After the meeting, Qingyi left Brian and Diesel behind.

"Diesel, get that thing out."

"What are you talking about? ......" Diesel was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted: "Didn't you say that it would be handed over to Fermat after two and a half months?" He asked rhetorically as he pulled a scroll from his bosom.

"It's just a matter of revealing it to Brian in advance." Qingyi smiled and motioned for Brian to take it and look at it.

"What's that?" The technical director was also a little curious, looked at it for a while, and laughed: "Necromantic lease contract? Did you write it from Diesel? It's reasonable, it's concise, and it's flawless. ”

(Qingyi: "Look, as I said, it can be seen that this contract is still of a very high standard.") ”）

"But...... It's shocking, isn't it? The Dark Church and the Holy See will definitely jump out against it. Brian added.

(Diesel: "Very well, I think so, too.) ”）

Brian said to himself, "That's possible." Your Majesty, this contract is based on the Demon Contract and the Soul Contract, but it has a strong copper smell more than them. ”

"Haven't we been short of money lately? This contract is much more profitable than 'broken silver', and it will never worry about the market, and the pricing power is also in our hands. When the trade with Bigbower is over, let's distribute this contract in large quantities. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Brian said lightly. He said to Diesel, "I've heard that the Witches have been working on a few new codes lately, and I'm waiting for you to see them." ”

"I'll go." Diesel was shrewd, knowing that there were some things he didn't want to listen to, so he didn't say much, and left at once.

After the soul mage's figure disappeared, Brian said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the wall has ears, and if you say too much, you will lose it." ”

"You've got that in mind, yes. But as I said, only you and I know about the plan, and even Xue Duo doesn't know about it. Isn't it, Lord Xueduo? Qingyi teased the shadow with his toes.

Xue Duo gestured his middle finger from the shadow: "Don't pull it on Uncle Ben!" ”

"So it won't be leaked, unless you're being bribed. You're not going to betray me, are you? Qingyi asked, half-jokingly, half-seriously. It's no wonder that he thinks this way, he is always a little unnatural when getting along with this subordinate, because even if the other party uses honorific titles, he is faintly soft and hard, and in Chinese terms, he is very literati.

"I will not betray you unless you lose the virtues of a king. If you are a wise and upright king, I will exhaust everything for you. ”

Brian's answer was expected by Qingyi, which made Qingyi have a very complicated feeling: he was satisfied with this answer, but he was a little uncomfortable. All in all, Brian's loyalty can still be guaranteed, as long as he is always online and cares about the national situation.

After explaining the financing matters, Qingyi went offline, glanced at the lower right corner of the screen, and suddenly realized that time had passed quickly, and it was now mid-January. The Spring Festival is coming soon, but he still plans to spend it alone at home. What's not to do? Who said that the New Year is going to be reunited?

It's when I don't go home that I feel happy.

He sighed for no reason, turned on the music player, and listened to the song while reading the forum.

The forum topped the official announcement that the annual "Qiankun" competitive competition is about to start, which was held in January in previous years, but this year it was delayed to March. The game company did not give an official explanation for the delay of the start of the tournament by two months, some say that it is because of the "doomsday confrontation", and some say that it is because of waiting for some unlucky ghost who has fallen to level 0 to train the level back (all Chinese players hold this argument). In fact, the delay of the competitive tournament is also inextricably linked to the "doomsday encounter", after all, there are only a handful of new players in the third turn after the new expansion is released, which is a bit outrageous. Without the addition of fresh blood, the competition will be a little more boring, after all, it looks like there are only a few familiar faces on the screen, which makes people not interested.

But the game company also understands the psychology of players, claiming that "if conditions allow, an international league may be launched this year". What does that mean? The annual competitive tournament, which is only held within the server, has the potential to expand into an international tournament that gathers the best players from all over the world! The White Night Streamer may be against the Flower Moon Demon, and the Skywalker Sword may be against the Flame Ambition...... At that time, many gods who have never met each other are about to start a fierce battle, how exciting it is! Many fans who are arguing over the ranking of the heavenly rankings don't have to argue anymore this time, because the results of the competitive competition are undoubted facts! The ultimate champion of the competitive competition is the best in the world!

The strongest name, who doesn't want it!

Qingyi was also excited, he especially wanted to see the scene of Yu Qingfeng and Jiang Huahuo killing all sides. Then he quickly calmed down, and then ecstasy! The competition starts in March, and the gods must devote themselves to the game and cannot withdraw; The war between the elves and the blood elves is expected to start at that time, so where does the bald eagle go to find reinforcements? All that can be recovered is an inventor's treasure bag! The schedule lasts for a month, and if there is an international league, it will take another month...... During this time, you don't need to face the rock trigger, the clouds disappear, and the free first class, so don't have a very comfortable time!

Barely calming down the turmoil in his heart, Qingyi washed, went to bed, and waited for a new day.

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Diesel left the palace just in time to see Sam Montgomery approaching him, and hurried to greet him. It is said that Sam was a nobleman of Orquila during his lifetime, and in pursuit of eternal power, he betrayed his country and became an official of His Majesty. Although Sam himself claims that "Your Majesty has a good eye for me and gives me a heavy responsibility", in fact he only holds some idle positions, not a real power, and at most can shout and drink at the necromantic civilians.

"Diesel, you just met Your Majesty? What does he say to you? Sam asked, smiling, his face as round as a sunflower.

Diesel thought to himself that he could leak such a big thing as the necromantic lease contract, so he prevaricated: "Your Majesty cares about me and asks me if I am used to living in it. After all, I'm a human being, and it's always a little uncomfortable to move into Necronomicon. ”

"Hehe, this is a good thing, Your Majesty often cares about me!" Sam happily patted Diesel on the shoulder: "I'll report to Your Majesty now." ”

"Your Majesty has gone offline."

Hearing this, Diesel and Sam turned their heads at the same time, only to see Brian in a purple robe walking leisurely. Brian habitually took out a notebook: "What's the matter, it's the same with me." ”

"Is it offline again? What a hassle for adventurers...... No, only Your Majesty can listen, and I'll find a chance to report it next time. Sam pouted, turned and walked away.

Brian ignored the other party and only said to Diesel Desel, "Let's go back to the Joint Research Center." ”

"Well, I'm new to the city and I don't know a lot of things...... I'd like to ask," Diesel pondered, "Why does everyone seem to be crowding out Sam?" ”

"The Twilight Empire is different from the ordinary human empire, we don't raise waste." Brian said this without emotion, but anyone could hear his disdain for someone: "Neither able to fight nor to study, but only attached to the system as a parasite, enjoying all sorts of privileges and treatments—this is the kind of person I find the most intolerable." ”

"Human aristocrats are always like this......"

"Bloodline and rights cannot be equated. His Majesty is the noblest of us, but he has the supreme right to do everything and work hard for this country. If the Necromantic King is like this, how can an ordinary courtier enjoy privileges? It would be unfair to society as a whole if his words were tolerated. Everyone has to work, and how much they give is how much they get, which is the norm of the Necromantic Empire. ”

Diesel suddenly remembered the Dusk Prayer Seeker, Perls. That person also adheres to the argument that "all men are equal". Once upon a time, Diesel thought it was an impossible fantasy, but after listening to Brian's words, he suddenly felt that maybe the Twilight Empire could achieve equality for everyone. How ironic is that a bunch of necromantic creatures who only know how to obey the orders of the strong can get along on an equal footing?

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A whole new day.

Qingyi got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, had breakfast, and cleaned up...... As he opened the door with vigour, he noticed a piece of paper on the ground. When I picked it up, it was a threatening letter similar to the last one. The request is also very straightforward, that is, no more advertisements or subcontracting the snack delivery business to Sicilian Express.

He was suddenly a little dizzy. The large and small lead characters came to life and twisted into a black swirl. In the whirlpool, a large mouth of blood flashed, trying to devour itself completely.

"Oh. Play the same old trick? Although the words 'Sicilian Express' were finally written, this could not be regarded as evidence at all, and Sicilian Express could not be prosecuted. ”

Qingyi closed the door thoughtfully, and was not in a hurry to go to work, but turned back to sit on the chair. He grabbed the paper with one hand, the back of his hand bruised, the surface of the paper wrinkled under his thumb. He scratched his head with his other hand, looking like a middle school student struggling with math problems.

He looked at the phone again, and then smiled self-deprecatingly, with an endless indifferent expression: "Zhang Qingyi, Zhang Qingyi, do you think of your family at this time?" Don't let people look down on you. Now it's just a matter of finding someone who is most likely to solve the problem...... Black sharp. ”

Ten minutes of dead silence.

Ten minutes later, he got up, walked to the telephone, dialed the phone, and said in a gentle voice: "Hello, this is Zhang Qingyi." Lucy, today I am taking a leave of absence. Yes, it's a little uncomfortable. Thank you. ”

Then, he walked out of the house with a threatening letter and waited patiently for the bus. Thirty minutes later, he arrived at the Hongyi Martial Arts Hall in Chinatown. The front lady recognized him and opened the door for him, and he smiled back.

Black Fengrui was cleaning, and when he saw Qingyi coming, he grabbed the broom with one hand and crossed his waist with the other: "What are you doing again?" Learn egg fried rice? Young man, I advise you to give up, you've been -"

"Today I'm here to talk about cooperation. I'm at my point. Qingyi said, placing the threatening letter in front of Black Fengrui, his eyes sharp: "Look, we are not even allowed to send snacks now, hehe." ”

Black Sharp hissed and frowned: "That ......"

"Let me start with that, I've endured enough."

"I've put up with enough, but this time they don't talk about morality. I'll take this head out for you. The black sharp grabbed the letter, tore it into several pieces, and swept it into the garbage shovel.