Demon Change the Earth

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2005 is coming, and now it is cold winter season, but the new city is still warm as spring, the old city has been snowed for several times, but the old city is still unchanged.

No matter how beautiful things look for a long time, they will become "not beautiful", and no matter how shocking and unthinkable things, they will become accustomed to them after a long time.

The clouds are too monotonous, and they are simply "boring." The same is true of the seven-color beams of light, one in the morning, one at noon, and one at night. The cycle is so precise, just like a computer program.

Now, no one is fascinated by this magnificence and weirdness, but it has become a way of distinguishing and fun.

A way to distinguish between outsiders and locals, and to appreciate the various embarrassing pleasures of Tubaozi.

Resorts and landscapes are a must-visit project for outsiders, but they have spawned a lucrative industry. Black tour guides and black-hearted vendors came into being. There are new cities, old cities, sequencers, and ordinary people.

The old-style inns and hotels have revived, and the black shops in the taverns and special pits "soil buns" are flourishing. Those high-ranking sequencers originally didn't look down on these. Unexpectedly, the benefits of this will become more and more amazing. In the lower part of the body, he keenly participated, mixing the water up even more, and the later it developed, the scale was also huge. Until today, it has become a trend of unspoken rules.

Regarding this, whether it is a sequencer or an ordinary person, whether it is a new city or an old city, it is generally accepted and appreciated, and it is called "tuition".

As a result, the phenomenon of regional discrimination has become more and more serious. Jiangcheng has already regarded himself as a "superior person". Other provinces, cities and regions, even if they come to Beijing, are all rubbish.

The soil buns want to beg for a living in Jiangcheng, how can they do without paying some "tuition"?

Therefore, most people feel at ease about this, but Jiang Cheng's reputation has become less and less, and it has become a trend that many outsiders hate.

It’s just that, no matter how much I hate it, the one who should come is still to come. The special zone has advantages and opportunities that other regions don’t have.

The number of outsiders has not decreased at all, and there is an increasing trend. Resources and talents from all over the country are constantly gathering here, making the market more and more prosperous, new things and new styles are emerging in an endless stream, new developments and new economies are even more rapid.

"Master, Master, I have inquired. It turns out that there is a big boss who has been promoted. Sequence 7, the caster, is celebrating over there, and a group of foreign devils and'Terminators' have arrived..."

In a small wood, a simple camp is busy with more than a dozen men and women. Some of them are drying animal skins and spiritual grass, some are washing and mending, some are polishing and maintaining weapons, and sequencers are only a few. Most of them are old and weak women and children.

A smart and jumpy teenager rushed into the camp and came to the big man sitting in the middle of the camp. He said, and gestured with excitement, like a monkey.

The man stopped wiping the weapon, his bearded face lifted up, his eyes staring like copper bells: "Sequence 7?"

"Yeah, yeah, there are so many big people, the carriage is driven far away, and the gift is taken out, all...Master, when will we be able to get ahead? Isn't it said that Jiangcheng will have a good life!? "

"Don't talk about these useless things, I'll ask you, what kind of roots is the other party, can they recruit people!?"

The young man suffocated his mouth when he heard it, and sat down somewhat frustrated, picked up a wooden stick, and set aside the fire, and said, "Master, stop dreaming. We are all like beggars, even if they recruit people. I won't want it."

"You bastard!" The big man wanted to fight, and rolled a few meters away like a young monkey. He jumped up and made faces at him, shouting: "Originally, we didn't even have a place to live, and we hid from the police every day. It's not a beggar, but...Oh, it hurts, it hurts!"

The boy's ears were twisted by a sturdy woman, twisted a half circle, lifted up, and yelled in a broken gong-like voice: "Little bastard, who do you say is a beggar, huh!?"

"I, I, I'm a beggar, Aunt Wu, you're a big master, don't screw it up, oops, my ears fell out, they fell out."

"You have no conscience, you don't think you are too ugly or poor, you think you are still the rich second generation..."

One more person came back while the one was fighting.

What came back was a sturdy young man in a short suit and a standard [fighting master] dress. With a happy face, he went straight to the big man and said: "Master, good news, the Holy See is "recruiting", and less!"

The sturdy man stared again when he heard it, and asked, "Really, when, what?"

"Right now, there is no limit to the number of places, nor to the hukou. Sequencers can bring their family members, pay generously, and provide role-playing positions."

"So good? Wouldn't you be a bodyguard for the Muggle Councillor again?"

"No, this time I'm going to open up a new town, with the pastor sent by the Holy See."

"What, leaving Jiangcheng?" The big man's interest was greatly reduced, his body relaxed, and he sat down again.

"Master, although Jiangcheng is good, there is no place for us. The competition here is too fierce. We are foreigners and we can't even meet the minimum requirements for naturalization."

"...Forget it, what to open up a new base? Isn't it..." The big man glanced at the women and children in the camp~www.ltnovel.com~ Isn't it the same as before? Too hard and too dangerous. "

"Master, we have been here for more than a month. If we drag on, we will really be exhausted. We can't play and have no livelihood. If this continues, the curse is coming. It is time to make up our minds. The power of the Holy See is great. There are a lot of resources. This time the development site is still in northern Hunan. It will be different in a few days. It will be other provinces. You should know what other provinces are like.

What the young man said was reasonable. The women and children in the camp stopped and remained silent. The atmosphere became depressed, and even the young man calmed down.

The big man sighed and said, "Isn't tomorrow the day when the House of Commons is completed? Look at the situation, if there is still no chance..."

"What does the general election of the House of Commons matter to us, even naturalization..."

"That's it. If you see the result tomorrow, maybe there will be a chance."

"Tomorrow will not necessarily be the development point in Xiangbei, Master, you... okay, okay, wait one more day, wait another day."

The young people left, and the camp returned to normal. Men, women and children, both old and young, were working hard, producing crude and trivial gadgets, exchanging them, and using this meager income to support the daily expenses of this small group.

The big man was a little depressed. The young man returned to him and sat down. He fiddled with the fire pond for a long time. He said for a long time, "Although Liang Yuan is good, it is not the hometown of long love. Master, Jiangcheng people are too bad. The melons are all the same, I don't like it, let's leave."

"What do you kid know? Jiang Cheng has the opportunity and resources. You don't want to be a sequencer. It's at least ten times more difficult elsewhere than here."

"Anyway, I don't want to stay here anymore. I hide myself every day... The big deal is that I will seek refuge in the Holy See of Light and become a pastor."

"Little bastard, dare you, see if I won't peel you off!"