Now that the leader's problem has been solved, the next step is to choose the world. In the past four years, Ying Zheng has actually visited many worlds. Some were from the Song Dynasty, some were from the Ming Dynasty, some were during the heyday of the dynasty, and some were at the end of the dynasty.
There are really not many worlds where you can get 10 million dan per year, or even more when necessary.
It would be impossible in the last years of the dynasty. At that time, grain was the most valuable thing and could not be sold even for money. Selling grain on a scale of ten million dan was completely impossible unless the court was dead. In this way,
There is no need to go to Double Eagle World.
Compared with the Ming Dynasty, the Song Dynasty was much weaker in developing the south. Suhu Lake was well-known in the world, and the south after full development would be a real grain production base.
Therefore, Ying Zheng set his target on the Ming Dynasty.
However, this is not the end. One million dan or even 10 million dan of food is not a small amount. Even if you have money, even in peaceful times, you must have a large number of people who can take orders from you.
It would be better if there was a big force waiting for you to accept it, or if you could have a big force in a very short time.
After Ying Zheng analyzed it carefully, he made a choice.
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night.
The night is bright tonight, and the moon in the sky is exceptionally round. The white moonlight shines on the ground. When you look back, you can even clearly see your own shadow.
In a certain house, a pot-bellied wealthy man was drinking. There were jars and jars of Shanxi old wine beside him, but in front of him, there was only a wine glass the size of a teacup instead of a big bowl.
Under the moonlight, he didn't even want to light the candle. Facing the moonlight, he slowly opened a gap, put his nose up and smelled it carefully, licked the wine jar, and then closed the wine jar again.
, cover it well.
Then he drank the boiled water in the tea cup, and it looked decent. People who didn't know better thought he was drinking.
This big dog owner's name is Huo Xiu. He looks like an old man, but he doesn't have white hair. Although he is already quite old, he looks like a middle-aged man.
His family is extremely wealthy, but he is reluctant to waste even a penny.
He is a friend of many people on the surface, but secretly he is the owner of Tsing Yi Building. Tsing Yi Building is an extremely large underworld gang, which governs the 108th floor of Tsing Yi. It is said that there are dozens of heroes on each floor.
, the number is close to a thousand.
The entire Tsing Yi Tower is extremely powerful and can be found in almost every corner of the Ming Dynasty. Among the entire world, the only ones more powerful than the Tsing Yi Tower are the Buddhist and Taoist sects and the mysterious Qing Long Society.
What's more important is that Huo Xiu's way of controlling Tsing Yi Tower is extremely special. Even his identity as the boss of Tsing Yi Tower is unknown.
Every time he contacted his subordinates, he used all kinds of weird contact methods and code words that no one else would have thought of. This gave Ying Zheng a chance to take his place.
Tsing Yi Tower is very good, powerful and has many people, but now it will be mine immediately!
Thinking like this, Ying Zheng was in a pretty good mood. The last moment, he was on the big tree thirty feet away. With a slight jump, he crossed the yard and came here, where he saw Huo Xiu who was drinking boiled water.
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"Huo Xiu?"
Hearing this, Huo Xiu also began to observe Ying Zheng. He was a young man with excellent qinggong. He had a dignified appearance and was very good-looking. He was comparable to what he had when he was young.
As for internal strength, he didn't think this young boy could be that strong.
There is a decorative gemstone on the scabbard of the sword at the waist. There are also jade pendants and sachets hanging on the body. Although the clothes on the body cannot be seen from the material, they are obviously made with care. Compared with the ones in Shenzhen Villa,
The clothes are even worse.
You look like this, you are so rich, why are you still in the world?
Obviously, this is another young man who longs for the world and has a good background.
Thinking of this, Huo Xiu looked at Ying Zheng with eyes full of admiration and joy. He seemed to be a silly boy with some background, and he was the perfect candidate to take the blame.
"Hahaha, I am Huo Xiu. Which young hero are you? We are friends when we meet each other. Come on, have a drink first."
Having said this, Huo Xiu took out a jar of unopened old wine and poured a glass for himself and a glass for Ying Zheng.
Looking at the fine wine in the bowl, Ying Zheng remained motionless, showing no desire to drink. At this moment, Huo Xiu became nervous again, his powerful boy's internal energy automatically activated, and he was ready to take action at any time.
Feeling the change in Huo Xiu's momentum, Ying Zheng nodded: "Yes, the boy's skill you have practiced hard for decades is indeed extraordinary."
Boy Kung Fu is a martial art with a great reputation, but its status is really embarrassing. Taoism has Tong Zi Kung, and Buddhism also has Tong Zi Kung. And the effects are similar. They all have the best effect of maintaining the body of a boy. The longer the practice time, the better the effect.
But you can't break the martial arts, that is, you can't get close to women. This is very embarrassing. Why do those martial arts heroes practice martial arts?
Some people are just showing off!
But more people do it for beauty, money, fame, fine wine, and all kinds of desires.
And beauty can also be ranked among the top three among countless desires. If you work hard to practice the boy's skill and never lose it in your life, doesn't it mean that you don't even have a son?
If you don’t have a son to inherit your wealth, and you can’t enjoy beauty while you’re alive, then what do you want to do with all your hard work? Ah? What do you want to do?
"As a remnant of a small country, you built the Qingyi Tower from scratch, with tens of thousands of heroes under your command at your disposal. There is no shortage of beauties and money, but you have practiced the martial arts of Tong Zi Kung. You are so strong
With your toughness, even if you don't practice martial arts and go to school, you can definitely become a high official."
Hearing this, Huo Xiu couldn't bear it any longer. At this moment, he gave up all pretense, and his inner energy, which was pure to the extreme, was activated instantly.
This blow was like a groundbreaking blow, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Under the vibration of the inner energy, the sound of rushing water was made.
Such a young and handsome boy is about to die for meddling in his own business. Isn't it a good thing to live?
However, just when Huo Xiu's momentum increased, he was like a popped balloon, deflating with a single touch.
As soon as I took a step forward, I was thrown into the mud and fell to the ground with a plop, face first.
Huo Xiu's eyes were wide open at this moment. He didn't understand when he was poisoned. He also didn't know when poison appeared in the world that even he couldn't handle.
He has accumulated the Pure Yang Boy Kung Fu for decades and is the nemesis of more than 99% of the poisons in the world. How could he fall prey to it unknowingly?
The moment Huo Xiu fell, dozens of 'leaves' fell from the big tree, and various darts and hidden weapons also followed.
These dozens of men in black were all Huo Xiu's personal bodyguards, the elite of Qingyi Tower, but Ying Zheng didn't care at all.
The only one who could cause harm to him, Huo Xiu, was already lying down. The rest were just chickens and dogs.
Lifting his head, Ying Zheng was so angry that his Dantian suddenly roared: Yin!
With just one voice, they all fainted and lay on the ground, even Huo Xiu was no exception.
After a long time, Huo Xiu opened his eyes again, but his body was empty. He could not mobilize even a trace of true energy. His whole body felt weak, and his arms and thighs were sore. All around him were his subordinates, who were all in a coma.
Looking up, Huo Xiu saw Ying Zheng again.
Fucked!
This time I really failed!
After being in the world for so many years and defeating countless opponents, I finally fell into the hands of a young man. This world is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.