Hu Huan stretched out his hand and pressed the round table. Although his Tianyan Technique was a second-hand sword, he was still the one who created this method together with the Three Saints of Taiping. There would be no big problem if he slightly modified the "meeting room".
Hu Huan's "meeting room" has a huge round table with twenty high-backed leather chairs, surrounded by tall bookshelves, which is very impressive.
Elizabeth's "meeting room" only had seven dilapidated chairs. Although it was the same style as Hu Huan's "meeting room", it was extremely old.
The one in the best condition, the one made by Elizabeth, had three legs that needed padding, a big hole in the back of the chair, and it was making creaking sounds all the time.
Except for this chair, there was nothing in front of Elizabeth. It was said that the round table passed down from her ancestors had been sold as an antique by a certain uncle a long time ago, and it is unknown where it is now.
So when this round table appeared, this short-haired lady who claimed to be a modern independent woman opened her mouth slightly and made a sound.
Hu Huan's original image was just a dark mess, and it was impossible to tell what was sitting on the chair.
But when Hu Huan adjusted the conference room, Elizabeth saw that in the gloom, sitting upright was a handsome man in his twenties or eighties. He had a face from the ancient East, a pride that was not inferior to that of the European aristocrats, and
A distant and mysterious temperament, and a hint of cynicism.
The original virtual method created by Hu Huan is based on the Xuantian Transformation Technique passed down by his master.
Now he is not only a first-level warrior clan thug, but also a first-level mythical clan magician. It is easy to create a false image.
The image Hu Huan showed to Elizabeth was one of his common images as a veteran of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers and a seven-hundred-year-old monster.
Hu Huan crossed his hands on his chest, smiled softly, and said, "Miss Elizabeth, I can give you a suggestion."
Elizabeth pretended to be calm and asked: "What's your suggestion?"
Hu Huan smiled and said: "Please repair your conference room."
"It now lacks a supporting round table and does not even have the most basic remote trading functions."
"Even if we have some business dealings, do you want to use the human postal system?"
Elizabeth whispered and asked: "Can it still be traded directly?"
Hu Huan nodded and said, "Of course!"
This conference room is a masterpiece of Tianyanshu. A total of twenty sets were made at the beginning, and they were in the hands of thirteen elders, two executive officers, and six soldier commanders.
In addition to Hu Huan, there were six people staying at the round table, indicating that the "meeting room" on hand for the seven of them was well preserved.
The other chairs without people around the round table represent those who held the conference room, who failed to preserve the creation of the celestial art, causing damage to the conference room.
Elizabeth's conference room is also quite damaged, and many of its functions have been lost.
Hu Huan gave a reminder and withdrew Tianyan Shu.
Elizabeth suddenly discovered that the round table in front of her had disappeared, and she could only see that several of the chairs around her were a dark mass. Even the one representing Hu Huan had lost its vitality.
Hu Huan has no interest in trading with Elizabeth, and he doesn't need anything external for the time being.
Even if there is a need, there are still many good things stored in Xiaowo Cave. Hu Huandang has prepared countless supplies for your reincarnation, so you don't have to ask for them.
Hu Huan left the round table and walked to the last row of bookshelves. Xiaowo Cave was filled with huge bookshelves, probably dozens of them, but not all of them were for notes and books.
The last few rows of bookshelves are filled with things that Hu Huan saved in his early years.
For example, the last row contains aged rice wines, including Jiujiang Fengtang Wine, Shaoxing Zhuangyuan Red, Anhui Gunanfeng, Hebi Yuhe Shuanghuang... Each jar has a history of more than 20 years.
Hu Huan casually picked up a jar of Wu Gong old wine, returned to the oak desk, patted open the sealing mud, filled a cup for himself, found a pack of old matches, lit one, and kept it on the table.
Cigar on the table.
At this moment, Hu Huan had the same spirit as before, chatting and laughing in front of countless great demons and true cultivators of all walks of life.
Elizabeth was just an accident, and Hu Huan didn't care much about the opening of the conference room.
Most of the old friends from those days, except Zhou Qiusheng, are no longer here, so this conference room is meaningless.
Just like many people, they are willing to hang out in a certain forum because they have enough acquaintances. Gradually, the acquaintances leave one by one and move to blogs, Weibo, and short video self-media.
No matter how hard you stick to it, you will gradually lose it, and gradually you will even forget the old place where you used to guide the country.
The page I used to open every day quietly turned into a page where I was browsing for young ladies to dance.
After drinking a glass of rice wine and smoking half a cigar, Hu Huan placed the cigar on the ashtray on the table, let it go out by itself, and exited the small snail cave.
Hu Huan slept well all night.
When he woke up in the morning, he smelled the aroma of food, and then there was a sound in the corridor outside.
"Mr. Hu Huan?"
"I am Ling Xiao's aunt. The child had something to do and left in the morning. She asked me to prepare some breakfast and deliver it to you."
Hu Huan was very surprised. He opened the door and saw three dining cars, and Ling Hu standing outside the door with a smile, and was about to be surrounded by classmates. He could only say politely: "It turns out to be my little aunt.
Please come in quickly."
Ling Hu came to deliver breakfast, not because of Ling Xiao's instructions. Ling Xiao had not yet let her little aunt do such a thing. She wanted to get close to this magical young man.
Hu Huan regained his memory and became more unrestrained in his behavior. He was not polite to Ling Hu. He took the food from the dining car and started eating elegantly without losing his dignity.
Ling Hu walked around the room and secretly used the fetish technique seven times.
Although Hu Huan noticed it, he deliberately pretended not to see it. Of course, Ling Hu's fetish technique failed.
Although Ling Hu failed, her smile remained unchanged and she said, "I will be nearby at noon and have reserved a restaurant. I wonder if I can invite Mr. Hu Huan to visit me?"
Hu Huan hesitated for a moment and replied: "I'm not used to eating with strangers, especially strange women."
"For lunch, I have to eat in the cafeteria, sorry."
Hu Huan's rejection surprised Ling Hu. This young man's behavior was completely different from what she knew. She smiled politely and said, "I also invited a few classmates who are familiar with Xiao Xiao."
Hu Huan said without hesitation: "Little aunt, please bring me one."