Pretend To Be a Boss Chapter 174

  Chapter 174 The new owner of the Holy Land Fortress

  Holy Land Fortress.

  Thirty years have passed like a day, and the Holy Land Fortress is still peaceful today.

  People were a little curious as to why Master Zhuo He no longer came to inspect the ground floor.

  However, in order to maintain the tranquility of the fortress, Master Zhuo He probably has a lot of things to deal with.

  People praised this great lord in the quiet morning, lazy afternoon, and beautiful night.

  But he didn't know that the sixth floor had undergone earth-shaking changes.

   Yu Xiaozhe, a master counterfeiter, is not only good at falsifying documents.

  He is also a master of false voice, disguise, and makeup.

  This is why Lin Sen chose to work with Yu Xiaozhe.

  The principle is similar to that many college students in ancient times would fantasize about having a roommate who is good at false voice, thin, and knows women's clothing.

  In short, under the cover of Yu Xiaozhe and Lin Sen, everything about the Holy Land Fortress has not been exposed.

  People still only send a very small number of talented people to mine in the public green area of ​​the mining area every day.

   Then after returning to the fortress, a week-long good life without work began.

   After all, in this era, mineral sources can not only maintain the electricity required by the pyramid, but also can be converted into ingredients for various nutritious meals.

  Everyone is looking forward to such a good life can last until the end of life.

  Although there is always a sense of guilt deep in my heart, what can such a sense of guilt change after several years of passing away and a good life?

  At night, people from every household start to take a walk, which is the busiest time on the street.

  As in the past, Mrs. Wu still chatted with her neighbors about some things.

  Lu Chaoan took his son to play basketball, one of the few ball games nowadays, not far away.

  Their life rules are like being pressed on carbon paper, repeating day by day, flat.

  So the moment of panic came, it was so abrupt.

  People in this community will always inadvertently cast their eyes on the place covered by the black curtain.

  Tonight the curtain is gone.

  The huge black curtain was slowly opened like the opening of a big drama.

  The person who first saw this scene rubbed his eyes.

  He is a doctor and has lived in this community for 27 years.

  Never in twenty-seven years had the Doctor seen that curtain drawn at night.

  The fixed thinking first suppressed his astonishment, and in a few seconds of hindsight, those surprises were like a compressed spring that suddenly lost its pressure—

  Suddenly, his eyes widened and he let out a cry of surprise.

  The dark crowd came out from the crack.

  The doctor watched this scene in disbelief.

  The hair of those people is yellow, greasy, and dirty. Their skin is pale, but it seems to be covered with a thick layer of dirt, or it is already covered with sores caused by living in humid areas all year round.

  Like a box that has been sitting in the corner for decades and no one cares about it. When the wind blows, it can blow up a piece of disgusting dust.

  They were dressed in tatters, and even if they were only seen from a distance, they could feel that the materials of those clothes had been mildewed and damaged because they had been in a damp and dark place for many years.

  The pace of these crowds is slow.

  Like refugees coming out of the dark world.

  More and more people saw this scene.

  The residents of the Holy Land Fortress all opened their mouths and stared wide-eyed, watching all this in disbelief.

  Thirty years of good life seems to have obliterated their ability to accept new things.

   People who were chatting just a moment ago seem to have lost their souls.

  The crowd kept coming out of the dark portal.

  The number even surpassed a thousand people.

  These returnees have different expressions, bewildered, joyful, surprised, sad and angry.

  They also looked at the others.

  Looking at the astonishment of these people around them, seeing their bright clothes, and feeling the air without any foul smell in the pyramid.

  Some things that should have been forgotten crawled out from the shadows and gaps in memory.

   Until this moment, the residents of the Holy Land Fortress have not fully realized what is going on.

   But after all, someone recognized some of the returnees, and immediately covered their mouths, all kinds of complicated emotions poured out.

  Ms. Wu is one of them. The big event she has been predicting these days has finally come, and she is terrified. When she saw the girl walking in front of the crowd—

  Her legs seemed to lose strength in an instant, and she suddenly sat on the ground, covering her mouth and crying.

  For nearly four years, Lu Lingyi had given up the idea of ​​going back in the second year.

  She swept those who had abandoned herself to the corners of her consciousness like cleaning up the dregs.

  But the moment he walked out of the portal, Suzuki still managed to recall everything.

  When the grandmother who taught her medical skills was submerged in the foul-smelling pool, Suzuki thought that she had lost her last relative in this world.

   It's just that after the eyes fell on Mrs. Wu, they couldn't move away.

  Watching Mrs. Wu cry in pain, it was as if the remorse and guilt of the past few years had taken root and sprouted in an instant.

  Lu Lingyi thought that her heart was absolutely ruthless. She walked up to Mrs. Wu, then looked around, and saw her father who hadn't seen her in the distance, and her brother who was only six years old.

   Suzuki laughed, with sarcasm and self-pity in his smile.

  She looked at Mrs. Wu again, and said calmly:

   "Mom, have you ever thought that one day I will come back?"

   Madam Wu was stunned.

  Just like a dream these days, she saw her daughter's thin body and bright eyes.

   Then I couldn't say a word.

   Suzuki didn't make any irrational moves either.

  It was the same way many years ago. My daughter is always the most sensible one. She is smart, independent, and has a strong learning ability.

  Neighbors are envious of Lu's daughter.

  In comparison, my son is naughty and mischievous, and doesn't like to study. Often cause some trouble.

   But he has talent.

   No one would want to suddenly cut off the relationship after twelve years of cultivating it because of lack of talent.

  This is also an extremely cruel thing for humans.

  So the people in this fortress all have their own methods of testing talent.

  As an elder sister, I will never understand. Obviously, I am more sensible, but why did my father never smile at me after he took me and my younger brother to the mining area that day?

   Later, the mother didn't pay much attention to herself.

   Later, the neighbors also seemed to see some tricks.

  Memory is gray pictures.

  She was sitting in the yard of her home, not far away was her younger brother, and some other children were playing together.

  The innocence smiles that adults show to children. Just myself, sitting alone in the yard.

  It wasn't until the day she was expelled that she finally realized that it wasn't that they didn't play with her.

   It turned out that I was not stupid or ignorant.

   But myself... There is no future at all.

  Lingyi looked at Mrs. Wu.

   During the four years, there were many times when she recalled these things, she would cry silently.

  But today, she didn't shed tears. Her tears had been evaporated by the bright and warm sunshine when Tang Xian led her away from the sinkhole.

  Suzui didn't expect that so many complicated emotions, so much resentment, unwillingness, and grievance would eventually turn into a smile:

   "I came to say goodbye. Mom, thank you for giving birth to me."

  Ms. Wu's whole body trembled, these words were like a knife in her heart.

  The area outside the portal is the fork leading to each block.

  At the intersection, the dark crowd began to disperse.

   Tang Xian, Qing Jiuyu and Tang Feifei came out of the portal last.

   One person, one fox and one dragon stood in front of the portal. After the crowd dispersed, the place seemed a bit empty.

  Qing Jiuyu said:

   "I have returned to Baichuan City as you ordered, brought those portable teleportation cracks back and set the return coordinates. In fact, they can all go back to Baichuan City directly. Why did you let them come here?"

   Tang Jifei didn't understand either. According to what it knew about Tang Xian, it was impossible for Tang Xian to take this group of people to destroy the people in the fortress.

   Tang Xian was rarely serious. He looked at the mother and daughter in the courtyard of the Lu family in the distance, and said:

   "The cause of this fort is not Zhuohe. Zhuohe is just an inducing poison, but the symptoms are not relieved."

   "In fact, everyone in every fort has this disease, but the people in this fort are particularly serious."

   "So you are a doctor of the times now? You want to correct this fortress?" Qing Jiuyu said.

   "No, there is no way to heal the disease of the soul, it can only heal itself. What I do is just out of interest. Moreover, people in the sinkhole should also have the opportunity to take revenge or... say goodbye."

   No matter how many tears the people in the Holy Land Fortress shed, they could not wash away the stench deep in the sinkhole.

  Tang Xian never regarded himself as a saint.

  He is very clear about his position, an ordinary carnivore.

   Nothing else.

   Saviors, heroes, and saints all have their corresponding affiliations in this world.

   But he still wanted to try it once.

  Let these people who have survived in the darkest land, and these people who have exploited them for thirty years in the light land. Try to reconcile once.

  This process must be tragic. Because not everyone can laugh away all the resentment like Suzuki.

   This is like a body that is rotten from head to tail, removing those rotten flesh and blood will bring great pain.

   But after that, the sick body can be reborn.

  The next day, Yu Xiaozhe, Lin Sen, and Tang Xian let everyone in the entire fort know what happened through the authority of the lord.

  For thirty years, what kind of life their abandoned children lived is finally no longer a secret of the Holy Land Fortress.

   Even the news about Zhuo He's death is no longer a secret

  Tang Jifei and Qing Jiuyu don't quite believe that these people will give up enjoying everything they have because of guilt and remorse.

  The fact is true.

  After all the residents of the Holy Land Fort learned what had happened, the people affected by Zhuo He began to protest.

  This world is the world of gifted people, and this era is also the era of gifted people.

   They have been used to being pampered and pampered for thirty years. Isn't every fort like this?

  The most menial manual work should be done by these inferior untalented people.

   Although many people think this kind of rhetoric is too strong, when some people protest, these people do not object.

  Qing Jiuyu finally understood that this is indeed a sickness.

  If the fox clan is like this, she can't imagine that the six-tailed fox bullies the three-tailed fox, and the nine-tailed fox bullies the six-tailed fox.

   Moreover, human beings are obviously a very special group. They are not in the world of beasts most of the time, but in the pyramids. In the pyramids, how big is the difference between human talents and non-talented people?

   More and more people are protesting.

  Yu Xiaozhe and Lin Sen have long been used to all this. Speaking of which, they are not kind.

   "What are you going to do?"

  On the sixth floor, in Zhuo He's former office, Yu Xiaozhe looked at the surveillance screen and said to Tang Xian.

"No way. After all, I brought this group of people just to say goodbye. They are now citizens of my Baichuan City. They will rebuild human civilization in the future. They don't have time to talk about noble blood with a group of parasites." Tang Xian was very pleased calm down.

   "But if this continues, they will come to the sixth floor to riot." Yu Xiaozhe said worriedly.

   "Did you know that in ancient prisons, prisoners often used hunger strikes to protest the warden's injustice? But the prison managers would comply with their demands and directly refuse to provide food." Tang Xian said.

   "I don't know, what's the connection?"

"This is the chip psychology. Turn what the other party thinks is a chip into your own chip. You cut off the power supply of the fortress and tell them as the lord that the mine reserve of the fortress is running out. And these non-talented people will Transfer to another fort."

   "Is this all right?"

   "Yes, this is fine. It is difficult for people to starve to death when they can obtain food."

   Tang Xian paused, and continued:

   "The social system of this fortress is completely sick, what you can do now is to completely disrupt this system.

  When they realize that this closed fortress can only be sent by talented people, and there are no non-talented people to dispatch, they will lower their noble heads and consciously raise their mining hoe.

  The healing of the soul can only rely on self-healing, and human nature is not only bad, you will see a good show. "

   While talking, Tang Xian gave the lord's ring to Yu Xiaozhe.

  Yu Xiaozhe was taken aback for a moment:

   "What the **** is this?"

   "From today onwards, you are the highest authority of the Holy Land Fortress. With him, you will be a dog management."

  Yu Xiaozhe still didn't understand. After taking Tang Xian's ring and putting it on his finger, Yu Xiaozhe was shocked.

"This this…"

   "Calm down, I originally planned to give it to Song Que, but Qing Jiuyu told me that Song Que has been in a coma."

   It took Yu Xiaozhe a long time to calm down from his horror:

   "The technology in this ring...is probably several generations ahead of us?"

   "Maybe so."

   "You want to give it to me? I'm an internationally wanted criminal. Is this... stealing the country?"

  Yu Xiaozhe was once again shocked by Tang Xian's crazy thoughts.

   "You are also an intellectual, can it be called plagiarism for a scholar?"

   Tang Xian didn't think it was wrong. In fact, having a pyramid shelter that was very convenient would also help him in his future affairs.

   "And who would have thought that the lord of the Holy Land Fortress blocked by the Internet is a federal criminal?"

   (Now it is fixed to be updated after 12:00 every night, it seems to be pretty good~ It's cool to have a manuscript)

  (end of this chapter)

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