Song Yu stopped drinking, and the wine glass spun around in his hand. It seemed that the plot of Yongxi State was more complicated than he imagined. And the state leader Zhou Qinian mentioned, he had never
Never seen it.
The first player did not play very carefully, which is why the second player was so blinded.
After sorting out the information delivered by Zhou Qinian, Song Yu asked again: "If you want to activate the formation, what price will you need to pay?"
"Depending on the cultivation level of the person who activates the formation, he or she will have to rest for a while. If I have a cultivation level like mine, it will take about three months to cultivate."
Song Yu was quite excited after hearing this: "What if it's me?"
This determines whether Song Yu will regard himself as a key link in the plot of Yongxi State. This method of changing fate against the will of heaven is still very satisfying.
Think about it, Yongxi Prefecture is in danger, but Song Yu holds the seal and activates the city defense formation in the blood-stained world to kill all the strange ghosts... It is simply more impressive than the ending of the first game, when one person slaughtered an entire city.
Zhou Qinian's eyes nearly popped out when he heard this. Although the young master in front of him had a noble status, he was a real loser. He opened his mouth, but in the end he did not give any definite answer: "This formation is extremely benevolent and righteous to people.
There will be no danger to life."
A loser like Song Yu might just lie down for the rest of his life.
The more Song Yu listened, the more excited he became. This formation was very cost-effective. Compared with its huge power, the price paid was almost negligible. If he could get his hands on it, even if he couldn't activate a similar formation himself, the big deal would be
Instructing Du Anchen to use it once or twice was regarded as punishment for neglecting her employer.
Song Yu subconsciously wiped the non-existent saliva from the corner of his mouth, and asked again: "Wouldn't it be better to hire someone with a strong enough cultivation level to activate it every few days, and Yongxi Prefecture will be peaceful and worry-free?"
Zhou Qinian smiled bitterly: "It's not like we haven't thought about this trick before. But every time we use the formation, the training time will become longer, which will be somewhat detrimental to our cultivation."
I understand, it is impossible for someone with such a high level of cultivation to be without a temper. How can he happily enjoy such blessings?
This kind of mentality is the same everywhere, just like in the real world, most of the 996 people are still at the bottom. Let alone the real capitalists, just those with a little money will not let themselves live such a hard life without rest.
, let alone risking your life for money.
"Understood, understood." Song Yu changed the subject, "Then where is the seal of this formation now?"
This is Song Yu's pure curiosity.
Zhou Qinian's attitude suddenly changed. He became more defensive about him and did not answer.
This keyword was not triggered, so Song Yu changed the question: "With such a powerful formation, the Department of Safety will not participate in it? Isn't the Department of Safety in charge of the White Walkers' affairs?"
Zhou Qinian did not answer immediately and looked directly into Song Yu's eyes. The heavy feeling of depression on his body made Song Yu even a little out of breath for a while, and he began to think about whether to take out the jade pendant from the package, although rationally he knew that it was nothing.
use.
Perhaps Song Yu's extraordinary identity played a role. Zhou Qinian finally just smiled suddenly: "Xiannie, let's eat some food. It's been a few days since you came to Yongxi Prefecture. Please forgive me for the poor reception."
With that said, Zhou Qinian put a piece of minced white meat with garlic into Song Yu's bowl. He couldn't eat it. The effect of this small medicine was to relieve the silence.
What a mockery! If Zhou Qinian hadn't been an NPC, Song Yu would have suspected that he did it on purpose.
This conversation made it clear that there was a story behind it, but Song Yu's current identity was not yet known. Or perhaps, Zhou Qinian's favorable impression of Song Yu was not enough to reveal this information.
Song Yu also accepted it as soon as it was good, and then no longer obsessed with the sensitive information, but inquired about some of the most basic conditions of Yongxi Prefecture. Zhou Qinian was also smiling, and he turned back to the Zhou Qinian who knew everything and was a bit dog-legged.
grown ups.
After a few glasses of wine, Zhou Qinian's attitude finally softened. Song Yu raised his eyes again: "By the way, Jie Feng Yan and Qiao Ju Yan merged. Logically speaking, we can't rely on adults to worry about everything. But at the beginning of my life, I
Coming to Yongxi Prefecture, I am not familiar with the place, so I have to ask Mr. Zhou to give me some advice."
"Look at my brain!" Zhou Qinian patted his forehead quite artificially, and then pulled out a name card from his sleeve, "This is the name card I made for my nephew at the housewarming party, why don't you take a look at it?
"
Song Yu was originally unsure whether Sister Fang could handle the cooking and wanted to find some help. Unexpectedly, Zhou Qinian even drew up the guest list.
This famous letter was obviously prepared for Song Yu to read. The content of the letter was extremely detailed. Name, position, characteristics, hobbies, taboos, and even the areas in which they would gain some convenience after making acquaintance were all written in regular and exquisite lowercase letters.
It was a small post with densely packed words. Song Yu was a modern person and was not used to this kind of vertical writing from right to left. After reading it for a while, he felt dizzy and had to close the post with a smile:
"Master Zhou is really thoughtful. I'll go back and take a look."
"Does my nephew have anyone who can handle the banquet? Why don't I lend you a few slaves..."
"That's the best. Just hire according to the market price. Don't refuse, otherwise I won't be able to use it." Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled helplessly and said: "The people on this post are either rich or noble. I
I am really afraid that I will make a mistake. It seems that half of the officials in Yongxi Prefecture are coming with their families."
He paused as he spoke and said tentatively: "But I don't know what the state leader would think if we have such a big battle?"
Those in power must be very taboo about their subordinates forming gangs for personal gain. Although Song Yu was confident in his background, he would not do stupid things if he was faced with a local gangster.
"I think the state leader won't mind coming." Zhou Qinian said cheerfully: "The first person on the list to be invited is the state leader."
"Oh?" Song Yu's eyes lit up. He really wanted to pay a visit to the state leader, and was even more curious about the formation mechanism mentioned by Zhou Qinian.
This meal was a feast for both the guest and the host.
After bidding farewell to the satisfied Zhou Qinian, Song Yu handed the famous post to Sister Fang and asked her to look at the dishes arranged for these guests. There would be a chef in the house to help. Unexpectedly, Sister Fang screamed in fright when she saw the post.
A woman's face turned pale: "Sir, I can't handle this kind of thing."
"Is it that exaggerated?" Song Yu was a little confused. There are already people helping. Sister Fang can cook a table of good dishes, so there shouldn't be any difficulties?
This is what a modern otaku who has never attended any large banquets thinks.
This scene happened to be seen by Ren Wan, who had returned from the unsuccessful search for Nanshi. She took the post and glanced at it, and then looked at Song Yu with a slightly different look. Song Yu was a little confused: "What's wrong? Ren
girl?"
Ren Wan seemed to realize his gaffe and thought for a moment: "I didn't expect you to move so soon. Sister Fang really can't handle this kind of thing. If you don't mind, I will help you move and make arrangements for you.
Think of it as repaying you for taking care of me these past two days."
I didn't expect Miss Ren to be so polite! Song Yu originally didn't want to manipulate Jie Nanshi's Xiao Qingmei, but seeing Sister Fang grabbing Ren Wan's sleeve as if grabbing a savior, he thought that he really couldn't handle this matter, so he hurriedly took advantage of the situation.
After standing down, he said seriously: "Then it will be hard work."
Ren Wan smiled and pulled Sister Fang away.
Song Yu’s life fell into an extremely boring cycle——
Every day, I set off from Guixiang Tower to go to work in the Department of Safety; I collect files and get familiar with the work of the judge; I ask the guards if there are any new ghosts and get no answer; I ask the guards if they have found the little beggar that day, and they get indeed how many
When I heard the news that a little beggar had been "invited" back, I immediately ran to recognize him and found out that it was not him; I got off work; I went to Baxiang Pavilion to treat Yuanfang to a drunken duck and listen to the young lady singing; I went back to Guixiang Pavilion to rest.
Luxury! Corruption! The coveted leisurely life!
But Song Yu couldn't stand it any longer. He was really fed up with these days when he failed to receive positive feedback for any of his actions!
There is no level, no level, skills, and skill locks. What has he obtained? A regular schedule that he has never obtained in the real world? What is the use of this in "Meeting the Gods"?
Especially when everyone around him is very busy and very productive. Song Yu's existence becomes more and more abrupt.
For example, in the Department of Safety, everyone performs their own duties. Song Yu, the judge who was temporarily inserted into the department, has not yet received any cases in the strict sense, and is just investigating the disappearance of the White Walkers.
However, Song Yu could not do the big data work of analyzing the size and time of the next beast wave based on the past situation, and organizing corresponding defenses, and his eyes were darkened.
The matter of the alien ghosts was still in the investigation stage, with no progress. Song Yu could only use Zhou Qinian's name to ask the guards to expand the search area again and again, and then wait for the results.
Everyone here in Guixiang Tower is also busy. Ever since Ren Wan and Sister Fang received the notice to prepare for the house banquet, they summoned Xu Zhou and A Han who had been playing for a few days.
If Du Anchen and Yun Lang hadn't been seen all day long, they probably wouldn't have been able to escape the fate of being raped.
Only then did Song Yu realize that Qiao Ju's banquet was really more than just a meal.
What kind of reception specifications should be used for dinner, how to arrange seats, and the return gifts of several guests...
"Fortunately, this post is written in detail, and the servant sent by Mr. Zhou is also sensible. Otherwise, the banquet is so hasty, I'm afraid I really can't do it well." Ren Wan's voice was soft and slow. But this time
At that time, in Song Yu's mind, she was no longer an ordinary pretty girl. With her level of ability, in the real world, she would be a senior secretary, the kind who could go to the negotiating table.
Even the way Sister Fang looked at Ren Wan changed from the soft look she used to look at her little sister to one of respect.
As for Song Yu, who doesn't know anything... just spread the money. Isn't that just throwing away money? He has plenty of money.
Having money makes it easy to do things, and with Ren Wan's knowledge and skills, although the preparations for the banquet were in a hurry, the preparations for the banquet were also progressing in an orderly manner.
Song Yu, on the other hand, could only continue to go to Baxiang Pavilion with tears in his eyes to listen to the young lady singing.
He has become a familiar face in Baxiang Pavilion. This is not only because of his frequent appearance, but also because after the waiter spread Song Yu’s words, whenever Song Yu came to Baxiang Pavilion, beggars and homeless people would stab him.
Entering Baxiang Pavilion, a high-end shopping place that they have only been able to watch from afar.
As a result, an outrageous rumor began to spread in the streets of Yongxi Prefecture at some point——
A local street beggar gang was established. The gang leader was a young man who always went to Baxiang Pavilion. The young gang leader had a lot of money, but he always ate sweet rice. The bird on his shoulder was very vicious and could kill an entire beggar gang every time.
A drunken duck...
When Song Yu first heard the news, his jaw almost dropped. He also realized that his appearance brought an unusual temperament to the Baxiang Pavilion, which was supposed to be a quiet, quiet and elegant place. But this
Well...Song Yu doesn't care.
He only cares about, where have all the White Walkers gone? Why hasn't the little beggar been found yet?