Dragon Race: Dragon of Eternal Time

Chapter 100 The Dragon King Goes Out to Make Soy Sauce

"Thank you Mo Shi! My uncle broke the toilet seat, and my aunt told me to go out and buy a new one. Let's talk later!" Lu Mingfei's reply came immediately.

"Go, go." Mo Shi chuckled, it seemed that Lu Mingfei was subdued by his aunt, and whenever he was at home, he had to arrange errands, unlike himself...

"Mo Shi! The soy sauce at home is almost used up, and there will be no more for cooking at night. You go out and make a bottle." The mother's voice suddenly sounded from downstairs, penetrated the ceiling of the first floor, and reached Mo Shi's ears , "Don't play computer games on it early in the morning!"

"Okay, I got it!" Mo Shi responded loudly, "Go now!"

No matter how powerful and noble his true identity is, in the eyes of his parents, he will always be a child.

"This slap in the face came so quickly..." Mo Shi laughed at himself indifferently, packed up and went out.

Once downstairs, Mo Shi met Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei was taken aback, and asked in surprise, "Brother Mo Shi, where are you going?"

"My mother asked me to go out to make soy sauce." Mo Shi smiled very cheekily, without feeling embarrassed at all.

"Coincidentally, let's take a walk along the way!" Lu Mingfei said.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei's cell phone rang, and he opened it, and one of them was a birthday greeting from Chu Zihang, "Happy birthday, Chu Zihang." It was very concise, as if Chu Zihang's face was paralyzed. Face.

Another one is from Chen Wenwen.

"Lu Mingfei, what happened last time was that we were wrong. I'm sorry. I'm Chen Wenwen. Today at 11:30 noon, the Literature Society is having dinner at Sophie Lad's Pizza Restaurant. If you receive a text message, please call Moshi to come together."

Seeing something wrong with Lu Mingfei's face, Mo Shi asked aloud, "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Lu Mingfei was silent for a moment: "It's a text message from Chen Wenwen, she told us to go to the literary club's dinner at 11:30 noon...the last time it was so unpleasant, how could she still invite us...Brother Mo Shi, Do you think we will go or not?"

"Of course we're going, no matter what their purpose is, if we don't go, don't people think we're afraid?" Mo Shi said with a smile, "Come if you have anything to do."

The main reason is that the soy sauce at home is not in a hurry, otherwise Mo Shi would not bother to pay attention to them.

"Okay!" Lu Mingfei nodded, and replied to Chen Wenwen with "Okay".

At the same time, Mo Shi and Lu Mingfei were separated by eleven time zones in the United States, located in the headquarters of Cassel College in Illinois.

Although it was very late at night, the central control room on the second floor of the library was still brightly lit.

Manstein stood in front of the virtual earth model. This earth model was projected in 3D and was five meters high. It was completely scaled down according to the real earth, and it was impeccably accurate.

He waved his hand lightly, and the earth quickly rotated to the position he wanted to observe.

This feeling is very strange, as if God is playing with the planet he created at will, and it makes people feel the pleasure of having supreme authority in their own hands.

However, there was no emotion on Manstein's face that could be called "pleasure". Instead, it was extremely painful, and it could even be said that life was worse than death.

There were as many as seven red dots flickering on the surface of the faint blue "Earth". The piercing sirens echoed repeatedly in his mind, torturing his fragile nerves.

The sounds that tormented him were far more than that. The central control room was also filled with the sound of high-speed typing on the keyboard, the hiss of the printer working, and the click of the mechanical cipher machine translating secret messages, which made his head explode.

These were the norm in this control room, and Manstein was the unlucky guy tonight, and it was his turn to be on duty.

As many as seventy experts and interns work here, and each of them faces several terminals at the same time.

The secretary of the college, the supercomputer named "Norma", transmits all the information related to the college from all over the world, and in the end, it needs manpower to analyze and make decisions one by one. The central control room is the think tank of the college.

"The commissioner of our executive department intercepted a smuggling plane over Peru. It contained precious alchemy equipment from Egypt in 700 BC. The situation has been completely controlled by them!" An intelligence officer wearing a black suit uniform wore on his head. With a thick pitch-black headset, he said hoarsely at an extremely fast speed, "They are making an emergency landing, and they are asking the headquarters for immediate rescue!"

"Damn it! Immediately send the commissioner nearby to respond!" Manstein waved his hand.

"Da da da da!" sounded, and a pair of long white legs ran up to Manstein. The beautiful secretary said hurriedly, "Professor, please sign an urgent bill! The commissioner in Greece is waiting for 7 dollars." The action funds are credited into the account."

"7 US dollars?!" Manstein's eyes burst open, "This is not a small sum, let him make a formal report!"

"It's too late...they're dealing with gangsters."

"We are not terrorists! We are colleges! We are educators! What good deal do we have with gangsters?" Manstein said angrily with veins on his forehead.

"They have tracked down several cases related to Deadpool. The gangsters know some inside information. The Commissioner in Greece believes that Deadpool must be caught before the local police." The secretary did not take a breath, "The situation is very urgent. Both sides have given guns If the money is not received within the stipulated time...the other party will think it is a fraud, and a fight is inevitable!"

Manstein frowned, and wanted to say something. A financial expert with a nervous expression rushed to him: "5 minutes ago, OPEC announced to raise the price of crude oil!"

"What did you say?! Say it again!" Manstein felt his head spinning.

Under the proposal of President Angers and signed by Manstein, the college bought crude oil futures with a large amount of money, and even used more than 12 billion US dollars in reserves.

"5 minutes ago, OPEC announced to increase the price of crude oil..." The financial expert broke out in a cold sweat, "If we don't sell it in time, we will suffer huge losses."

"How much is the huge loss?" Manstein held on to the table to prevent himself from falling down.

"A conservative estimate may reach [-] million..." The financial expert wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

Manstein almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, "Shut up!" Signed his name on the female secretary's bill, and ordered the financial expert: "Throw it away! Throw it all!"

In front of [-] million US dollars, the [-] US dollars seemed insignificant, and he didn't care about that much anymore. Tonight, he was a person with hundreds of millions of dollars in one sentence. Is it necessary to be angry about the mere [-] US dollars?
hell!What an unlucky night!
(End of this chapter)