Chapter 1267: Uncle Warlocks Black Internet Cafe (Part 1) (1/2)
Many days later, Mingguang ushered in a historic scene.
——Emmm, there is a lot of this recent ”historical scene” by Mingguang.
In the new city area under the four walls, the uncle Warlock held two stamped papers and a bright red certificate of 4 karat in his hand. The expression pack on his face was forgotten to update.
”Ben, this warlock, finally has his own real estate??”
Uncle Warlock tossed for a long time, and finally took out a big box safe from his sleeve. Throwing things in, it was locked up with a click. He carried the safe and ran around and shouted.
”Where is the forest, the forest is coming soon, put things away for me!!”
Su Yourong didn't know why he was holding a pan, and he broke his heart behind the warlock.
”Hey, take out the business license and paste it on the wall, why are you locking it...”
”No, what if you lose it?”
”If you lose it, make up another one~”
”No, just in case you lose it again!”
”Furthermore! Besides, who would steal the business license? There is still your name on it!”
”No, these days are so chaotic. There are thieves everywhere. People steal too, animals steal too, and animals steal too. Even the air steals my things. When the wind blows, the warlock feels that he has lost one. Billion, all the **** thinking about this warlock...”
Well, the uncle Warlock can lose anything except himself.
This is very different from Lin Chou. Boss Lin didn't lose anything except himself.
Do not ask.
To ask is to have unique skills.
emmm...
In fact, it has always been the most professional one about losing oneself to Boss Lin-and there are even more advanced means to find oneself again.
For example, if you tie yourself to a convenient shovel, you can find a direction and throw it into the sky with a faster speed, better vision, and stronger sense of direction.
It doesn't matter if he throws it in the wrong direction, anyway, he is so powerful that he will throw it again in a big deal.
Boss Lin looked at the Uncle Warlock with pity, this guy who had lived for an unknown period seemed to have never really owned something that belonged to him, it was really pitiful.
Huang Dashan squinted and said,
”Don't say it, this time the commission is really generous, and the place built is pretty good?”
The current configuration of the new city is not perfect enough. Uncle Warlock’s Xiaobawang server simply emptied a small stone mountain and buried it in. The front, back, left, and right are all made of giant sea blue stones (in fact, city bricks). Sealed inside--
Anyway, the Uncle Warlock doesn't have to consider reserving the passages for entry and exit, he can send it.
Not only that, but he doesn't even have to think about heat dissipation.
Don’t say that the snow dumpling boss’s body of ice will give heat to the soul, who doesn’t know if it’s hot or not. The server will dissipate heat. It’s not a problem to eat more delicious food to dissipate heat. ——Is it okay to physically cool it down in the tallest forging furnace?
Just talk about this profession, let others do it, don't you!
After the server was put on hold, the Development Committee planned to open up a small block around that nondescript stone mountain. The prototype and framework have been constructed. All that is left is to decorate and allocate a group of poor people to live there.
This place is close to the west gate of the four walls. In the future, there will be a high-speed ring road passing here, so there is no need to worry about the flow of people.
Uncle Warlock's store does not require much traffic at all.
The garrison army and the occurrence committee of Guangtemu accounted for most of the 500 places, and the remaining few people had changed hands several times and sold them for sky-high prices.
Quite unreasonable, but as a whole, it means that only officials can maximize the benefits of the Xiaobawang server. They have the most organized team under their hands, and it is not easy to give up a portion of the quota.
Of course, whether it is official or private, what they buy is just a quota, it's not about the money of the uncle Warlock.