I'm Still Too Weak with Sss Talent at the Start

"Are your legs numb?"

"Ah... um... a little..."

"So, sitting for a long time is like this, you have to get up and move more."

"..." Lan Lan pursed her lips and said nothing.

"I'm going to the toilet, you wait for me at the door." After saying hello, Tang Zheng walked away from the crowd.

But the direction to go is not the toilet.

But...

"Sir! You can't go there, this is Mr. Smith's exclusive lounge." An attendant stood at the door and stopped Tang Zheng.

Smith, the singer of this classical music, was the star man that Tang Zheng encountered when he entered the civilization hub city in the afternoon.

He was quite popular during the Renaissance.Although he is from the fourth district, many people support him under the banner of art without borders.

"Which department do you belong to?" Tang Zheng asked the attendant.

He looked expensive in a fine tuxedo.On the contrary, the attendant at the door was a little nervous.

"I'm the new supervisor. I'll discuss something with Mr. Smith." Tang Zheng took out an ID card, swung it around in front of the attendant, and took it back.

The attendant didn't see it clearly, but he didn't dare to say 'please let me check your work permit again' anyway.

"You're not smart at all, you don't have to go to work tomorrow." Tang Zheng glanced at him coldly and paused.

Immediately added.

"No, you can go now."

"Ah...this...I..."

"Do you want me to contact your boss and let him be fired with you?" Tang Zheng's eyes were sharp, at least in terms of his aura, he was very much like an official.

Attending an ordinary commoner, seeing Tang Zheng's arrogance, how could he withstand this kind of intimidation.

Leaning slightly behind Tang Zheng, he left quickly, returned to the workshop, and handed over the work to another steward.

"I can't do a little thing well. I have long felt that this newcomer is not good, and I don't know which master I offended." The colleagues in the work room looked at the back of the attendant leaving, and after a few sarcastic words, took him and put him on the Keys on the table, strolled to Smith's lounge.

At the same time, Tang Zheng pushed in the door.

After 5 minutes, he walked out of the room again, looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, he straightened his clothes, put on his black top hat, and left quickly.

Two hours later, the new servant, who noticed that something was wrong, knocked on the door and asked a few times. After getting no answer, he opened the door in the lounge with the key.

Immediately, he rushed out with a pale face and shouted.

"Call the police!! Mr. Smith died in the lounge!!!"

The screams drew the head of the opera house.

Under the repeated questioning of the person in charge, he stammered.

"Yes, I am responsible for Mr. Smith... No... I didn't kill it!! I am not the waiter in charge of Mr. Smith tonight... That waiter offended a certain master and was fired."

"...Yes... That's right... Before Mr. Smith's accident... I was indeed guarding the door of the room, but it really wasn't me... Boss, listen to my explanation..."

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into the night.

Tang Zheng leaned on the fat down pillow, one hand behind his head, and the other hand turned on the light curtain.

The Venice Hotel is the most high-end hotel in the civilization hub city, and it takes 1000 virtual coins to settle in for one night.

But the service provided is really good.

Stewed steak and potatoes, as well as hot chocolate milk with a mellow and unique taste, fluffy white bedding, made of high-grade animal feathers.

This hotel also has a central air supply system, which is operated alternately by several workers throughout the night. The clean outdoor night air is pumped into each room through a hand-operated mechanical shaft.

While isolating mosquitoes, you can also freely breathe fresh air and a sleep-friendly breeze.

"It's nice to have money." Tang Zheng sighed slightly.

Lan Lan fell asleep on the other bed early, and his fingertips tapped on the light curtain several times.

After finding the prophet's id, he traded some sensitive and important evidence.

Soon, the hair came with a sign requesting a call.

As soon as Tang Zheng answered, he heard Lin Xian shouting incredulously from the other end.

"Low-key giant, where did you get all these evidences? My mother... I really didn't expect that someone in the cabinet would secretly collude with the fourth district!! Tell Smith all the information in the city, and let him speak. Let me tell you! The purpose of this is to prevent some light curtains from intercepting talented players and intercepting confidential conversations..."

"Shh." Tang Zheng glanced at Lan Lan who was sleeping, and said silently.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry... I'm too excited." Lin Xian lowered his voice: "As long as these powerful evidences are released, all these cabinets will have to be replaced by a group of people! I don't need to do anything. Facing this kind of traitor, the city will The people here will spontaneously put pressure on them!"

"Change a group of people?" Tang Zheng chuckled and shook his head, "No, don't you think about being in power by yourself?"

At first, Tang Zheng gave up the position of the city owner. One was that he was too troublesome, and he didn't have enough time to develop his civilization, so he still managed the city?

Compared with being in power, Tang Zheng prefers to be free alone.