Chapter 520 Seizing the City

From then on, Gu Lie found a broader road. In this way, he paved it in front of him. How to go on? Most of it depends on himself, a small part depends on luck, and the rest depends on Jinglan.

He doesn't know whether he is right to promise Jinglan, but now at least he doesn't think it's wrong. Jing Lan drew a big "cake" for him, and it was full of **. It doesn't matter whether he can eat this cake or not. What matters is whether he wants to eat it or not.

Think! I really want to!

Space travel, these four words are of great significance. Gu Lie clearly remembers that when he left the earth, human beings could never leave the earth, and alien colonization was the ultimate goal of all great powers at that time.

Now, as long as he is willing to work hard, he can carry out space travel before all earthlings. This is a real "travel" rather than a simple one from the earth to the moon.

Gu Lie had heard of parallel space theory. He always thought it was more ridiculous. At that time, his eyes were relatively limited. When he came to the Newinland, he realized that he was wrong.

Even if the New Mainland is not a planet in parallel space, it at least shows that there are planets inhabited by creatures outside the earth, and even technology far exceeds the earth.

All this subverted Gu Lie's cognition, but he was not afraid, let alone afraid. When it comes to adventure, I believe no one is more suitable than him.

He didn't even visit the Newinland, and was replaced by a bigger goal.

After perceiving the rules of space, Gu Lie found that his spiritual power had a faint tendency to mutate. It was no longer the simple spiritual power, but slowly became a little vague, or chaotic. The spiritual perception of blood connection seems to be slowly deteriorating, while the more powerful energy connection is slowly loading on the body.

This change is uncontrollable, and he can't even insert a finger. Jing Lan has no choice about this change. It is also the first time that she can perceive the rules of space when she sees the eighth-level master, and there are no examples to follow. Everything can only be based on the arrangement of fate.

Gu Lie only had a little worry, but he didn't think it was a big trouble. For him, the goddess of luck often took care of him. Before the goal was completed, he could at least ensure a worry-free life, which was enough.

Jinglan's teleportation distance is up to 100 kilometers, and with her movement speed, it can completely become thousands of miles in an instant. However, the New Zealand continent is also large enough. Even if it is thousands of miles away, it takes half a day to reach Zhaojia City.

Surrounded by the jungle, a spacious road leads to the city in the forest, which is Zhaojia City. Zhaojia City, located in the eastern part of the Federation, can barely be counted as a city. It covers a large enough area, but the city defense construction is quite bad. The wall is only 5 meters high, but less than 1 meter later, which is really frighteningly thin.

This all comes from Dora Tianfu, the owner of Zhaojia City. This person is good at exploiting wealth, but it is embarrassing to govern the city.

There are nearly 70,000 residents in Zhaojia City, and the people live a rich life. However, since Dora Tianfu became the city owner, the residents have become less and less wealth, but the city owner has become richer and richer, causing many residents to flee one after another. After all, not everyone walks so freely, and more than half of them can't leave.

But these people alone are enough to exploit.

The wealth of the residents was handed over to Doro's talent. He deducted a large part of it, and the rest was handed over to the family. The people lived in deep water, but no one was willing to say a word for them.

These materials were obtained by Gu Lie after spending a day walking around the city. When it comes to the talent of the city owner Doro, all the residents hate it, but at the same time, they also feel deeply powerless and helpless.

The federation implements urban autonomy, which nominally belongs to the federation. In fact, most cities are controlled by major families. These residents have jointly petitioned the leaders, but they do not know whether the leaders know these things.

"It's very suitable for hands-on, if you don't take into account the face of Doro's counter-business!" Gu Lie said.

Jing Lan snorted softly, with disdain on his face and said, "If Duoluo has the ability to trouble me, otherwise he can only listen honestly!"

Gu Lie asked, "When will we do it?"

Didn't you say there would be an event in the city tomorrow? I think Duoluo Tianfu will definitely appear at that time. It's a good time to do it!"

Gu Lie nodded and said, "Oi, that's it!"

"Thanksgiving" is an important annual festival in Zhaojia City. It commemorates the first person and provides shelter and place of residence for the people. Now Thanksgiving is a form that is more important than a meaning. With the actions of Dora Tianfu, the people's saliva can drown him, but how can they be grateful to him?

As soon as the sun rose, every family opened the door one after another, and people washed properly and came out one after another. Everyone holds a magnetic card in their hand, in which there are more or less Newin coins. Since Dora Tianfu became the city owner, people have to be "gratitude" every Thanksgiving. The form of expression is donation, and to put it bluntly, it is to be donated.

People have also fought, but under Dora Tianfu's high-pressure strategy, they have also compromised.

Thanksgiving has lost its meaning. People can't even want to cancel this damn festival. Life is already very difficult, and they have to pay a lot of living expenses. The people live in deep trouble, while Dora Tianfu lives in heaven and enjoys leader-like treatment.

A large number of people gradually gathered on the street, and they all marched towards the square in the center of Zhaojia City. This is a square that can accommodate 100,000 people, and the number of residents in the city is more than enough.

Originally, there was a statue in the middle of the square, which was set up by people to commemorate the first generation of city owners. In the second year, Dora Tianfu smashed the statue, which cost a lot of money and finally replaced it with his own statue.

The statue faces the east. Every day when the sun rises, the first ray of sunlight in Zhaojia City must be shining on the statue of Dora Tianfu. He believes that this is an auspicious omen.

At the foot of the statue, there is a platform about ten meters high, which is only one-tenth of the height compared with the nearly 100-meter statue. And this high platform is the place where Dora Tianfu preached to people. Whether the people want to listen or not, they can only listen with their temper.

When the last person in the city also came to the square, the sun was already rising, the golden sun shone on the statue, and the reflected light made the whole square brighter.

The atmosphere on the square is very depressing. People surround the statue layer by layer. The 20-meter distance closest to the statue is set as a forbidden area, and the city owner's escort isolates all the people.

Soon, Dora Tianfu appeared on the high platform. His appearance was very ordinary. Only a pair of hanging eyes was impressive, and he didn't look like a good person.

His voice was very loud and loud, but it sounded a little rough. He felt that he didn't have enough confidence, as if he had been hollowed out by wine.

"My dearest people of Zhaojia City, today is the annual Thanksgiving Day. Let's be devoutly grateful, thank you for the food, thank you for the residence, thank you to the Doro family, thank you federal leaders..."

He lowered his head, put his hands together and lowered his jaw, gently closed his eyes, and said something in his mouth.

The people in the square followed suit whether they wanted to or not. Someone had taken the initiative to resist before, but the end was very miserable, so no one dared to fight.

After a long time, Duoluo Tianfu slowly opened his eyes and watched people so obediently with satisfaction. The smile at the corners of his mouth gradually expanded, and finally laughed.

His laughter was not big, but it clearly came to everyone's ears, which sounded really so ironic.

"Well, the next step is the most conventional gratitude activity. The number of donations is unlimited. One Newin coin is not too little, and one hundred thousand Newin coins is not too much, but I hope everyone can think about it and don't donate too little!"

Dora Tianfu has made it very clear that the so-called "one coin is not too little" is impossible at all. If anyone dares to donate a coin, I'm afraid they will not see the sun tomorrow.

The crowd began to march in a clockwise direction, and dozens of instruments were separated into many aisles. People only need to walk over and say how much money they want to donate. When the other party is set up, they can swipe the card, and then continue to follow the team. Knowing that everyone has donated all, Dora Tianfu said that they can only leave.

Gu Lie, who is at the top, looks extremely lonely. No one in the city knows him, and the floating population knows that today is Thanksgiving Day. He left early yesterday. No one will be stupid enough to donate money to Dora Tianfu, except for these people who can't leave at all.

"How much do you donate when you come up?" A man shouted at Gu Lie.

"A Newin coin!" Gu Lie walked up and responded with a voice of the same size.

"What?" The man was stunned and immediately showed a tyrannical look on his face. "Fuck, you don't want to live anymore, you only donate a New Coin!"

Gu Lie asked innocently, "The lord of the city is talking. Why can't you donate it?"

An old man next to him kindly reminded him in a low voice: "Young people, you have to donate at least 1,000 New York dollars, and one New York coin will bring you to kill yourself."

Gu Lie smiled and said, "I'm not afraid. I just want to know why the words said by the city owner can not be counted?"

There was a quarrel on his side, and the voice was so loud that everyone nearby could hear it, and the donation team suddenly stopped. This is the first time in many years that someone dares to take the initiative to resist, or take the initiative to provoke!

"Kid, you're dead!" The man left the instrument money and pulled out a cold dagger from his waist. "The city lord said that it's better not to donate a Newin coin. Are your ears used to eat shit?"

Gu Lie was still spoiled and humiliated. He suddenly asked loudly, "I'll donate a Newin coin. What can you do to me?" The city owner just said that he can donate like this. If the city owner doesn't keep his word, why should I obey his orders? A person doesn't even have the minimum integrity. What qualifications does he have to be a city owner? He smiled and said, "Otherwise, I'll do it!"