Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 452 I am at the bottom (33)

Mo City now adopts a unified distribution system, where everyone is allocated according to their needs, and the contributed labor can be exchanged for points, which can then be exchanged for bigger muscles from Lin Yuan.

Moreover, the people of Wanxiang do not need food. Looking at the muscles of Zancheng and others every day is entertainment for them. A group of people do nothing but construction every day, which is also the reason for the rapid development of Mocheng.

Therefore, the Tianxiang Sect cannot succeed here.

According to Lin Yuan's idea, the best way is to get in touch with other cities in the exile area, and then investigate the markets there to see if good foreign trade can be established, and ultimately allow the Tianxiang Sect to gain a foothold here.

If this doesn't work, then we can only consider letting the Tianxiang Sect enter Jiuzhou and find a remote place in Jiuzhou to develop.

Finding that she had no other good ideas for the time being, Zhang Ting could only go into the restaurant she often visited.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt a hot breath coming towards me.

The air was mixed with a strong smell of alcohol. A small door curtain separated the inside and outside of the restaurant, bringing a rare sense of homeliness.

Although people in Vientiane don't need to eat or drink, they sometimes feel hungry and call their friends to go to a restaurant to eat and drink to relax themselves.

As soon as I entered, I heard the familiar shopkeeper shouting, "Senior Zhang, how come you are free today? Isn't Elder Lin coming with you?"

"He's busy thinking about something and can't come over." Zhang Ting said with a smile, "See if there's anything good to eat today. I'll pack it up and bring it back for him."

"Okay. By the way, do you have any more spices from the Tianxiang Sect? I want to buy some more. They are really good for cooking."

"Yes, I'll have Ning Shuang send someone to bring some to you later."

The spices of Tianxiang Sect are one of the secularized products of Tianxiang Sect. After the foodie Lin Yuan discovered that the spices of Tianxiang Sect can greatly enhance the taste of food, he immediately put it into practice here, and the results were gratifying.

However, these spices are either expensive, or the raw materials are hard to find, or they are too strong for ordinary people to afford. Therefore, only people in Vientiane or wealthy people can enjoy them, and there is still a long way to go before they can be promoted.

Zhang Ting ordered a pot of sweet wine and a large pot of sweet and sour pork. While eating, he thought about what the Tianxiang Sect could do.
The sweet and sour pork that the shopkeeper brought only had a small amount of Tianxiang Sect's spices, but even so, the food was so delicious that Zhang Ting, who was full of thoughts, could eat it happily.

In fact, he already had an idea in his mind, but this idea was too unscrupulous, so he was embarrassed to say it.

After all, after coming into contact with "Simulated Mo City 2" and feeling the feelings of the lower-class people in it, his mentality has changed.

It’s okay to cause trouble, but don’t cause trouble to your own people.

If you have to deal with your own people, then try to make everyone happy in the end.

In this way, one can satisfy one's desire to cause trouble and complete the task at the same time, which means everyone is happy.

However, it is extremely difficult to do so, so he is also struggling with how to do it beautifully.

Halfway through his meal, he suddenly noticed that the noise in the restaurant suddenly stopped.

Looking up, he saw a pot-bellied man walking in.

The other person is obviously not a native of Mo City, because almost everyone in the local area looks the same and has an incredibly good figure, it is impossible for him to be like this.

It was freezing cold outside, but this man was bare-chested, wearing a yellow gown with a tattered pocket hanging around his waist, and his body was covered in sweat.

After sitting down, he picked up a small fan and fanned himself, then slapped the table and shouted, "Waiter, serve the tea."

When the waiter brought the tea, he exhaled and said, "It's so hot. By the way, what do you have here..."

"Any dishes you recommend? Yes, I do."

Just as the waiter was about to ask what was here, the fat man slammed the table and shouted, "Do I look like a rich man? I asked you what leftovers you have, I'll take them all!"

“…That’s not the case.”

"Forget it, is there any free food here?" "We don't have that either."

Staring at the waiter, the fat man showed a fierce look on his face and said cruelly: "Really? I beg you, just give me some."

"No... Sir, your expression and tone don't match."

"I've never been good at asking for help from others, and this is the expression I make when I do." The fat man said fiercely.

“But we really don’t have any here.”

Looking at this person, Zhang Ting felt that he was quite interesting.

Moreover, Zhang Ting could sense a sense of trouble-making from the other party, which made him feel that it might be a good idea to get to know the other party.

So, he raised his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist, if you don't mind, come over and have a meal with us."

"I don't mind, I don't mind!"

The fat man immediately moved over and said to Zhang Ting, "My fellow Taoist, I'm sorry to have cost you so much. Waiter, can I have a bowl of rice, please?"

The rice was served, but he did not eat it. Instead, he looked at Zhang Ting expectantly.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Ting said, "Daoyou, eat."

"It's okay. I'm not hungry yet. You eat first. When there's only some oil left, I'll serve it with rice."

Looking at the fat man, Zhang Ting felt that he was really interesting.

Although he looked vicious, he was very humble in doing things. This contrast made Zhang Ting feel that he was a really wonderful person.

Putting down his chopsticks, Zhang Ting asked curiously, "Where are you from, fellow Taoist? I haven't seen you before."

"To be honest, I am Shi Feng, the head of the Anping Sect in Mo City. I came here..."

"Get it for me!"

At a command, more than a dozen Vientiane people immediately rushed over and pressed the fat man down layer by layer.

Being attacked by someone, the fat man was horrified and shouted quickly: "I am the leader of Anping Sect, I am an envoy of the upright faction, you can't do this!"

"I'm going to catch you! I've lived in Anping Sect for so long, how could I not know what the Sect Master looks like! Come here, follow me to Anping Sect, I'll let you die knowingly!"

When he found that he couldn’t explain himself clearly, the fat man became angry.

He pulled off the bag hanging around his waist and was about to use the magic weapon when he suddenly felt his arm become unusually heavy.

Turning his head in astonishment, he saw that Zhang Ting had already activated the talisman. Talismans appeared on his arms, each weighing a thousand pounds.

The opponent was not only an excellent magician, but also a very cautious person. He first bound one of his arms, and then the other hand and body.

In just a few breaths, a large number of talismans wrapped around his entire body, making him unable to move.

Pulling up the fat man with a deathly pale face, Zhang Ting sneered and said, "With such strength, you still have the nerve to say that you are the head of the sect."

"...Fellow Daoist, is it possible that it's not that I'm too weak, but that you're too strong?"

"Stop flattering me. I am the last one in the Wanfa Sect. Don't I know my strength?"

"My fellow Daoist, is there a possibility that even if you are at the bottom of the Wanfa Sect, you are still much stronger than an ordinary foundation-building cultivator!"

(End of this chapter)