At eight o'clock in the evening, Xu Ji ended the video call with Professor Chen Ang.
He raised his chin slightly.
I have to say that Professor Chen Ang’s imagination is very big!
"Why didn't I think of that!"
"Is it because you don't read enough novels?"
“Still haven’t played Genshin Impact?”
Xu Ji reflected on himself!
"The highest technology that humans have developed so far are two skills that humans have mastered in ancient times..."
"Boil the water and throw the stones!"
"Even nuclear fusion in fantasy is essentially boiling water!"
"The gravity slingshot in science fiction novels is just throwing rocks!"
“These two technologies, in a nutshell, are energy storage and energy storage!”
He recalled the professor's introduction.
"According to the setting in your book, everyone has become immortal, has gods, and can turn decay into magic..."
"Why not follow this route?"
"Many technologies that are impossible to achieve in reality should be completely unobstructed in the world of immortal cultivation!"
"I suggest you study it carefully and consider it!"
Xu Ji licked his lips and said leisurely: "Yes... I should go and investigate the current technological level of China!"
"Also study the technical limits of what China can do at present!"
"Use the power of the whole country to create a spectacle first!"
energy!
It is the shackles and limitations of Blue Star’s technological development!
The abilities currently available to humans on Blue Star are chemical energy, solar energy and biological energy.
However, in the world of mythology, there is spiritual energy everywhere.
Especially on Fairy Mountain, the spiritual energy is abundant and almost endless!
The mythical world itself also has formations to gather spiritual energy and extract spiritual energy.
But, before, everyone only thought about using spiritual energy to practice.
Pursue immortality and pursue your own greatness.
But almost no one imagines that these forces can be concentrated and used to change the world and benefit the people!
Even Xu Ji fell into thinking inertia for a while.
Now being awakened by Professor Chen Ang, Xu Jicai suddenly discovered that it could still be like this!
To store energy, to store energy.
Boil water and throw stones!
China fully possesses such conditions!
Forty thousand golden elixirs equals forty thousand engineers!
"I want to think about it carefully, and then go to the mythical world to investigate and research and determine the route!"
…
Siem Reap is considered a city in Khmer.
However, with a population of less than 100,000, it can only be regarded as a town in the Central Plains.
In fact, this is also true.
Outside the city center, there are slums.
Due to the limitations of national power, public security in these slums is at least non-existent.
Diseases are rampant and demons are rampant.
Many of Siem Reap's lower-class soldiers live in these slums.
Mott's home is just a shed set up on the roadside.
The family of five all depended on Mott's military pay.
Today is Mott's day off.
He left the military camp very early, bought fish and shrimps at the market with money, and walked home with them.
This is a rare thing.
Because military pay is limited, Mott has to support his family in Hukou and save money for the tuition of his almost eight-year-old son.
Therefore, Mott is usually very economical.
Every bill needs to be planned carefully.
He hopes that when his children grow up, they can go to military academies, or even go to Jinling National Defense University or Shimen Infantry Academy in the Central Plains to be gilded!
In that case, you can become an official.
And he’s a high official!
Mott had a friend named Sang Nan who took this path.
His family was as poor as the Mott family when he was young, but he was studious and motivated, and his grades were very good since he was a child.
In addition, his ancestors had some Tang ancestry, so he was appreciated and supported by the elders of the clan.
In the end, he successfully passed the exam and received the admission notice from Shimen Infantry Academy.
After graduating from the Shimen Infantry Academy, he was appointed captain upon returning to China.
Now, he is a major.
When Mort saw him, he had to kneel down and kiss his shoes.
Because Sang Nan is already a noble.
He was recognized by the king and allowed to change his surname from his father's name to that of his ancestors.
Gao Sangnan.
Thinking of this, Mott felt a little envious.
"Buddha bless..."
"Let my son grow up healthy and healthy!"
"Then, like Sang Nan, you will be appreciated by the nobles, go to university, and become a high official!"
Praying in my heart, home is already in front of me.
only……
Something doesn't seem right at home?
Mort immediately became vigilant. He grabbed his gun and looked at the open wooden door at the door of his home and the incandescent lamp in his home that suddenly came on.
Siem Reap energy tension!
Especially as the Khmer currency continues to depreciate, the cost of imported energy increases sharply, and electricity prices continue to rise, many people no longer use electrical appliances.
Because I can’t afford it anymore!
One unit of electricity costs 7,000 Khmer dollars!
His monthly salary and allowance combined are only over 400,000 Khmer dollars.
The currency is still depreciating.
Under normal circumstances, if nothing happens, no one will turn on the electrical appliances at home!
"Don't get into trouble...don't get into trouble..."
Mort prayed in his heart.
The legend of monsters and ghosts emerged in his mind.
He has also seen the tragic plight of families attacked by demons.
He nervously held the pistol, unloaded the bullets from the magazine one by one, and then loaded the special flare for monsters.
Flares are more useful than bullet tubes!
Because most low-level monsters are afraid of burning and bright light.
A signal flare can scare them away!
This is what he learned in the military camp.
After doing these things, Mott nervously walked to the door and looked inside.
He saw a familiar figure sitting in the yard of his house.
Wearing a suit and leather shoes, wearing glasses.
He holds a wad of banknotes in his hand.
Thick red banknotes!
Mote swallowed. He recognized that it was one of the strongest currencies of Khmer: the Chinese dollar.
The red one is its maximum denomination, 100 per piece, which is equivalent to 70,000 Khmer dollars according to the current exchange rate.
However, this is only the official price.
On the black market, 100 Chinese dollars costs at least 100,000 Khmer dollars.
In other words, four 100-dollar bills are Mott's monthly salary.
"Boone..." Mott walked over, clasped his hands towards the man, put his hands between his eyebrows, and saluted: "Three obeisances!"
This person is none other than a famous businessman nearby: Pang Balin.
He has a nickname: Boone, which means uncle.
It is said that I learned it from a Citizen movie.
In short, this 'Boon' has great supernatural powers and has a high prestige in several nearby slums.
"Kemo Yinen!" Pan Balin nodded and said to Mote: "Sit down!"
Mott sat down nervously, put his gun back into its holster, and then asked: "Boone, what are you doing at my house?"
"Here comes your chance to make a fortune!"
Pan Balin pushed the stack of banknotes in front of him to Mott: "Here are 20,000 Chinese yuan!"
"Look at it!"
Mott looked stupidly at the thick banknotes in front of him.
Twenty thousand Chinese yuan?
This is his salary for several years.
"Boone...what do you want from me?" Mort gasped.
"Contact your colleagues for me..."
“The more the merrier!”
"Let them pretend they didn't see anything tonight and tomorrow night, no matter what they see!"
"It's done! Everyone can get 20,000 Chinese yuan!"
"As for you..."
"Dear Kemo Yin!"
"In addition to the 20,000 Chinese yuan, you can also get 20,000!"
"How about it?"
Mort's breathing quickened.
He looked at the banknotes in front of him and asked, "Is that just this?"
"We can get money without leaving the military camp at night?"
"Of course!" Pan Balin smiled: "You still don't believe in my credibility?"
Mott stretched out his hand and grabbed the banknotes in front of him, breathing heavily: "Then it's decided!"
“Besides, I still need to pay a deposit in advance!”
"I have ten soldiers under my command, and I have a good relationship with several other squad leaders!"
"In total, there are about fifty people!"
"I want half a million!"
"Now!"
Pan Balin nodded: "No problem!"
“But I need all of you to sign and agree!”
"You go get it now!"
"Bring it back and you can get your money!"
A deposit of 500,000 yuan, plus the final payment is 1 million yuan!
And what Pan Balin got this time was a knife!
A full million dollars!
This is still a deposit!
A soldier earns 10,000 swords, a lieutenant earns 50,000, and a colonel earns 100,000!
The money had passed through the Holy Roman darknet and was deposited into his account in the form of sacred coins.
The subsequent parts are also guaranteed by Holy Rome!
In other words, he is going to make a fortune this time!
On this night, dozens of people like Pang Balin were active throughout Siem Reap and outside the city.
Each of them is responsible for a group of people.
From the army to the police to the gendarmerie...
With money opening the way, everything will go smoothly!
