Son of the Tower

Chapter 293 Everything Is an Extension of Business
The headquarters of Tainan New Media Group is in the [-]th District, outside the aftermath of the explosion, so the security guards in the building are very lucky. After all, the boss just came over and said that the bonus has been tripled in the past three days. Really uncommon.

But they stopped laughing soon, because a snow leopard fell from the sky, he glanced at the paper in his hand, and then handed it to them.

Du Leon the lion and his companion, the security guard of the Luo Henuo rhino looked at the address on the paper in a daze.

Tainan New Media Group Headquarters, Block [-] South of New Liming Square, District [-].

Yes, that's right, it's here... Wait a minute why the legendary Lord of the Tower is here!What is he here for? !

Dullion Lion looked at his colleague, and the latter with horns picked up his mobile phone and showed the content on the screen to the former.

Isn't this the Weibo ranking list?

Top of the list: The tower frenziedly used pulse bombs to destroy a large number of citizens' electronic objects.

Second place: The chief is a mentally handicapped snow leopard.

Third place: The call for compensation from the tower is gradually rising.

Fourth place: Can the legend be sold to pay off the debt?

Grass is a kind of plant, this thing belongs to me?The old man upstairs is dead.

Muttering to himself, the Lion Dullion opened the door: "Your Excellency Legend, they are all upstairs, I swear."

"Thank you. I am very happy that you can understand my job. If you lose this job because of this, I think I can introduce you to a new job. Remember to come to the tower to find me." He left his own to the two security guards. After receiving his business card, Mars happily walked into the green area in front of the building.

Then Myers saw someone come out of the building, dressed again as a security guard, but wearing a hat that clearly represented class.

You see, man-made classes are everywhere, and people are divided into golden sections from birth to death.

"How did you come in!" After he finished speaking, he got closer to Mars, so what he wanted to say next was stopped by his own closed mouth.

Mars smiled: "I'm from the tower, and I want to meet Mr. Jian."

Mr. Jian, full name Jianzheng Saburo, is an old Sidao, a standard royal family background.

"Mr. Jian is on the top floor, do you need me to lock the flying platform on the roof for you?" The chief of the security guards smiled reluctantly, but he still found a balance between losing his job or losing his life.

So Mars repeated what he just said about introducing the job, and then gave him a business card.

"I'll wait for you at the tower now." After speaking, this man began to take off his black suit while running.

As expected of an action-oriented Mister Human.Mars sighed and walked into the hall.

"Hello, sir, do you have an appointment?" the girl at the front desk finished speaking without raising her head, and then turned around bewildered by her colleague's wide-eyed expression.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Jian, which elevator I want to take."

"Any, whatever, any one will do!" The suppression of the blood and the inconvenient details made the two little sheep girls almost cry.

There is no way, after all, the fifth hot search article has become that the butcher from the tower is invading the headquarters of the new media group.

You see, what is advancing with the times?

Mars smiled and used his psychic power to conjure two flowers, and crossed them in front of the two lambs: "I came in a hurry, and I didn't bring a gift, so please don't signal, two young ladies."

Walking into the elevator that just got off, Mars picked up the phone: "Meng Zou, did you get the guy with the two bionic cows?"

"The courier team has finished recovering him, this guy really knows how to play."

"It's a good time. You see, human beings have reconquered gravity, the brain can be digitized, and even cows can be customized." At this point, Mars stretched out his hand, and as the elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor, Mars, who has the spiritual power of the wall, looked at everyone in the corridor expressionlessly until they emptied the rifle bullets in their hands.

"Are you looking for death? Is there no psyker to stop me?" Mars asked with a smile.

After finally mustering up their courage, the people in black screamed and ran away.

Mars waved his hand, the elevator couldn't move anymore, so Mars stepped out of the elevator, and then continued up through the stairs.

"Someone attacked you just now?" Meng Zou asked with a curious smile on the phone.

"Yeah, as far as courage is concerned, they are worthy of their salary." Mars said here and heard Meng Zou's reminder: "Now the fifth hot search item has been replaced by the inexplicable ogre king who is paying [-] layers approaching."

"Very good, I like it very much." Mars smiled and caught a grenade with his left hand, watching the sparks of the explosion finally annihilated under the shackles of psionic energy, Mars waved his hand and scattered all the ashes.

Walking up to the eighteenth floor, Mars patted the stunned man in black with his left hand: "Next time, don't use defensive grenades, the explosion is too powerful, and you will be killed as well."

"You are such a bad person. He wants to kill you, but you are still thinking about him."

"Why do they do this kind of work? It's not to make money to support their families. For such people, I still don't want to kill them too much. After all, everyone is just a poor person struggling to survive in this world." As Mars said, he tore open the identification panel of the firewall and connected the wire end to the phone.

Not long after, good news came from Meng Zou: "The firewall has been cracked, he is still on the top floor, and the fourth most searched is the despicable and shameless snow leopard killer who is destroying the firewall."

"As expected of Mr. Four Islands, even if he is angry, he speaks so elegantly." Mars trotted to the twentieth floor while complaining.

Looking at the arc-shaped anti-personnel mines that swelled and deformed in front of him and finally began to spread prefabricated fragments, Mars whistled, this land is really nothing new.

"Can't you take a look at your feet?" Meng Zou had obviously controlled the camera.

"See if that carpet has become a form of history." Mars asked as he went upstairs, "How is the hot search going?"

"On the third floor, Mars House passed the mine trap without injury."

Myers laughed and ran all the way up to the 24th floor, and then he stopped because an old man was pouring tea for him.

"He is the real behind-the-scenes messenger of the new media group." Meng Zou introduced this old man with wrinkles on his face to Mars: "Except for one face, it is all artificial."

Mars took the teacup and drank the hot tea in one gulp: "It's delicious, it's Longjing."

"Yes, it's Longjing. Mr. Mars is really quick to talk. The Masaburo you are looking for is waiting for you on the top floor. I have bad legs, so I can only watch him off." After the old man finished speaking, he patted his leg ——What kind of wheelchair do you sit in?

Mars smiled, and at the same time heard the new news from Meng Zou.

"You are on the second list, and Mr. Mars is approaching the top floor." Meng Zou said.

Mars came to the top floor with brisk steps. There were already omnics waiting in front of the door, and they opened the door for Mars.

"This door is a whole board, at least 300 years old. I began to like this set of forceful theories of capitalism, because you have airborne to the top of the list."

"Really." Mars walked around the huge office with a smile. Behind the desk, a thin middle-aged man stood in front of the glass window, holding a cup of coffee in his hand: "The chief of the supreme tower is here Arriving at the top floor of my loyal new media group at this moment, sir, you see, if we can serve you to offset our arrogance... then do you think it is okay."

"No problem, Mr. Jian, it would be even better if you could come up with something more honest." Mars walked in front of him.

"Of course." The middle-aged man with a golden feather smiled and took out a note: "It's their account number for transferring money. Does this make you feel our sincerity?"

Mars smiled, but said nothing.

The middle-aged man nodded and took out a bank card: "The New Media Group feels the same for the loss of the tower. This is a small way of expressing my apology for your loss of reputation. I believe the group will donate soon. It will be entered into the account of the tower."

This time, Mars smiled and held out his hand.

"Happy cooperation." The middle-aged man smiled and shook hands with Mars: "New Media Group will never let you down, Mr. Gaota Chief."

(End of this chapter)