Chapter 969 Why can't you eat the candied haws that you can deceive?
"Boss Yan, this batch of foreign objects has arrived, please sign it."
"good."
Ximen Yan moved his fingers, and his special demon power fell on the signature of a file, leaving his name.
Everyone's demonic power is different and cannot be faked. Therefore, in the world of demon painters, demonic power is an ID card. Once it is left behind and forms a special demonic power inscription, it is like a signature. It has legal effect and is recognized by Qintian Prison.
of.
However, this signature is usually only shown to the other party for a look. What is really important is the transfer, that is, the money.
Shanhai Dian sent money directly to the other party. The cash on delivery and signature were actually not too important. At least with the status of a big businessman like Ximen Yan, there was really no need to worry that he would break his promise.
Because at Ximen Yan's level, credit is often more important than profit.
"In this way, the house to be built is almost completed."
The movements of the demon painting masters are very fast. Ximen Yan has been running around a lot in order to build the Buddhist city.
The city's feng shui needs to be checked by a craftsman, and the demon power track needs to be checked by Chen Guizhang. Although Sister Feng has given a blueprint, it requires professionals to understand it. Ximen Yan is just a businessman, so he can only spend money.
Invite people.
Supervising the construction of a plane is really no small project. Even a demon painter will need a lot of effort to complete it.
This is equivalent to transforming a planet. We must pay attention to the environment and ecology inside, protect animals and plants, coordinate aura (demon power), the distribution of people, transportation, and the acquisition of various materials. These are all things Ximen Yan needs
Headache.
In addition, he also went to Ouban's plane and specially invited top-notch carving masters from them. Then according to the requirements of the people of Buddha City, he erected a statue of Baojiaxian in the center of Buddha City.
This was the first request of the people of Fucheng and the first thing Ximen Yan did.
'Woo, woo...'
'You lied to my sister about the candied haws again?'
A boy of about ten years old was holding a crying little girl and looked at little Ximen, who was about the same age as him, with dissatisfaction.
'What do you want to do?'
'Give back the candied haws to my sister.'
'Why?'
'You have the nerve to say that such an adult cheated my four-year-old sister of the candied haws, can you please give me some face?' Xiaojiaxian: 'Hurry up and return it.'
‘No return!’
Xiao Ximen: 'Why should I return the candied haws I got by cheating me with my own skills?'
‘Click.’
The little boy rubbed his fists and became a little angry: 'You still don't want to pay me back?'
'You, what do you want to do? It's illegal to hit someone.'
'Wow!'
In the end, Xiao Ximen did not return the candied haws, but the price was two more dark circles on his face: 'Why are you so overbearing and unreasonable?'
'The law does not help the poor, and the law does not scare the scoundrels.'
Xiaobao Jiaxian took away a few coppers from Xiaoximen, which were the money to compensate his sister Hong Hanyi Tanghalu: 'You naughty kid, he just deserves a beating.'
"Hehe, hehehe..."
Standing on the road, Ximen Yan looked at the sculpture of Bao Jiaxian standing there. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.
'Hong Wuyi, you poor guy, have you seen my savings? Have you seen it? You scumbag, I can make a hundred lifetimes worth of money from you in one day!'
He started from scratch, starting from a penniless orphan, and went out to work alone. He built his own business empire by relying on the words of foresight and God rewards hard work.
'Why are you still working for others? They said you can't get ahead by working part-time, but look at me, I've already become a boss. Big boss, do you understand?'
However, no matter how rich he is, there is one person who always seems to be on top of his head.
‘What? Revolutionize the old soldiers? Pfft, what a stupid profession. Wake up, times have changed. What people need is money. If you have money, do you still need help from the folks?'
He laughed at him again and again, trying to show off his superiority again and again.
But all he got in exchange was silence and ignorance.
'You have money.'
Bao Jiaxian's words back then seem like yesterday: 'But what does this have to do with me?'
Therefore, Ximen Yan was not convinced, so he changed his mind and not only allowed himself to make money, but also allowed more people to make money.
He boosted the economy and helped various realms become rich. He also helped orphans like him so that they could study and grow up healthily.
'Why do you want to go to that kind of place? Aren't you already the deputy minister? You are the next minister, why do you refuse?'
Ximen Yan knew very well that he was greatly influenced by Bao Jiaxian.
Without him, I might not understand so many truths at all. In the end, I can only become a capital monster corrupted by money. When you open your mouth, you will get money, and when you shut up, you will get money.
But Ximen Yan didn't understand that Baojiaxian had clearly reached the pinnacle. He was only half a step away from becoming one of the thirty-six extremely prominent people in Qintian Prison, a truly powerful official.
But just when he was about to become famous, he chose to leave and come to this cold, dirty, violent and chaotic city that no one could look directly at.
'You could have stood in the sky and overlooked all living beings, but what about now?'
Ximen Yan defended him: 'But you were grabbed by your feet by these people and dragged into the quagmire. You will never be able to stand up again in your life, you know?'
'Isn't this bad?'
However, in the face of Ximen Yan's dissatisfaction, Bao Jiaxian was extremely calm: 'I am a Ge Jiu soldier, how can there be such a superior Ge Jiu soldier?'
"How can there be such a superior Ge Jiubing?" Ximen Yan found it funny: "But you are dead."
What does it mean to be a pawnbroker? He starts from a humble beginning, keeps climbing up, and finally stands on a high place. He keeps his head held high all his life, not daring to look back at the poverty, humility and inferiority of the past, and even rejecting them. He becomes better than those who once looked down on him.
It's even more excessive.
But the Gejiu soldiers were different. They chose to come down and jump into the muddy water, hoping to make the dirty sewage clean.
They fought hard, but because the water was too deep, they drowned in the mire.
"So what's the point of what you're doing?" Ximen Yan didn't know whether he should laugh at Bao Jiaxian or feel unworthy of all he had done: "You are obviously so young and talented and can do many things.
, why do you have to fall in such a place?"
Ximen Yan doesn’t understand, really doesn’t understand.
Throughout his life, he was extremely talented in business, but he didn't know how to be a good person. It was Bao Jiaxian's repeated supervision and correction that made him what he is today.
Ximen Yan was actually very grateful to Bao Jiaxian, but now, he is dead.
The enemy he had fought with since childhood, his only true friend, the only idol in the world who he was unwilling to accept and wanted to find out his bad habits, just left and would never come back.