Chapter 752 Cyber Cultivation Immortals 2077 (2/2)
In the small hotel next to the slums, Lin Yuan, Yaoguang, Xu Zifan and Diao Ye sat in a private room.
From the beginning of coming in, Mr. Diao's buttocks were like they were covered on a brazier, and he kept twisting and couldn't stop at all.
Let Xu Zifan pull Xu Zifan and she whispered, "The seating fee here is only five yuan and half an hour, and everyone calculates it alone! And there is a starting price! What's the best place to do? If you want to drink water, I'll go back to purify the arterial blood for you to drink. It has a very high oxygen content."
Lin Yuan glanced at Master Diao and sighed helplessly, "You have 1.2 million in your account, so don't worry about this little money, can you?"
"It's not my money!"
"Take it, it's just a piece of spirit stone, I'm very much. If you don't feel sorry, just treat it as our guide's reward. Eat something first, I'm really a little curious about what the things here taste."
"Aba (me too)!" Yaoguang said expectantly.
When the waiter here delivered the menu, the two of them immediately opened the menu impatiently, and then "cut" it at the same time.
Although this hotel looks average, it is also considered a hotel run by a regular sect.
When entering the door, you need to verify the capital first. Those whose account balance is less than 10,000 yuan are not allowed to enter, so as not to come here to eat a meal.
I thought there would be something good about this kind of regular hotel, but the menu still has various paste-like foods, but the taste is different.
When Lin Yuan felt even more nauseous when he thought that this thing would be made to open his eyes afterwards.
But Xu Zifan and Diao Ye were completely unaware of how tragic the food here was.
They were quickly attracted by the things inside, pointing to the dishes and saying, "This is good, the ordinary rice paste with braised pork tastes on the plate. I haven't eaten braised pork for a long time."
"This is OK, green rice paste with kale flavor plate, it sounds quite refreshing."
"Just two, don't let seniors spend money. Two seniors, what are you eating?"
"I fast." Lin Yuan said immediately. "Aba (I lose weight)." Yaoguang said without hesitation. "Is that right?" Mr. Diao said regretfully, "That's a pity. The things here taste good and the magic restored. I feel very happy every time I eat this restaurant."
"Stop talking, let's catch up with "Living"."
After ordering, Mr. Diao immediately shook excitedly, looking around, hoping that the dishes he ordered would come up quickly.
Lin Yuan was still looking forward to it, hoping that the actual object would not match the picture.
But when the thing was delivered, his heart was finally dead.
A plate of sticky things was sent to them, four plates were placed among them. The waiter in charge of delivering food was afraid that they would not eat it, so he said thoughtfully: "Scoop up the batter and put it on the plate first, and then eat it. Please call me if you need it, fifteen yuan at a time."
When the waiter left, Mr. Diao immediately scooped the scoop into his plate excitedly, then swallowed it in one mouthful, and breathed with satisfaction. "It's really delicious, I'm really better than opening my eyes." Xu Zifan looked at Master Diao pamperedly, scooped a spoonful of it himself, and after eating it, he sighed, "It's true, this restaurant still tastes old."
Lin Yuan and Yaoguang looked at the plate and the fugu in front of him, with no appetite at all.
From seeing these things, Lin Yuan understood the principle of this thing.
The paste is the scrap of other foods. It is beaten into liquid form and mixed with various supplements, and then served. Compared with this thing, Britain can actually become a food capital, and stealing the country is also considered a cooking heaven.
This cannot be considered food at all, but feed for cattle and horses, fuel for tools, and chemical fertilizers in the land.
It can be buried anywhere, or even as waste, but it cannot be buried in the stomach!
Absolutely not!
Those who make this thing also know that this thing is unpalatable, so they engrave the formation on the plate and use the formation to wrap the scent of the paste.
All dishes are a kind of slime, and the chef's role is to inscribe the formation to simulate different flavors.
After taking a sip, Lin Yuan covered his head and didn't want to talk for a long time. "Aba?" Yaoguang asked with concern. "It's okay, but I feel that there is another reason for me to destroy this place. If this place merges with Jiuzhou one day, I will definitely pull out the person who invented this thing and let him eat what he cooks every day! This is no longer the level of killing money, it is crazy!"
"It's not as exaggerated as you said at the senior." Mr. Diao asked in confusion, "Xu Zifan has eaten it too."
"Don't talk, don't let me continue to sympathize with you. Eat it quickly and then let's start, I can't bear it anymore."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one bar, one reading!
Although I don’t understand why Lin Yuan was so excited, Xu Zifan still finished the meal quickly with Diao Master and then started discussing it.
After asking the waiter to collect the plate, Lin Yuan said, "We already have the chat tool "No Sword", but this kind of thing actually has to be charged, that is the spiritual tax."
"Well, that's right." Xu Zifan nodded and said, "Although the spiritual tax is not as high as the road tax or other taxes, many people still can't afford it. They can only suck it after selling their waists."
"So we need to make up for it with another thing so that they can make money through some means."
"I'm not likely." Mr. Diao inserted it and said, "Selling his waist is the fastest way for us to make money. After paying the waist tax, he just can afford the latest expenses, but he doesn't have much energy to work afterwards. So it's not those people who want to lie down, they really don't have the strength to do it."
"I believe this, so I'm going to let them work in their dreams."
"How do you work in your dreams?" Mr. Diao asked in confusion.
Xu Zifan thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "Computing power!"
"Yes, it's computing power. The soul of a cultivator is also a resource. Every time the soul thinks, it will provide a calculation power, but this computing power is too little, and it is difficult to collect it. But don't worry, I have my own way to collect computing power and make money with it."
Xu Zifan thought carefully for a long time, but couldn't figure out how useless computing power makes money.
But since Lin Yuan said there was a way, there must be a way, and this is the confidence brought to him by the other party's assets.
Yaoguang also pulled La Lin Yuan in confusion and asked in a low voice: "Aba (Do you have a way to collect computing power? That thing Daoxuan may not be able to collect it, after all, it is too fragmentary)."
"It's true." Lin Yuan also sent a message, "But you have to give a reason. You can't say that I'm here to help the poor. People here are short of money, but what's even more lacking is their self-awareness. I have to let them know that they are valuable so that they can realize that they are individuals."
"...Aba (you think so deeply)."
"It's necessary."
Clearing his throat, Lin Yuan said to Xu Zifan and Diao Ye: "My plan is to collect computing power through the game in my dreams. I have already thought about the plan for this game."
Extending his hand, Lin Yuan showed a few big words of magic: [Cibo Cultivation Immortals 2077].
(This chapter ends)