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Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Money Fans

After this incident, the gloom that had gathered between Azi's brows obviously dissipated.

She looked like she was "thinking about it" that anyone could see.

It attracted the imagination of her disciples and grandchildren.

"What are you doing out here, little master?"

"Why was I so depressed before I went out? I figured it out after I came back."

Next, Azi kept sticking to Lin Xiaomeng's side and asking questions.

She is full of curiosity and admiration for Lin Xiaomeng.

Lin Xiaomeng's status in her heart surpassed that of Lu Yu in less than a day.

Look at Lu Yu’s black question mark.

He sent a message to Cheng Yi.

"What do you think the friendship between girls is about?"

Cheng Yi was puzzled and even used his imagination wantonly.

"Lu Yu! Lu Yu, what's wrong with you! Why did you suddenly ask such a question!"

Cheng Yi made three exclamation points in succession, which shocked him to the point of panic.

Lu Yu sent a sweaty soybean emoji.

"I'm just asking."

Cheng Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "It scared me to death. I thought you were going to try to become sisters with a girl. I thought you were going to put on women's clothes and become a little girl."

"?" Lu Yu began to be curious about Cheng Yi's brain circuit.

"This problem can be solved. Now I want to know more about how to get along with patients."

Cheng Yi: "Who is the patient?"

Lu Yu did not answer and decisively closed the chat.

After a peaceful day, there seemed to be no sign of the Titan monster attacking again.

The city in the third district is still so prosperous with people coming and going.

The refugees in District 4 seemed to have forgotten that they were still struggling between life and death last night.

Some people have even been shopping in the third district for a while, spending a comfortable day relying on their ability to make money.

However, it's not like they have been staying in the third area for a while.

On the other hand, some people have their ancestral home in the Third District and even have the idea of ​​staying here.

And these people, now they have entered the city from the town, have seen the prosperity, and don't want to leave at all.

What's more troublesome is their identity.

It is said that the person in charge of the third area is strict. They took advantage of the chaos and entered the area without any legitimate reason to stay in the third area.

I'm afraid the steward will wait for the monster's disturbance to subside and then throw him out without mercy.

Therefore, most of them still want to go back.

Moreover, most of them are still separated from their familiar friends and relatives in two places, so how can they feel at ease here.

So they found Lu Yu.

"Lu Yu, can we go home now?"

Lu Yu replied: "I speak more frankly. Your home is now in ruins."

Lu Yu explained the truth without mercy.

They looked at each other.

Old Shang, an old cunning guy, although he is older, his brain is sharper than some of the young people among them.

"But aren't there still you guys?"

The old man looked straight at Lu Yu.

Lu Yu can help them restore their homes.

It just requires a fee, and Lu Yu has no reason to pay for the damage caused by that big guy.

The old man chuckled: "Don't worry, we all know the rules."

The others nodded fiercely along with Mr. Shang.

But there is still a practical problem before them.

Even Lu Yu alone cannot restore the entire fourth area in just one or two days.

In addition, Azusa and the entire team of architects are unlikely.

Explained a little bit.

"It's okay, we can make a living together."

Lu Yu chuckled: "We can deal with you temporarily, but later on, you, a group of fastidious people, may complain about us and think we are taking advantage of the situation."

Most of those who followed Mr. Lu Yushang to the third district were his neighbors.

This group of people are all old aristocrats, and they are the most sophisticated group of people.

If these were Lu Yu's old guys, he would probably take them back to District 4, build a temporary coffin board or dig a hole in the ground, survive for a few days, and then rebuild.

What Lu Yu hates most is complaining and making noises. This group of people will be filled with grievances if they are not allowed to eat at the table.

Lu Yu was really right.

As expected, he spoke very straightforwardly and got to the point.

Only Mr. Shang laughed out loud, while everyone else looked embarrassed.

Lu Yu was right, there were indeed people who could do such a thing.

Thinking about it, I may be a very particular person. What kind of barbarian would I be if I didn’t eat at the table?

"Tell me, little boss Lu, what should we do?"

Lu Yu said: "You can stay in the third district for a while. Aziz will be responsible for counting your requirements for reconstruction, and then we will send people to take charge of each of your homes."

Obviously this was a temporary solution that Lu Yu came up with.

But when they thought about it carefully, they suddenly felt that it was very reasonable.

Let Mr. Shang admire the talent of this young man Lu Yu again.

He stroked his beard and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, okay! That's great!"

It just so happened that some of them had no intention of ending their stay in the Third District.

"If you have any news, we can help you convey it to the people who live in our sixth district."

Then they began to give their messages.

Lu Yu originally gave them a choice between staying in the Knights' base or returning to the hotel.

Most of them chose hotels.

After all, the people of the Knights are not easy for ordinary people to get along with.

Immediately afterwards, they turned back to the hotel where they were staying.

The boss who originally looked sad when he saw them now smiled like a flower when he saw them.

He is the legendary money-sucker, and when he sees these rich people, he immediately starts flattering them.

Moreover, these people in District 4 were more generous than he had ever seen before.

What do the people in the third district say? They probably have the same style as the manager, and everything is within a reasonable range.

It's been a long time since he received such an unreasonable sum of money.

He was even thinking that after seeing off the Gods of Wealth, he planned to go back to his hometown and take a good vacation for himself.

He was also happy to see them coming back.

"Bosses, are you back?"

"What do you mean, didn't you say you were going back to your hometown?"

They replied: "We're afraid we'll have to stay here for a few more days."

"Okay, okay!"

The hotel owner responded repeatedly, but then he felt that he was showing too much love for money.

He coughed twice respectfully.

"Ahem, I mean I welcome all bosses at any time."

"Then it's up to you."

They returned to their room again.

As soon as they checked in again, a man walked into the hotel.

His hand was on a woman's waist.

The hotel owner was making his own calculations in front of the counter. He only knew that someone came in, but he didn't know who that person was.

So he drove him away casually.

"Sorry, the store is full."

"You're so brave, you actually drove me away!"

The other party's attitude was arrogant, but the voice was extremely familiar to the shop owner.

He quickly raised his head.

"Hey, Master McCartney!"?


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