Chapter 457: Lord Beilan asks for a monthly ticket)
Upper area of Paradise Island.
A luxurious villa located on a cliff is brightly lit at the moment.
What? During the day.
That's right, not only during the day, but also at noon.
The lighting in the mansion is no worse than the sunshine outside.
Paradise Island is no more pitiful than those other islands, with a smaller green area.
So much so that when the sun shines down right now, it's like it's almost as if it's roasting people.
At this time, turning on all the lights is a waste of money.
But otherwise, how can it set off the wealth and status of Mr. Bei Lan, the director of foreign trade of Paradise Island?
The smooth marble floor is cool to the touch.
The beautifully dressed maid carefully put a peeled grape into Bei Lan's mouth.
If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that the maid's makeup is charming, but some parts of her body are different from ordinary people. For example, the woman's ears are very pointed, and a layer of fine scales can be faintly seen under the skin.
Through the almost transparent clothes, one can even see the psychic totems on their bodies.
But at this moment, the totem has been penetrated by a black scar and completely destroyed.
This is a characteristic of the alien race.
There is more than one such alien race.
I saw another maid using her soft, boneless hands to put Beilan's smelly feet on her chest to massage him.
The exquisite agate cup was filled with the aroma of ice-cold wine, and was introduced into his throat under the careful care of the maid. The cold and refreshing taste immediately swept away the hot and boring emotions in his heart.
"The depravity of the capitalists!"
After finishing the glass, Bei Lan lay happily on the sofa, facing the incomparable sea view, feeling filled with melancholy in his heart.
From this angle, you can still vaguely see the burned-down manor down the mountain, which has not yet been repaired.
"Hmm... so small, so broken, rubbish..."
The more Belan looked at it, the more he felt that the house he was so proud of at the time was just like a garbage dump.
Fortunately, during the fire, I cried to the point of fainting several times. Thinking about it now, I feel ashamed. Fortunately, no one noticed him at the time. Otherwise, if the news spread, my reputation would be greatly damaged.
But in his heart, he was also sincerely grateful for the fire.
If I hadn't burned all my savings and property in a fire, I probably wouldn't have such a good life as I do today.
Of course I want to thank you, and the person I should be grateful to is right next to me, my godfather who has given me the gift of reincarnation.
Bei Lan carefully looked at the middle-aged man on the chair next to him who was reading a newspaper.
He swallowed and asked carefully: "Godfather, do you want us to take the initiative to find Ka... Ka..."
Halfway through the words, Bei Lan got stuck. The name was too unfamiliar to him.
"Kajfur!"
The middle-aged man looked intently at the newspaper in his hand. He was wearing rough linen clothes and shorts, which were full of oil stains.
I don't know how many days I haven't washed it, and I still have a strong smell of sweat and irritation.
On those rough palms, there was a jade thumb ring that was extremely inconsistent with the middle-aged man's identity and appearance.
The jade finger ring is pure and smooth, and it looks like it is not ordinary at first glance. But wearing it on a hand with dirt even under its fingernails makes it even more dazzling and makes people feel uncomfortable.
But the middle-aged man was completely unaware of this. His eyes scanned the contents of the newspaper. The news above was already from three days ago.
But to the people of Paradise Island, it is no less than a bombshell.
The news that the Alliance has developed a harmless psychic potion has spread.
Two powerful men of the disaster spirit level appeared at once, and there will be more and more in the future.
I believe that at this moment, both the indigenous people and the vicious pirates on Paradise Island will begin to murmur in their hearts.
Harmless psychic energy is also found on the sea.
But the problem is, it’s too scattered, how much can they absorb?
Even if you soak in the sea all day, you probably won't absorb it as much as the sharks in the sea.
There are also those big black balls, and there are quite a lot of them.
But the problem is, they don't have the technical means to collect psychic energy from around the big black ball.
At this time, after receiving the news that the alliance has begun to collect harmless psychic energy and has even trained two powerful disaster spirits, who can still sit still.
In the future, there will be more and more disaster spirits. How can they continue to roam the sea?
How can you kill people, set fires, and do all kinds of evil?
Just imagine yourself rushing over with people carrying big swords and guns, with a murderous look on your face, and looking at the five or six disaster spirits above.
Haha... I'd rather spank you. Wouldn't it be more pleasurable to wipe your own neck?
Of course, this picture must be exaggerated, but this cannot hinder the rich imagination of everyone on the island.
For a time, everyone on Paradise Island, whether it was a bar or a bar, had a sad look on their face and sighed.
After being reminded by his godfather, Bei Lan finally remembered the name.
"Yes, yes, Cajfur, damn, his name is really long and smelly."
As he spoke, Bei Lan's eyes twitched: "You mean to cooperate with him, he will provide the technology, and we will provide the resources!"
Wangcai nodded: "I believe that if you can handle this matter well, it will only be a matter of time before you become the island owner's confidant."
Mentioning this matter, the little flame in Bei Lan's heart could hardly be restrained, and his eyes suddenly became hot.
The small fire in his eyes was as hot as a berserker.
"Don't worry, godfather, I will definitely handle this matter well and I will never let you down, godfather."
Wangcai nodded, he was extremely familiar with the little flame in Beilan's eyes, and even understood it deeply.
He can understand how that kind of imprinted ** can make people twist and go crazy.
After all, a man's vagina will never disappear without a trace just because he has no tools.
On the contrary, as time accumulates, the inner mind will become more distorted, and it will increasingly need external forces to satisfy it.
And power and wealth will undoubtedly become the best outlet.
Just like Beran at this moment, the maid in front of him, this gorgeous villa, and the abundant wealth, everything made him crazy.
"I'm leaving. I'll leave this boy to you. Treat him well. The entertainment is over..."
Wangcai made a gesture with his palm on his throat.
As soon as I heard that my godfather was leaving.
Beilan's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he immediately threw himself next to Wangcai's chair, sobbing and saying:
"Don't worry, godfather, it's just that I'm not with you anymore. You should pay more attention to your health and don't overwork yourself. I just wish I could always be by your side. Even if I just share a few tasks with you, it's better than having you working hard day and night."
The filial piety moved people to tears, and even the maids around them felt nauseous.
But it has to be said that in terms of flattering others, Bei Lan can beat Wang Wen by several blocks.
It’s not that Wangcai really doesn’t know how to do it, it’s that he is not the real Eunuch Wei after all.
I just said some touching flattery, but there was no response.
Bei Lan looked up and saw the middle-aged pirate sitting on the chair looking at him blankly.
His confused eyes seemed to be thinking about the three major philosophies of life.
"Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going?"
When Bei Lan took a look, he saw that the jade ring on the pirate's finger was quietly disappearing until it disappeared.
Seeing this, the enthusiasm on his cheeks immediately faded away. He stood up and clapped his hands with a smile while the pirate was still confused.
I saw these foreign maids surrounding me enthusiastically, surrounding the pirate in a field of cattails.
He was just an ordinary little pirate who made a living by stealing. How could he maintain himself in such a beautiful place? He was instantly lost in it.
Bei Lan lay sideways on the chaise longue, admiring the scene in front of him intently.
It wasn't until early the next morning that this poor middle-aged pirate was found in a smelly ditch in the lower area.
The smelly corpse actually had a weird smile on its face, as if it had enjoyed the ultimate happiness on earth before death.