Chapter 1932: I make money with my hands

Chapter 1932 I Make Money with My Hands
The time has unknowingly shifted to the evening. Since the live broadcast of the summit meeting in the afternoon was suspended, world public opinion has become awful.
The most searched keywords on the web are:
Who is he?
Is the black card real?
The discussion on this matter has overshadowed all the extraordinary organizations that have been shown to the world... and even more, because of the relationship of ninety-nine black cards scattered all over the world, it was also dubbed by this year's sand sculpture netizens: Dahei Card era.
Hello, did you dig a black card today?
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"It's auntie!"
Pear's voice.
Aunt Ren and Lizi of Sanliu Magazine left the meeting place early because of the suspension of the meeting... There are so many things happening today. Ren Ziling did not return to the newspaper, but directly drove Lizi home.
"Welcome back."
At this time, the maid was wearing a pink apron, holding a wooden shovel in her hand, and greeted her with a smile... Pear had smelled the aroma of the food from the kitchen, and her index finger moved, containing her own. Fingers, a look that you want to wear.
"Is it going well today?" The maid asked Aunt Ren to take the handbag herself and asked softly.
"Don't mention it." Aunt Ren dragged her body and walked forward a few steps at this time, directly fell on the sofa, and said weakly: "You also watch the live broadcast... do you say it is not smooth?"
"I'll prepare a towel for you and wipe your face." Miss maid said softly.
Aunt Ren got up all at once and quickly waved her hand: "No need! You haven't been through the door yet, just do these things with pears...Lizi! Haven't you brought me a towel yet?"
Pear is still waiting to eat, but Wen Yan pointed to his face and said, "I don't seem to have passed the door yet?"
"Okay, I will marry you tomorrow! Dahonghuaqiao lifts you!" Aunt Ren said with a squint: "Tonight you will come to my room!"
Pear suddenly shivered and ran to wash the towel in fright.
The maid lady couldn't help but smile, seeming to be amused, she poured a glass of water for Aunt Ren later.
Ren Ziling suddenly asked, "Luo Qiu, isn't it in the room?"
The maid girl said casually: "Some of the seasoning at home is used up, he went out and bought."
"Oh..." Aunt Ren nodded, looking thoughtful.
"Is there something special, I can call him back early."
"In fact, it's not an important thing, just..." Ren Ziling shook her head and immediately sat up straight, looking at the maid girl: "Did you watch the live broadcast in the afternoon, right? The band that appeared in the venue in the afternoon Masked guy, I used to... actually met once."
The maid looked slightly surprised, her mouth slightly opened, her expression in place: "Have you seen?"
"Hmm... I met once." Ren Ziling nodded. "It should have been last year, but I still remember it. At that time, my head was iron, and I pretended to be a believer and sneaked into an illegal group for secret visits. I can’t get out... it’s the mysterious clown mask that saved me today. I thought it was a martial arts master... I didn’t expect it to be such a big man!"
With that, Aunt Ren was sitting with her pillow in her arms, thinking, saying: "You were not in the meeting place at the time, I and Lizi were on the scene at that time, and I was scared to tremble... So many extraordinary representatives, one by one I don’t dare to look up, it’s really calling..."
"How to call someone."
Aunt Ren shook her head, and then said excitedly again: "Actually, you really don't want to say, it's quite cool to look at this group of extraordinary representatives who are deflated. This is probably the mentality of the little people? I know this That’s wrong, but it’s just... I just want to come back a few times and so on.
"That's it..." Miss Maid smiled slightly at this time: "So you like this, maybe you will have a chance in the future."
"Ha, let me talk! How is it possible!" Aunt Ren smiled and said: "I am not familiar with me... but seriously, I always felt like I had seen them somewhere, the couple. "
With that, Ren Ziling looked at the maid maid subconsciously and looked at it seriously: "It looks like you and the clown girl next to the clown mask man are quite similar in shape... Oops, why can't I remember their voices? What does it look like."
"Maybe I am the clown girl." Miss Maid smiled slightly.
Aunt Ren patted the maid’s cheek intimately,
I thought you wouldn’t be kidding! If you are a real clown, then I’ll post it! Tomorrow I can punch the Divine Authority Kindergarten and kick the magician Association elementary school monks!"
"What elementary school monk?" Lizi came out with a wet towel.
"Say you are an elementary school monk!" Aunt Ren rushed past smilingly, scratching Li Zi's waist.
They just broke into trouble.
No matter what happens outside, it doesn't seem to matter when I get home... This is the same place as a safe haven.
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Later in the evening, Luo Qiu came back with a small bag, and she saw that the maid was not preparing dinner at this time. The house simply turned on a night light.
"Miss Ren and Miss Lizi are estimated to be too tired. After coming back and washing, they fell asleep."
The maid came forward and said softly.
Boss Luo smiled and said, "Terrorize them today, just get a good sleep...tonight, it should be very calm."
"Not at all." Miss Maid smiled and smiled: "Miss Ren looks very happy."
"Happy?" Mr. Luo was stunned... Sometimes he did not understand Aunt Ren's brain circuit and the small theater in his brain.
"Secret." Miss Maid chuckled.
Luo boss smiled and said immediately: "Are things ready."
"Well, it's ready, just put it on the table in the master's room." The maid nodded. "It's all some interesting introductions to the subworld I've experienced before."
"I will look back."
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Song Dynasty Hotel.
Soon after the meeting was temporarily suspended, the Daomen Association and his party had returned to here smoothly under Song Haoran's arrangement-and Song Haoran also arranged a conference hall.
Compared with the decentralization of the Demon Association, the Daomen Association will be more efficient in convening-originally, this time, under the advocacy of Song Haoran, many elders from all major schools came.
"... This time, a total of thirty-seven hidden seniors chose to cross the border to hit a higher level." In the quiet conference hall, only Song Haoran's voice slowly remembered: "The latest statistical results come out By the way, there were a total of 32 seniors who were martyred and failed in this crossover. They are..."
With the appearance of the names, the elders present at the Daomen Association became more and more heavy.
When the name of the martyrdom was over, Song Haoran looked around and said in a slightly low voice: "This time, there were three seniors who succeeded in the robbery. Although the remaining two failed, they were safe. The thing...it's a lucky thing.
"There are three successes, and it is already a good result." Baidao Taoist said slowly at this time: "Before the reiki recovery, I am afraid that no one will succeed, otherwise these predecessors will not remain hidden forever... …Everyone, since three seniors succeeded, this is a great event for our Daomen Association."
"President, even if these three predecessors succeeded, they just reached the same level as you." A Taoist shook his head at this time: "The one before the step of the president, that seems to be broken. The unbroken fairy road. For so many years, only the old disaster that Lai Caisheng borrowed from the original, turned away from the world. Xianlu is still difficult for me..."
"Isn't there a black card?" Another Taoist said coldly at this time: "The man who appeared today... maybe there is a way to reopen the fairy road of Shenzhou. As long as the black card can be found, I will have a chance! "
The Baidaodao people looked at these people without expression, without speaking.
In the end, he just gave Song Haoran a glance—about the Daomen Association’s response to the black card. In fact, on the way back, he had had brief discussions with Song Haoran and several other Daomen Association representatives.
"Seniors," Song Haoran said in a timely manner: "Please listen to me."
"Xiao Song, please."
For this young man who is kind to all major schools and is very pleased, the elders of these major schools still look very pleasing to the eyes and are willing to give him a chance to speak.
"The matter about black cards is of great importance." Song Haoran said seriously: "Now, it can be said that the eyes of the world will be concentrated on these ninety-nine black cards. However, these black cards have now been scattered around the world. The seniors of the world naturally understand... It is very difficult to find these ninety-nine black cards in the world, just like finding a needle in a haystack."
"Xiao Song, listen to what you mean, do we say that we are going to give up looking for black cards this time?" dissatisfied voice.
"How come?" Song Haoran shook his head. "Every black card means a trading opportunity...and this opportunity brings any desire that can be realized as long as the price can be paid. We can't guarantee Whether these wishes of the holder will bring us a disadvantageous situation. We wait for the Taoist monks, the upper body of the heavenly heart, can adapt to and reversible water, but in the end it still points directly to the original heart. Sex, my monks can resist the temptation of the black card to sharpen our own body, we look for the black card, just to return a peace in the world, and prevent the rain of the grandson and the rain, borrow the power of the black card, and once again make trouble The earth of China. So we must find the black card... find it out and take care of it!"
Everyone in Daomen felt that this little Song Zhen was so talented that he could play a friend, speak nicely... and even speak so eloquently and flatteringly!
"Yes, we can not use the black card, but we must not fall into the hands of Xiaoxiao! Kuangfu Shenzhou's right way, we are the Taoist, everyone is responsible!"
Song Haoran glanced at Baidao Daoren at this moment.
Bai Jie Dao Ren has narrowed his eyes at this time, seemingly completely laissez-faire attitude.
Song Haoran understood, and took the opportunity to say: "Seniors, I propose that Daomen should create a team dedicated to collecting black cards from now on...but our opponents must be extraordinary organizations in the world, so I hope Those who can be selected for this team are the real elites of all major schools."
"It's fair to say that if I weren't old, I would do it! I think so, I have a closed disciple, which is just right. Xiao Song, please take me with him!"
"There is also a disciple..."
The Daomen private meeting tonight will probably be spent in finalizing the list... Song Haoran thought.
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Just into the night.
Nan Xiaonan is hiding in an alley, holding a mobile phone and watching the commotion on the Internet.
To be honest, she wants the black card too.
But compared to what she had to do, the black card was nothing.
As long as she can find the door corresponding to the key, she can even directly become the owner of the ninety-nine black cards...oh, it's the employee.
For this test, Nan Xiaonan has already vacated...she doesn't even need her own image.
why would you said this?
Let's take a look at this other world academic witch.
The body is wearing a kind of special yellowish white short-sleeved shirt, jeans, and black water boots-yes, that is the kind of black waterproof boots worn by fish vendors in the vegetable market.
Not only that, she was also wearing a black plastic cheap apron, even wearing yellow rubber gloves, sitting on a small slap-high stool... washing dishes!
Washed the tableware belonging to a small restaurant in the village of the city.
She felt she could be called Aunt Nan at this time!
A moment later, a figure appeared at the entrance of this alley... I looked in, and then walked in. It was Mr. Jin from a second-hand electrical shop.
Mr. Jin seemed a little surprised that he would encounter this girl in this place who had to buy a second-hand electric fan for a bargain.
Standing in front of a large red basin filled with tableware, Mr. Jin frowned and looked at Nan Xiaonan, who was sitting on a stool that could not be shorter, could not help but ask: "How can you... Here?"
"It's you?" Nan Xiaonan raised his head in surprise at this moment, and then wiped his sweat with the forehead to the clothes on his shoulders. "The owner of the second-hand shop! Why are you here?"
"I'll buy something." Mr. Jin said indifferently, and then said again: "You haven't answered my question yet."
Nan Xiaonan shrugged and said, "What can I do for a part-time job? The [One Mansion] at the end of the street is full of technicians, there is no way, I can only temporarily find a job to cope with the rent and food!"
"..." Mr. Jin was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Do you really plan to apply for a technician?"
"What's wrong with the technician!" Nan Xiaonan frowned at this time: "Who do you despise? I make money with my own hands, and I don't rely on anyone. You care if I am a dishwasher or a technician! I want you to control!"
"I don't mean that." Mr. Jin shook his head. "I'm sorry, I was disturbed."
With that said, Mr. Jin slowly retreated from the alley, and Nan Xiaonan rolled his eyes at this time, and then began to scrub the bowls and chopsticks in the basin.
But after a while, Mr. Jin suddenly turned back, "It's hot, don't get heat stroke."
The returning Mr. Jin put a bottle of mineral water next to Nan Xiaonan.
"Fake." Nan Xiaonan snorted coldly.
Mr. Jin said nothing, just left silently... and this time, he really left.
(End of this chapter)