jam on the weekend. According to the guidance of the brain, they have changed four or five traffic levels, and they are still struggling. The forest wall area is only a dozen kilometers away.

"As always, in a sense, this is a good...ahhhh thing." Zhugan chatted and yawned by the way.

"Where did you go last night?" The paper cut squinted at him.

"Haha, give your life to Boss Luo."

"Huh? The foundation hasn't started operation yet?"

"You don't really think that Boss Luo has to rely on the foundation to move around, do you?" Zhugan squinted back, cut the paper and blinked, and then made a gesture of sealing his mouth with a zipper.

There is a slight silence in the front row, and the laughter of the children in the back row is particularly clear. The two little peas are firmly tied to the child seat-they were just removed from the paper-cutting cart before they came, but they didn't affect their play at all:

Seven or eight lively little paper figures, each with their own characteristics and extraordinary agility, not to mention that they can receive simple instructions and obey the "director", enough to play a cartoon.

In other words, among the capable Xiacheng, when it comes to playing with children, paper-cutting admits to be second, and no one dares to be the first. In the field of toys, the technique of "soul power activation" has no other weakness except that the paper figure itself is too simple in structure and the basic requirements for issuing instructions are high.

It is also because of the "basic requirements" that it is easy to see the difference in the soul power of the two children in the back row from the degree of acceptance and digestion of the instructions of the paper man.

There are tens of thousands of children in the world, and Zhai Weiwu must be of the kind with a talent for cultivation. After more than half a year of edification by Dean Wan and the master of the repair hall, I can’t talk about awakening, but my heart pointed out that I can reach an effective information connection with the "activated" paper man, and I can control it freely in this low-end bureau. .

What’s especially valuable is that the child’s mental instructions are very concise and just right under the excited game state. This is a good habit. In contrast, many awakened people who often go to the corner and go to the corner to wake up.

In contrast, Heyuanzhi had no foundation at all, but he reacted very quickly. After finding that the instructions were complicated and useless, he immediately focused on the "manipulation" of a single paper man, concentrated his mind, and was not disturbed by other paper people, and his thoughts were able to relax. Close, she is absolutely outstanding among her peers, and I have to be complimented. The lady Heyuan is a good teacher.

"Children now feel very promising."

The child can boast in person, but it can’t be such a boast. It just happens that the paper-cutting is idle, so he took a video of the two little guys in the back row, and sent it to the group as a chat topic: “It seems that there are talented people... Here, the barriers between spiritual and material don't look very solid."

"Things gather by kind, people are divided into groups." The bamboo pole drove calmly, and calmly held the big guy including himself.

Paper-cutting did not appreciate him, pushing him in reality: "Concentrate on driving."

In the group, many people gave it to him. Xie Junping obviously took a short run when he opened the board of directors, and he was still emotional: "Then I am sitting amongst a bunch of choking stupid birds. ?"

"In the past few days, the market value of Tianjing Biotechnology has been soaring. What is your dissatisfaction with the marketing director." Zhugan's admonition for paper-cutting is a breeze. For a spiritual architect, Internet chat while driving is even distracting. It's not even considered.

"Thank you, the marketing director of the R&D subsidiary."

"It's all the same. By the way, Director Xie has made rapid progress. Last night, the collective cooperation of the fortress of the blood circle persisted until the second half, and almost made it to the first echelon. While madly holding money, while practicing like flying, both are correct. ,amazing."

"Come on, now in this irrational market, you can earn money to earn atrial fibrillation. Any cat or dog, saying that XX medicine may prevent distortion, the market will be emptied immediately, and there will be no scum left; if you say which one may cause... ha ha, I didn’t even think about selling a gram or two. The pastures of Mr. Hu’s family had disappeared for almost a week, and he might be a living Bodhisattva and let them go!"

"Can you send me two heads?" Xue Lei popped up, "I haven't seen any fish in my house for the first half month. My mother insisted that all meat, egg and dairy products may be contaminated. My father is now guarding the police cafeteria. not going home."

"Look for him directly. Both ends are too stingy. If you can eat 20,000 heads, he will kneel down and call your father on the spot." Xie Junping responded irritably, and even complained about vomiting, "At this time, you will have to get rich. Be careful to give birth to a son without anus, these idiots actually want me to increase marketing... I highly doubt that they are trying to make a fortune, and then take the opportunity to cash out!"

"It's okay for medicines or something. It should be the planting mansion that really made the market value of Tianjing Biological. In 90 years, your father didn't invest in a batch of construction, right? It was built the year before? Some people laughed at that time Talking about the eggs, but now "Tianjing Planting" has accounted for more than 20% of Xiacheng's food supply, and it may increase by more than 10 points in the future. Xiacheng's current dietary structure has changed panic, and the ratio of meat, egg and milk has dropped sharply. Grain has become a big head, and now there is no hard currency harder than this-of course, this is just a short-term change in a special period and a special environment, flying windfall in the face, saying that there is no, fools will not cash out!"

In other words, the world is severely divided.

The news of the out-of-control distorted infection in Harbin and Xicheng has completely different effects in major cities around the world. The conservative cultural circles in East Asia are basically fearful, while waves of carnivals have been set off in places such as the New World and Old Europe. The social problems caused are also completely different.

In addition to speaking, Zhugan also leaked relevant information links to the group. From the financial news seven or eight years ago, to the recent market analysis, he clarified the cause and effect, and let Xie Junping in the game. stunned.

"It turns out that my old man is such a good B. He has foreseen the situation today?"

"Well, I really want to give it this way, but to be honest, Boss Xie made this decision, I am afraid that he saw the'Deep Blue Platform' turned out at the beginning, accompanied by the mother energy, and the increasingly mature micro-fusion Pile technology...I use this project to hoard relevant minerals and make technical reserves."

Zhugan began to publish relevant information again: "Whether the Yuanmother energy cartridge of the Deep Blue platform or the normal temperature superconducting ghost mine necessary for the micro fusion reactor, they are the unique products of Deep Blue World, and they are standard strategic materials. That is the early 90s. After letting go for a short while, let everyone have some sweetness, and let Boss Xie catch it. From this point of view, it is not bad to say that he has the foresight."

There were two paper-cuts in the carriage: "So, Erping's family is going to make a lot of money this time!"

Zhugan nodded and shook his head: "It's not that simple. The Tianjing Consortium can successfully carry out strategic material reserves, although it is starting from a basic public welfare project such as the'planting building'. The angle is excellent, and there will be military and political support. The interest entanglement here is very complicated..."

Regarding the children behind, I didn't say much about bamboo poles and paper cutting.

At this time, Zhugan’s family car finally found a relatively unobstructed route, starting from the mid-air traffic layer between the high-rise buildings to the bottom recycling layer.

The more you move towards the recycling layer, the narrower the road, and the less traffic flow. A considerable part of it is still clumsy public transportation vehicles. The lights on both sides of the road seem to have dimmed, but the strong light of the modified motorcycle headlights is interspersed and wiped on the road from time to time, roaring, reflecting a different urban style.

In the group of friends, Xie Junping was completely disinterested in the board of directors, so he started a chat with Xue Lei, and soon focused on the level of practice, and the discussion was in full swing.

Bamboo poles and paper-cutting occasionally cut in, but they are not idle.

The car had entered the forest wall area, and proceeded unhurriedly along the old-style highway that leads directly outside the city.

Zhugan suddenly found the problem: "In the past few days, the number of people talking in the group has decreased? Booming Rock and Cat's Eye were hired by the military to clear the deformed nest...Where is Yingying's broken mouth?"

"Study." Paper-cutting left a message in the group while responding, "Look for me to learn from each other, and send me study notes to Nanzi every day. I have never seen her so active when I was with His Majesty Wu Huang."

"Oh, yes, it's learning super configuration."

"Accurately speaking, it is the configuration and the super configuration. That's right, the knowledge here is much more interesting than her straight-forward'White Rainbow', not to mention the godson in the middle."

Zhugan smiled at the words full of "personal prejudice".

After driving on the old-style highway for ten minutes, the Orphanage is also in sight. At this time, the in-vehicle brain uttered:

"The congested road ahead..."

Zhugan frowned, suddenly stepped on the brakes, turned off the headlights, and stopped by the road.

"What's going on... Oh, parade!" The paper cut also saw the abnormal situation ahead.

A large number of car lights, colored lights, and smoke radiate chaotic light, smearing the dark areas with disorderly colors. Through the car window, there was a loud noise rolling over, and the roar of the old engine could be heard from far away.

"Hmm, look in this direction, it's..."

"It's the convoy in the Sanzha District! I saw Grandpa Shi's big pickup!" Zhai Weiwu in the back row had sharp eyes, and he could immediately distinguish the most conspicuous element in the parade ahead.

He tried to probe out of the child seat and wanted to unlock the safety lock, but he was scolded by the paper cutting:

"Stay honestly!"

While talking, the low-speed convoy slowly pressed over, and the bamboo poles pressed the window, the seemingly tidy, wave of human slogans, which pushed the air and approached them.

"We want to... inventory!"

"We want... a list!"

"Let go of the source of information!"

"Break the SCA!"

Bamboo poles watched the parade from the window, and used six ears to film secretly, and synchronized the video to the group: "The vagrant settlement in Sanzha District has moved. The organization is simple and rough, the slogan is not strong enough, and the possibility of spontaneity is mostly... ?"

The paper-cut made a sound, and suddenly slapped the thigh: "Oh, this is for SCA and social welfare institutions. The orphanage is in front!"