Gourd of Douluo.

Chapter 660: High-end business wars are often plain and simple (Part )

The attack on the black market this time ended with much ado about nothing.

Just when everyone thought that the behemoth of this underground world would erupt in rage, it unexpectedly fell into an unusual silence. This strange behavior left many people confused.

The black market side also had a lot of grievances to offer, as the strength displayed by the attacker Wang this time was far beyond their expectations.

Although the black market, as the overlord of the underground world, seems to be in great glory on weekdays, in the eyes of the real strong, this so-called overlord is nothing more than a slave who does dirty work for the major forces.

Of course, this is a biased statement. After all, to be able to stand firm in the dark world for hundreds of years, there must be some hidden cards.

There is no shortage of top-level independent warriors in the black market, and there are even titled warriors, but at this level, the relationship between individuals and forces is equal.

Asking them to help once requires a lot of favors and costs.

And this time the losses were incredibly low.

After the logistics personnel surveyed the attack site and counted the property losses caused by the attack, they found that the property losses were approximately 500 gold soul coins, and the item with the highest loss value was actually just a safe.

This level of loss can only be found at the end of the attack records among the hundreds of attacks suffered by the black market in the past decade.

For this small loss, he sacrificed a lot of favors and paid a huge price to take revenge on a new noble who had close ties with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and Shrek Academy, and was personally awarded an honor by Emperor Xue Ye.

Not to mention that this young viscount has already transformed his talent into strength. He can remain calm and chat cheerfully in front of Soul Douluo. Even in the entire continent, he can be considered a strong man. Anyone with a normal mind will not take the initiative to offend him.

When doing business, the most important thing is to be able to see clearly and judge the situation.

After discussion, the black market executives of the Tiandou branch unanimously decided to deal with the matter coldly.

It is not uncommon for the black market to be attacked. After all, it is a place where all kinds of people gather. There is no shortage of crazy people and lawless criminals. An attack occurs every ten days or half a month.

The incident passed quickly without anyone discussing it.

The spies hidden in the black market brought the files of Wang Xiaofeng's abilities and strength and presented them to the desks of the leaders of the top forces in a secret and rapid manner.

As a top figure grows, the delicate balance maintained by all parties will inevitably be broken and resources will inevitably be redistributed.

No matter how surprised, suspicious or disdainful these people in power may be, it will not affect Wang Xiaofeng who has already brought Nitia back to the Fengzhu Territory.

When he stepped to the front of the stage and manipulated the situation, it showed that he had the confidence to face anything.

Taking advantage of the night, Wang Xiaofeng and Nitia Tengyun quietly returned to the territory.

Today, Fengzhuling has become a festive ocean, with bright red color embellishing this young town like lanterns.

In order to thank Wang Xiaofeng for his dedication to the public and to congratulate all the patients who were hospitalized due to the fire on their recovery and discharge, the people of Zhufengling spontaneously organized a bonfire party.

Your family contributes two chickens, my family contributes a bag of rice, those who have no money contribute their labor, and every household contributes to the successful holding of this banquet.

In this festive atmosphere, many people unconsciously forget the previous turmoil.

Most of the current residents of Zhufeng Territory followed in Wang Xiaofeng's footsteps and built the territory bit by bit from scratch into its current appearance.

In their opinion, with the current strength of Fengzhu Territory, no matter how powerful the aristocratic forces in the imperial capital are, they still do not pose much threat to Fengzhu Territory. The reason for this confidence is because of their lord who has never disappointed them.

On the streets of the town, there were long buffets, and the dense flow of people and countless cheers gathered together and reached the sky.

The central square was filled with red sky lanterns, and countless candle flames gathered into bright flames, which reflected on the snow, making the open space exceptionally bright.

This is the most lively moment of the bonfire party.

Wang Xiaofeng pulled Nitia into the crowd, and danced in celebration around the huge bonfire with strangers. Looking at the protagonist of the day who appeared quietly, the laughter in the square became even louder, and the atmosphere of the party quickly reached its climax.

The lord dances with the people. This is considered a heinous act in other noble territories, but it is a very common thing in the Wind-Chasing Territory.

Wang Xiaofeng could laugh and joke with anyone without any airs. Everyone respected this young lord from the bottom of their hearts.

The roaring bonfire and the laughter dispelled the chill of the long night.

Until the bonfire gradually became smaller and the last spark went out, everyone said goodbye reluctantly and returned home.

After the bonfire party, Nitia's interest did not diminish. She was not sleepy at all and took Wang Xiaofeng for a stroll on the sparsely populated street.

"Little lunatic, I want to take back my previous evaluation of you. I originally thought you were a hands-off boss who relied entirely on your subordinates, but now, I underestimated you."

A person who doesn't care about anything will only be sidelined by his subordinates. He will not be loved by the people if he only rules by force.

"The best way to govern is to govern by doing nothing." Wang Xiaofeng was not modest.

He did not like the concentration of power in one person. A truly perfect system did not require a lord or king who dominated everyone.

Instead of expecting an omnipotent lord to solve all problems, it is better for everyone to take a step forward.

When you are poor, you should take care of yourself; when you are rich, you should benefit the world; when you are poor, you should not lose your righteousness; when you are rich, you should not deviate from the right path. This is the pride and integrity engraved in the soul that will never be erased.

However, systems need to adapt to the economic base, and it is most taboo to copy them mechanically, not to mention that the productivity of this era is totally insufficient. The result of forced copying will only be to become a laughing stock in history like a certain famous emperor named Wang.

So he used the territory as an experimental field and chose a compromise method, delegating most of the power while ensuring a certain degree of power.

He selected talents in an unconventional way, choosing capable and knowledgeable people from slaves and refugees to fill the grassroots departments to help him manage the territory.

Gref didn't understand Wang Xiaofeng's approach, but he didn't object, because even if something went wrong, his boss had enough power to solve it.

Many problems did arise in the early stages of the new system's operation. Power breeds ambition, and there are many problems such as corruption and power-for-sex transactions.

In just one month, the number of people executed and imprisoned exceeded fifty.

But people have a strong ability to adapt. As time goes by, the people in the territory gradually get used to the territory system and new laws that are different from those outside.

Despite some bumps and bruises, the management system still managed to function.

This attack on the territory cannot be said to be all bad. At least it proves that this new system that is adapted to local conditions is feasible at the moment, even if it is not so satisfactory.

"Unfortunately, a small number of people have begun to worship me as a god, which is not a good thing." Wang Xiaofeng said slowly.

Nitia was startled and asked in confusion: "Why do you say that?"

Wouldn't it be a good thing to be a respected and loved lord?
"It is best to believe in your own strength. Believing in an illusory god is useless. The spiritual construction work in the territory needs to be strengthened." Wang Xiaofeng's eyes were dim. He didn't say anything else and walked forward.

This may be a good thing in the eyes of others, and people's will can become a trend, but he does not think so. From another perspective, isn't this a kind of "slavishness"?

If believing in gods is really useful, then the gods who have existed across heaven and earth for tens of millions of years would not allow evil gods to enter their backyards and cause trouble, and would not even be willing to bestow divine grace upon them.

"This is obviously very convenient for territory management." Nitia shook her head, wondering why she opposed this "management method".

But he is a "little madman" after all. Even if one could suddenly read his mind one day, he would probably be dizzy by his jumping thoughts.

With her hands behind her back, Nitia skipped and followed Wang Xiaofeng's steps. Under the diffuse light, their shadows attracted each other and overlapped.

The next day.

The snow is white and the trees are covered with snow, as if they were wearing a white wedding dress.

The falling snow was getting heavier, but it did not stop the nobles in the city from driving out and heading towards the suburbs.

There is a very high-end private party today, and the newly-appointed nobles are not even qualified to be invited.

Eden Manor has a history of more than 500 years. This manor located outside Tiandou City has experienced the succession of imperial power and still stands today. This is the largest trading point for medicinal materials in the empire. The storage, transfer and large-scale sales of medicinal materials cannot be avoided here.

Compared to Eden Manor, more people like to call it the Golden Paradise, because in terms of wealth alone, the people in power here are not much inferior to the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, which is rich enough to rival a country.

As the owner of Eden Manor, Count Edio's power in Tiandou City can be imagined. Below the emperor are the nobles. After feeding those nobles, he is not afraid of anyone except Emperor Tiandou.

Even though he inherited the title from his ancestors and did not have strong power, the middle and lower-level officials would respectfully address him as the Earl when they saw him.

In the Tiandou Empire, Ediot is definitely a man with great connections.

Recently, a pharmacist accidentally discovered another effect of ecstasy: hallucination. This suddenly pushed this drug, whose price had hardly increased in a hundred years, to the forefront.

Everyone who has tried it says it's good.

Edio immediately saw the huge wealth hidden in the shadow of this drug. This drug was definitely a powerful tool for reaping the wealth of the middle class and the nobility.

There is no way the royal family would let go of such a huge wealth. If he wants to grab a piece of it, he can't do it alone. He needs a large number of allies to be qualified to have a seat at the table.

So today's banquet came about.

Eden Manor covers a large area. Maids walk through the fields in the courtyard, hounds in cages bark loudly, and the manor is fully equipped with trees, lawns, and flowers. Carriages stop in front of the iron gate of the manor. As a guest, it is obviously rude to drive into the manor.

Several servants were welcoming the guests. They checked the invitations and politely let them in. However, from their strong muscles, thick calluses on their hands and the occasional fierce glances, it was obvious that they were not proper waiters.

In the dark, Edio's thugs were chatting.

"It's such a cold day, standing guard outside is torture. I really envy the brothers on duty indoors."

"Indeed, who dares to come to the manor to cause trouble? There are not enough lives to spare."

While they were talking and laughing, they did not notice that the hot air exhaled from their mouths and noses, mixed with some invisible blue mist, was inhaled back into their bodies.

Two thinly dressed people passed by them, clearly out of place among the nobles who were passing by in expensive fur coats. However, neither the waiter who was responsible for checking the invitations nor the sentry who was standing guard in secret reacted and allowed them to enter the manor.

As you enter the gate, the first thing that catches your eye is the winding corridor, with flowers and green trees on both sides, as if you have traveled through time and space back to midsummer.

The end of the corridor suddenly opens up, and one exquisite building after another comes into view, with carved beams and painted rafters, flying eaves and pointed corners. Every brick and tile reveals the weight of history and the exquisite skills of the craftsmen. It can be said to be the culmination of Tiandou garden art.

The nobles walked in groups of three or four, some stopped to admire the beautiful scenery, and some talked in low voices. The two men blended into the crowd, and although their clothes did not fit in with the crowd, it was not the kind of occasion where a fool would jump out and act weird.

Nitia looked around and asked curiously, "I didn't expect that he could get in so easily. How did he do that?"

Wang Xiaofeng said: "Mental guidance and psychological suggestion, combined with a little bit of the recently popular psychedelic powder, well, I slightly improved the formula to enhance the effect."

Nitia rolled her eyes and improved the powder into a potion, but the hallucinogenic effect increased many times.

She only saw Wang Xiaofeng take out a tube of potion and just waved his hand slightly, and dozens of great soul masters who were on guard in the manor were all affected. Such a terrifying effect did not seem to be just a slight strengthening.

Nitia asked in confusion, "Little lunatic, haven't you been tinkering with the pile of scrap metal you picked up from the ruins recently? You're not in the spiritual space either, so how can you have the time to improve the formula, create your own flying soul skills, and optimize the self-destructing water puppet?"

"Of course it is because of it."

Wang Xiaofeng smiled slightly and turned his palm over. With a slight sound of lightning, a miniature "brain" was seen floating above his palm.

This miniature brain is only the size of a human fist, and it contains a crisscross network of metal nerves, with faint flashes of electric light connecting each neural network.

Nitia's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "What is this?!"

Although she didn't know what this thing was, Nitia could feel that it contained complex craftsmanship that was far ahead of its time.

Wang Xiaofeng said: "This is the most valuable core part among the broken copper and iron in the ruins. I restored it to its current appearance according to my own understanding."

The ability to repair this micro-brain was entirely thanks to the primordial fire awakened by the sixth soul ring. Under his delicate manipulation, the core of the instrument was forged and restored to its original appearance to the greatest extent possible.

Even the already destroyed monster arm might not have thought that the "successor" he found casually could restore the most dazzling pearl in the industrial crown of their era with only the pile of rusty machines and the broken and unsystematic fragments of knowledge in the remnants of his own memory.

In the spiritual space, the light golden brain rises and falls in the sea of ​​consciousness composed of spiritual power, slowly nourishing and growing.

Wang Xiaofeng's knowledge is so broad and diverse, and the amount of knowledge is far beyond the imagination of most people.

However, more knowledge is not necessarily better, especially knowledge from different worlds and different eras, which is bound to conflict.

The greatest function of the optical computer is not to enhance combat power, but to organize and calculate.

With the help of the optical computer, the massive amount of knowledge accumulated before can be quickly sorted and classified, and through calculation, analysis and simulation, new knowledge can be continuously derived to nourish oneself.

The spiritual library, which had been silent for several months, was once again injected with new vitality. Countless words and books collided, and either evolved into new books or dissipated.

Compared to running with ordinary electricity as energy in reality, which is also affected by various factors, the optical brain uses mental power in the sea of ​​consciousness to drive it, and its efficiency is more than a thousand times higher.

Although you need to put half of your mental energy into the optical brain to keep it running, it is totally worth it.

At this moment, the optical computer in his palm, after it was projected and reproduced in his sea of ​​consciousness, its value in his hand was only that of a commemorative significance.

Wang Xiaofeng held up the miniature brain in his right palm and placed it in Nitia's hand, saying, "If you can visualize this optical brain in your sea of ​​consciousness, it will be of great benefit to your future cultivation."

Nitia's scalp tingled as she took the small, sophisticated gadget that was only half the size of her palm. She really wanted to travel back half a minute and slap herself to death for bringing up this topic. However, seeing Wang Xiaofeng's unyielding gaze, she could only bite the bullet and put it into the storage bracelet, saying weakly, "Let me try."

"You" Wang Xiaofeng shook his head.

Ever since Nitia broke free from her inner prison and took off the shackles, the pent-up energy in her heart disappeared and she became a little lazy.

Before she finds her life goals again, we need to find something for her to do so that she doesn't become a useless person.

A light mist obscured the figures of the two people, like two ghostly shadows, silently following the crowd all the way.

At the center of the estate is a huge castle.

Walking on the cobblestone road, from a distance, Wang Xiaofeng saw a middle-aged man standing on the third-floor platform of the castle, having a pleasant conversation with several old acquaintances.

The middle-aged man was Count Edio. He had a beard and shiny hair combed back, which was very charming of a middle-aged man.

The person chatting and laughing with him was Prince Snow Star, whom he had not seen for a long time, and standing beside him was Prince Avalanche.

After not seeing each other for a few years, he still looked a bit dandy. Although he maintained aristocratic etiquette, his eyes had already drifted towards the maid who was walking in the hall, revealing her beautiful figure.

Wang Xiaofeng's ears moved slightly, and the voices of several people's conversations came into his ears along with the breeze.

".The Wind Chasing Chamber of Commerce is currently overwhelmed. The purchase of ingredients for the Shrek Academy cafeteria will be temporarily handled by Flanders himself. I have dealt with him before, and stinginess is his biggest flaw. He will definitely cut corners on the ingredients. Then we only need to unite a few prestigious parents of students to question the sanitation of the cafeteria, and then the prince will intervene and set up a third-party monitoring team. In order to prove its innocence, Shrek will not refuse this suggestion."

“Even if Flanders finds a way to get out of trouble later, this incident will sow doubts in everyone’s minds. At this time, we just need to go with the flow, and the temporary regulatory team can be transformed into a permanent regulatory department.”

"If there is one, there will be three. As long as the opening is made, if the subsequent princes want to control Shrek, they only need to start with logistics and slowly infiltrate other departments with money, power and sex. In a few years, they will be able to sideline Flanders and Yu Xiaogang."

Count Ediot rubbed the walnut in his hand, a smile on his face: "Are you satisfied with this gift, Prince?"

After listening to this, Prince Xuexing couldn't help but praise: "As expected of Count Ediot, this method is really eye-opening."

This is not a sophisticated strategy, but the whole process is reasonable and legal and there is nothing wrong with it.

Xue Beng, who was standing next to Prince Xue Xing, was now very excited. He seemed to be imagining that when he appeared in front of Shrek's group as a supervisor, the other party would be incredulous, full of anger, but helpless.

Three red wine glasses collided gracefully in the air, making a pleasant and crisp sound.

"Little lunatic, why did you stop and stand up?" Nitia gathered her thoughts and said, "I have checked all the nobles around, and there is no one on the list."

"Don't worry about the pawns on the list." Wang Xiaofeng raised his head and signaled with his eyes: "Do you see the middle-aged man on the left balcony of the third floor? He is one of the masterminds behind the black market attack on the territory we are looking for."

Nitia squinted her eyes and took a closer look. "The distance is a bit far. I have never tried to read minds at this distance. The effect may not be satisfactory."

After saying that, he closed his eyes, and a hidden spiritual wave surged out of his body, rushing towards the castle in the distance at a high speed.

Count Edio was having a pleasant conversation with Prince Snowstar. From the corner of his eye he inadvertently noticed the ring on his finger flashing an enchanting red light. His face suddenly changed and he immediately found an excuse to interrupt the conversation and left in a hurry, leaving Prince Snowstar and Prince Avalanche behind with some doubts.

Edio trotted down the corridor of the castle with a gloomy look on his face, "Damn it, I knew those sewer bugs wouldn't miss this opportunity."

Hidden behind his wealth that rivals that of a country are countless bones. I wonder how many people would like to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

The ring on his middle finger was a special soul guide that he had bought at an auction house at a high price a few years earlier. Not only could it resist three mental attacks a day, but it would also flash red light to alert the wearer when under attack.

Mental attacks are covert and difficult to detect, but since he got this ring, it has helped him dodge knives in the dark countless times.

Count Edio walked into the bedroom and twisted the mechanism on the table. With a heavy roar, the huge self-portrait on the wall began to flip, revealing a tunnel leading underground.

As he walked into the tunnel, the mechanism in the bedroom returned to its original state.

After passing through the long tunnel and arriving at the safe house, Ediol finally felt a little safe.

A substitute will temporarily attend the banquet, while he goes from light to covert to catch the little mice that have sneaked into the castle one by one.

Orders began to be transmitted from the safe house.

After watching Count Ediot leave, Wang Xiaofeng turned to look at Nitia and asked, "How is it?"

Nitia opened her eyes and shook her head: "It seems that something is interfering with my ability. I can't hear clearly, but this Count Ediot seems to be secretly connected with the Spirit Hall."

A huge amount of information was deduced in the optical brain. After a while, the golden light disappeared from Wang Xiaofeng's eyes: "Combined with the known information, it is speculated that in the next five years, the Spirit Hall will definitely stir up unrest in the Tiandou Empire."

"That's impossible." Nitia said, counting on her fingers, "With the precedent of the Haotian Sect, as long as the Spirit Hall makes a move, the Qibao Liuli Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family will definitely join forces, and the royal family will not sit idly by. Your speculation is too outrageous."

"It depends on how many cards the Spirit Hall has hidden in its hands after so many years of planning."

The surrounding water vapor began to condense, forming a thick fog that enveloped the entire castle.

Wang Xiaofeng said calmly: "Let's go, don't keep the host waiting too long, I don't want to play the cat and mouse game in such a big castle."