Chapter 452 I am at the bottom (33)
Mo City now adopts a unified distribution system. Everyone is distributed according to their needs. The labor contributed can be exchanged for points, which can then be exchanged for greater rewards from Lin Yuan. muscles.
Moreover, people in Wanxiang do not need to eat or drink. Looking at the muscles of Zheng and other people every day is entertainment. A group of people do nothing but build every day. This is also the reason for the rapid development of Mexico City.
So, Tianxiang Sect cannot be established here.
According to Lin Yuan’s idea, the best way is to get in touch with other cities in the penal colony, and then research the market there to see if good foreign trade can be established, and finally allow Tianxiang Sect to stand here Keep your footing.
If this doesn't work, then we can only consider allowing Tianxiang Sect to enter Kyushu and find a remote place in Kyushu to develop.
Finding that he had no other good ideas for the time being, Zhang Ting could only enter the restaurant he frequented.
As soon as I entered the door, I felt a hot smell coming towards me.
The air is mixed with the strong smell of alcohol, and a small curtain separates the inside and outside of the restaurant, bringing in the rare smell of fireworks.
Although people in Vientiane do not need to eat or drink, they do occasionally get greedy and invite friends to a restaurant to have something to eat and drink to relax themselves.
As soon as he entered, he heard the familiar shopkeeper shouting: "Senior Zhang, why are you free today? Didn't Elder Lin come with you?"
"He is busy thinking about things and can't get through. Zhang Ting said with a smile, "Look at what good food there is today. I'll pack it and take it back to him."
"By the way, are there any spices from Tianxiang Sect? I want to buy more." Some, that stuff is really good for cooking.”
“Yes, I’ll ask Ningshuang to send you some later.”
The spices from Tianxiang Sect are from Tianxiang Sect. One of the products of secularization, Haoshizui Lin Yuan discovered that the spices from Tianxiang Sect can greatly improve the taste of food, so he immediately put it into practice here, and the results were gratifying.
However, these spices are either expensive, the raw materials are difficult to find, or they are too strong for ordinary people to tolerate, so they can only be enjoyed by people in Wanxiang or wealthy people, and there is still a certain gap between them and their promotion.
I ordered a pot of sweet wine and a large pot of meat. Zhang Ting ate while thinking about what the Tianxiang Sect could do?
The Guobao Pork sent by the shopkeeper only had a small amount of Tianxiangzong spices, but even so, the food was so delicious that it was beyond imagination, making Zhang Ting, who was full of worries, eat it happily.
Actually, he already had an idea in mind, but it was too unconscionable, so he was embarrassed to say it.
After all, after coming into contact with "Simulated Mexico City 2" and experiencing the feelings of the people at the bottom, his mentality has changed.
It's okay to cause trouble, but don't make trouble for your own people.
If you have to deal with your own people, then try to make everyone happy in the end.
In this way, you can not only satisfy your desire to do things, but also complete the task. It can be said that everyone is happy.
However, the difficulty of doing this is unusually high, so he is also struggling with how to do this kind of thing beautifully.
Halfway through eating, he suddenly noticed that the noise in the restaurant suddenly stopped.
Looking up, he saw a man with a big belly walking in.
The other party is obviously not a local in Mocheng, because the locals are almost all different and have extremely good figures. It is impossible to be like this.
It was freezing outside, but this man was wearing a yellow gown with a tattered bag hanging around his waist, and his body was covered with sweat.
After sitting down, he picked up a small fan and fanned himself, then patted the table and shouted: "Waiter, serve tea."
When the waiter brought the tea, he vomited He said with a heavy breath: "The weather is so hot. By the way, what do you have here..."
"Are there any recommended dishes? There are some."
The waiter was just about to say what is available here, when he saw the fat man banging the table and shouted: "Do I look like a rich man? Let me ask you this If there are any leftovers, I’ll take care of them!”
“…That’s not available.”
“Is there any free food here?” That one doesn’t exist either.”
Staring at the waiter, the fat man looked fierce and said fiercely: "Really? I beg you, just give me some."
"No...this guest, you My expression and tone don’t match.”
“I’m not very good at asking for help. This is how I look when I ask for help.” The fat man said harshly.
“But we really don’t have one here.”
Looking at this person, Zhang Ting felt that he was quite interesting.
Moreover, Zhang Ting could feel a sense of trouble from the other party, which made him feel that it was not impossible to get to know the other party.
So, he raised his hand and said, "Fellow Taoist, if you don't mind, come over and eat some together."
"No, no, no!"
Fat The man immediately moved over, and then said to Zhang Ting: "This Taoist fellow, it cost you money. Waiter, please bring me a bowl of rice."
When the rice came, he did not start it, but Looking at Zhang Ting expectantly.
After a while of silence, Zhang Ting said: "Fellow Taoist, eat."
"It's okay, I'm not hungry yet, you eat first. When there is some oil residue left after you eat, I will eat it with you." Just rice.”
Looking at the fat man, Zhang Ting felt that he was really interesting.
Although he looked ferocious, he was very humble in doing things. This contrast made Zhang Ting feel that the other person was really a wonderful person.
Putting down his chopsticks, Zhang Ting asked curiously: "Where is your fellow Taoist from? I've never seen him before."
"To be honest, I am Shi Feng, the head of the Anping Sect in Mo City. I am here..."
"Get it for me!"
With one order, more than a dozen Wanxiang people He immediately rushed over and pressed the fat man down layer upon layer.
Being attacked by someone, the fat man was horrified and shouted quickly: "I am the head of the Anping Sect, and I am an upright messenger, you can't do this!"
"You are the one taking it. ! I have lived in Anping Zong for so long, I don’t know what the leader looks like! Come here with me and I will let you know!”
When he found that he couldn't explain it, the fat man became furious.
Tearing off the bag hanging from his waist, he was about to use the magic weapon when he suddenly felt that his arms became extremely heavy.
Turning his head in surprise, he saw that Zhang Ting had already moved the talismans, and each talisman appeared on his arm, each one weighing a thousand kilograms.
The other party is not only excellent in magic, but also very cautious. First he restrained one of his arms, and then the other hand and body.
In just a few breaths, a large number of talismans wrapped around his body, making him unable to move.
Pulling the ashen-faced fat man up, Zhang Ting sneered and said: "With such strength, I still have the nerve to say that I am the leader."
"... Is there a possibility for this fellow Taoist? , it’s not that I’m too weak, but that you’re too powerful?”
“Stop flattering me, I’m at the bottom of the Wanfa Sect, I don’t know what my strength is.”
“This one? Fellow Taoist, is there a possibility that even if you are at the bottom of Wanfa Sect, you are still much better than ordinary foundation builders?”
(End of Chapter)