Chapter 333 Giant Order

For the art of the nine palaces, the night naturally tasted a little, and did not understand it in depth. He quickly turned to the business and told his ideas to Ge Qian.

The more he listens, the more solemn the expression on his face becomes, accompanied by deep thinking...

"A Ye, do you mean that you want to apply the mercenary system of our Lonely City to business? Then let our lonely city become the commercial center of the mainland?"

Seeing that Ge Qian said a little seriously, Ye Lazi's mood also became a little uneasy: "Grandpa, I just thought about this idea. There may be some impractical things..."

Ge Qian got up and said nothing, but stood at the window, overlooking the lights of the whole lonely city. Shi Feng is the highest place in the lonely city, and the place where Ge Qian lives is second only to the Tower of inheritance. Looking at it like this, the sight can wrap the whole lonely city, and even cross the forest in the distance to reach the boundless desert of despair.

"Grandpa, did I say something wrong?" Jiang Ye felt that the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Ge Qian was full of tears at this time. I don't know if it was too windy or something else. When Jiang Ye saw this scene, although he didn't know why, he stopped talking.

"Aye, do you know? For thousands of years, our lonely city has been nestled in such a bumpy corner and has endured thousands of years of wind and sand. We ink people have also carried the word "poor ghost" for thousands of years.

I have been a giant for exactly 30 years. Thirty years ago, when the previous generation of giants handed over the giant order to me, it was the same as now, crying bitterly at the wind and sand in the northwest.

He said to me that although we are poor, we are not poor. There is no fertile land in Lonely City, but we have iron bones. Fallen leaves turn into dead grass, and bones can be turned into fertilizer. I am about to die, and I hope it can become your fertilizer. Don't forget, don't forget to die. The ultimate ideal of our Mo people is the great prince of the world. The world is the same. The Mo people are born for this, and they can also die for this. They can't stop living and dying. Although I can't see such an ideal come true, I hope you can help me continue to watch. If you can't see this day, let your next generation continue to watch. The ink is to live for the ideal. If there is no ideal, the ink is nothing! It's just a group of poor people, fools, bad people... Therefore, even if you don't have enough to eat, don't forget your ideal..." When Ge Qian spoke, he made the general night feel that his expression was particularly far away. Although his people were here, his heart returned to 30 years ago.

Don't forget, don't forget to die...

The great prince of the world, the world is the same...

Life does not stop, death does not linger...

The ink is to live for the ideal. If there is no ideal, the ink is nothing...

In this way, it is the best words of an old ink man who has reached the end of his life. He only feels that he has returned to 30 years ago and accepted the teachings of the giant son of the last generation of ink.

Ideally, although in this impetuous and chaotic world, even a copper coin is not as good as a copper coin, there is a group of such people who are willing to live for such a cheap thing. Although the ideal cannot be eaten or worn, it lacks the backbone that can support a holy city.

Although he is extremely rich, the old man is still the same as an old farmer in the countryside. He wipes his tears with black cloth sleeves. He has been wearing such a short shirt for 60 years.

Then, with his vicissitudes of voice, he said hoarsely, "Thirty years ago, to be honest, I had no hope for the ideal of the grand duke of the world and the world. Although I believe that there will be such a day, I never dared to say it to people, because I know that in my hands Lonely City can't see the arrival of this day. Therefore, I know that in this case, I can only tell the successor of the next generation of giants, and only when I die can I have the courage and courage to say it.

At that time, all I could think of was to keep each of us food and clothing, and then maintain the justice of our ink, and make us poor and poor with dignity. However, even if we work so hard, there is still no way to make a fundamental change in Lonely City. In addition to making some potions, alchemy puppets, scrolls and other war consumables, our Lonely City relies on part of the commission of the ink extractor as the economic source of a holy city. We Mexican mercenaries only take on tasks belonging to the righteous side, which is destined to be very limited in the commission we can get, so the income we can get is also very limited.

And I must save this limited money one by one. When you were a child, you also saw what kind of life do the orphans and old people supported in our lonely garden? I guess it's only better than beggars, right?

However, Grandpa really has no choice. There are too many places to spend money. Not only that, Grandpa must also have a little money to reserve in case of a big war. After our Mexican dies in the battlefield, he can have money to buy a pair of thin coffins for them for decent burial.

Do you know? Grandpa is distressed. The last thing he wants to see is those old Mexicans who fought for the ideal of the ink people all their lives. When they died, they just rolled up a straw mat and buried them, which was no different from livestock.

Does the world really think that we Mexicans are really a group of self-abuse people? Do you like to wear rags to the market? Do you have to cultivate and weave food and clothing by yourself? Traveling is always on foot, and the place where you live is similar to that of a pigsty? There is really no way. We can only do this. Therefore, those Taoist priests who boast about vegetarianism and Confucian scholars who live in seclusion can't understand the suffering of our Mexicans at all.

A crystal coin has a working method of a crystal coin, and a copper coin has a working method of a copper coin. We persist in the suffering of a copper coin and only get belongs to our own will. The will of fire burns itself and lights up others.

As he spoke, Ge Qian unconsciously smiled again. Obviously, he was laughing at himself, just like saying that a crystal coin has a crystal coin and a copper coin has a copper coin. Self-deprecating can be regarded as a kind of comfort.

"But, Aye, do you know? Now I see the hope of the Grand Duke of the World and the same in the world. I see it in the words you just said. Do you know how happy I am? I cried with joy.

I am happy and cry about it. Yesterday, I just helped the Mexicans solve the problem of food and clothing and took off the hat of the poor, and today I see the hope of realizing the ideal of the Mexicans.

I think I am the luckiest giant. I have done what I want to do and see the most. I have seen it.

However, I know that although such an ideal sees hope, it is still too far to do. I'm old and can't help you, but I will do my best to be your greatest backing. Speaking of this, Ge Qian took out a token carved from his chest from dead wood. The token depicted the ancient story scene of Kuafu chasing the sun. Although it was dead wood, it was also full of iron bones, and the whole token was full of the strong will of fire.

Ge Qian stuffed the token into the hand of the night and said proudly, "Go and fight? Take the ideals of our lonely city for tens of thousands of years, and gamble with the will of our millions of ink people. Even if we lose the bet, we ink people will be beaten back to their original shape, or all of them will be broken. Because, I want to proudly and openly prove to the world that our ideals are not just words. We are already doing it and can be successful. The spirits of the Mexicans have been watching us for tens of thousands of years. We can't retreat this time. We have to use every effort in our lives to build a world of great unity.

Ideal, not just talk!

This sentence is still in my ears, and the iron-boned giant in his hand also came the hot temperature in Ge Qian's heart. This token, at this time, feels that it is so heavy. It seems that for tens of thousands of years, the spirits of countless ink people have settled on this small token. They all want to be the giant chasing the sun and really see the day when the scorching sun is pregnant.

Originally, he thought that his Taoist practice was enough to control any situation, but now, the fate of millions of people is connected to himself, and he can't bear it with the way of returning to the earth.

However, he knew that he must carry it, and the spirits of the ink were watching in the sky! Every ink man wears the same will. For the sake of ideals, he can't stop living and dying. He is not even afraid of death. What else is there to be afraid of?

Take the night, carefully and respectfully hide this token in your chest, and support it with the temperature of your own painstaking efforts. Then, the night returned to his lazy look, and his whole body was also shrouded in a charming aura, as if the thing he had just carried was as light as Hongyu.

Ge Qian was a little confused. He knew that the temperament of the night was the temperament that his real king should have. Only such a person can truly carry the luck of a race. And although he is the ZTE giant of Mo, he also lacks such temperament. His leadership talent seems to be a little worse. This talent seems to be irreparable. Speaking of which, Ge Qian also had the luck of Zhongxing after he met the night. In the first two decades as a giant, it seemed that he could barely maintain the status of the holy city of the lonely city.

Thinking of this, Ge Qian was happy again. There are talented people in the country, and the blue out of the blue is better than the blue. How good is this? Only in this way will Momen become more and more prosperous.

"Grandpa Juzi, I took this giant token to prove that my intention is the same as the will of the predecessors of the past dynasties. For the world of Dagong Dagong Datong, I can live and die. However, I think nominally, Grandpa Giant is still a Giant, right? Grandpa Juzi is still at his peak in spring and autumn, and he can also lead us Mozhe for decades. Moreover, I am so young that I should not be too popular. I can't occupy the limelight. It is not in line with my low-key style. After a few years, Grandpa feels tired, and I think it's better to officially pass on the position of giant son to me. When Jiang Ye needed to make a life choice, he still chose his usual style of keeping a low profile and hiding in the abyss.

Ge Qian nodded. He felt that he did not think he was young, but postponed it because he was not capable enough. In fact, he knew that the night was confident enough to carry everything in a holy city in such a time of eighteen teenagers. Wisdom in self-confidence is indeed a necessary characteristic for a king.

Ge Qian did not shirk. The two fully understood each other's intentions. They discussed the establishment of a commercial mercenary system for a while. Ge Qian corrected some details in the night plan to make the idea of the night more realistic and easier to implement.

For example, merchants who join the Lonely City can only exist in the form of temporary mercenaries, and the official merchants in the Lonely City will enjoy better treatment than temporary mercenaries. If you upgrade from a temporary mercenary to a formal ink, you must have enough points and contributions, and through the four formal tests, the selection will be more strict, and it is better to lack than abuse. At the same time, after becoming a Mo person, regardless of whether you are rich or poor, you must follow the requirements of the Mo person's food, clothing, housing and so on.

Such a series of details invisibly highlight the status of the formal ink, and also enable the ink to get the benefits first.

After discussing all morning, the details of the whole plan became very perfect. However, the lazy man felt that his head was big. This morning's thinking consumed a lot of his brain cells. At present, he is more fortunate that he did not choose to succeed the giant immediately. It seems that when you can be lazy, you should resolutely carry forward the style of lazy people.

For example, now, the night said, "To establish a commercial mercenary system, please, Grandpa. I am responsible for promoting the iron block self-service store. I have set up a sales system with people to promote self-service stores among ordinary people with middle and lower income, which should be very convenient."

Therefore, the headache task of making the rules of the game is given to Geqian, which is equivalent to handing the burden of building a water pipe to Ge Qian, and running at night to make the switch of the water pipe, and the lazy man's style of the night is really slippery.

Ge Qian was not unhappy at all. He was just curious about the sales system established by the night.

He briefly talked about the new Tianlikyo established by Ye and Liuxiu Girls, and finally concluded: "In this way, the developed organized sales group can establish an extensive sales system for our low-end market. In the future, I will let them all join the temporary mercenary system of Lonely City, so It can be managed in a unified way.

"Well, yes, that Liuxiu girl is very business-minded. I have negotiated with him. He is a good talent. It would be great if he could be poached." Ge Qian seems to have a good impression of Liuxiu girls.