Chapter eight hundred and forty second eye-opening
When Yan Yu heard this, he was immediately shocked!
It is not difficult to understand the meaning of Lin Xi's words.
They returned home with treasure scrolls in hand, but as two sinners with "bad records", why should they be trusted?
If you hand over the treasure scroll directly, I'm afraid you will only be charged with a bigger crime in the end and suffer more fierce backlash.
There was a man from the train rushing to take possession of this great achievement.
Where can they find their turn?
The only way is to build momentum first and create a global sensation, and then fight bloody battles all the way back to the country.
Only in this way can we directly seize the opportunity and make this credit unbreakable.
"What you think is good, but can we... make it happen?" Yan Yu couldn't help but asked worriedly.
Lin Xi said: "Believe me!"
With Lin Xi's ability, of course he can do it.
Even if the news is exposed.
But he brought the treasure scroll back unscathed, so there was no problem.
However, when acting in a full-scale performance, you have to be more or less embarrassed and make some big noises.
Otherwise, how can it be convincing?
After Lin Xi's repeated promises and showing some muscles, Yan Yu was finally convinced.
In addition to believing in Lin Xi.
Also because he has a heart to go home.
People who are at home always want to leave and see a wider world.
Those who leave home are always looking for the way home, and they only want to sleep soundly in their hometown in the afternoon in the most boring time.
Just like many young people working hard in big cities.
No matter how many times they say it, I want to occupy a place in this city.
But deep down in my heart, the most stable home will always be that small town in the warm sunshine.
The outside world cannot accommodate the soul, and the aging of the hometown cannot accommodate the physical body. This is the key to young people's confusion.
There is a high city wall between the wealthy area and the civilian area.
If you want to cross this wall, you don't need a ticket on the surface, or any superficial pass.
All it requires is a pair of clean, bright leather shoes with a fancy texture, and a neat, close-fitting and valuable suit.
As long as they are put on, even a monkey can pass across the bridge majestically and enter the world of the rich.
But without them, no matter how noble your soul is, you will only be blocked by those dark-faced soldiers pointing guns at you.
The soldiers also came from civilian backgrounds.
But they look down on civilians like themselves the most.
Because they are the watchdogs of the rich, dreaming of joining them one day.
Of course Yan Yu could easily walk to a wealthy area.
Not only because he has leather shoes and a suit, but also because he is a foreigner.
In the generally poor country of Aare, foreigners themselves represent wealth and status.
Even in fact, there are many foreigners who are fugitives from their own countries, or ruffians, hooligans, and scoundrels who cannot survive in the country.
Carrying his last belongings in his arms, Yan Yu took steady steps and walked into a palace with blue and white as the main colors.
The design of the palace has both classical charm and modern luxury.
If you haven't experienced it personally, it would be hard to believe that it would be such a place.
Yan Yu walked into an exhibition hall skillfully.
In the exhibition hall, the lights are dim.
There are dozens of sofas scattered around.
The middlemost position.
An elegant lady, wearing black gauze gloves, a mysterious black scarf and a small top hat, wearing thigh-high black stockings, and hot red high heels, is playing the piano.
The beautiful sound of the piano came, but only a few people listened.
Because they are looking greedily at the areas on women's bodies that have not been decorated with clothing.
This lady... this musician who is worthy of being in the halls of celebrities, decorates herself with luxury in places that should not be particularly solemn, but openly exposes herself in places that must be covered up.
On the sofa in the dark, someone began to bid.
Their final winner can have a sumptuous dinner...with this lady.
The lady was soon taken away by an old man over fifty years old.
Older people always like slower music rhythm.
For activities that are too intense, I have lost the passion like young people.
Next, there is a group of dancers.
Then, there are the acrobats.
There are boys, girls and underage children.
Here, there are no moral constraints and no hypocrites.
Everyone's purpose is extremely clear.
Those 'performers' are not ashamed of their actions.
They study hard and trade their freedom for the next ten years or more in exchange for a skill.
The reason is to come to this luxurious palace and become a member here.
Even here, existing as a humble commodity is far better than being in a civilian area separated by a wall, surrounded by sewage, rats, dirty food, and desperate and numb people.
Yan Yu waited patiently.
Until the good show begins.
Sure enough, the finale was a group of saints liberated from the temple.
Different from ordinary girls.
The figures of these saints have an indescribable 'exaggeration'.
It’s hard to believe that such arc ups and downs will actually appear in reality.
Although in China, we often see similar figures in online pictures.
But Yan Yu was very sure that those pictures were most likely fake and had been carefully polished and modified.
But now, he saw the reality.
Then, the girls started performing.
They spread out their skirts and sat on the snow-white sand.
Then sit in meditation as if in meditation.
In the soothing music, they are sacred and solemn, just like the statues in the temple.
When the last beat of the music fades away.
They stood up slowly one by one.
The next moment, shouts of exclamation came from the entire space.
The fine sand spread on the ground has almost disappeared.
It's like magic, it's as good as new.
Yan Yu was also shocked and subconsciously covered his lower back.
He felt that he might not survive today before he started his plan.
"This is not a saint, but a witch from purgatory!" an old man said in unfamiliar Aare language.
Yan Yu turned around and recognized the old man.
He is a shareholder of a mining company and a native of Xuelin.
"No! Mr. Nader! The saints do not use their own happiness as a spiritual practice. They make the dying old people feel the ultimate happiness. They were all planted with divine locks by the monks at a very young age.
.After connecting with them, there are a few key points that will be firmly locked. Unless you give an order, they will not let go." Next to him was the old gentleman's assistant, an Aleguo.
The locals were giving him a detailed explanation.
"It's... so amazing, I can't help but want to open my eyes!" said the old man named Nader.
This old man was not the only one who had similar feelings.
There are more people.
Even Yan Yu, who had other agendas, was no exception at this time.