Douluo: Invincible since being captured by Qian Renxue

In a remote alley, in a home-cooked restaurant, there was only one customer.

In front of him, there was a pile of clean plates.

This is the vest of Wen Xiaren..., Wen Chengtian.

Wen Xiaren didn't go far. He just walked around the city a few times and finally came to this restaurant to eat.

This strange city has been paralyzed on one side.

The other side is still functioning normally, and even has a kind of abnormal prosperity.

Countless brave people and curiosity seekers came from all over the world to watch the dark smoke screen.

The locals fled in a hurry, while outsiders poured in, creating a strange balance.

Wen Xiaren envied this guy. He didn't have to worry about getting fat no matter how he ate.

The grains will maintain fat within a reasonable standard and convert the rest into muscle.

After eating for a full two hours, the grains stopped eating.

Eating so meticulously, no useful nutrients are wasted.

There is not a shred of meat or a bit of marrow left on the bones, and the dogs will cry when they see them.

Wen Xiaren is rich, but Ma Jia has no money.

But he doesn't want to eat the king's meal.

The shop owner was advertising to him live, and for this reason, he specially cleared the place and allowed all customers to leave without paying their bills.

"Today, a warrior from the land of mutation came to our Tan's home-cooked restaurant. Yes, he is the one who was in the news just now..."

The shopkeeper was talking endlessly into his cell phone,

"You see, how delicious and clean he eats, which is enough to prove how delicious our dishes are. Friends who live nearby are welcome to place orders online."

"The male god is so pitiful. He must have been hungry in there for too long. The dogs can't even chew the bones as clean as him. The end is really terrible. We must not spread it..." A waitress stared at Wen Chengtian intently. He said pitifully.

"Okay, new sister, close your eyeballs quickly, or they will fall out." The young man next to him said sourly.

Wen Xiaren saw that the vest was full and was about to get up and leave.

At this moment, an old man wearing a sunhat walked into the store, followed by a delicate girl of eighteen or nineteen years old.

"This should be Mr. Wen, right?" The old man did not sit down to eat, but walked to Wen Chengtian.

"Is something wrong?"

"of course."

Ten minutes later, Wen Xiaren found out that the old man Hui Zhengcheng was one of the top ten groups in the alliance. He was the current CEO of Huitong Group, also known as CEO.

The maximum resources that such a person can mobilize are in the tens of billions.

"We at Huitong Group sincerely invite Mr. Wen to join us. We have now recruited eleven warriors, set up a specialized laboratory, and invested a research fund of 150 billion alliance coins..."

"What research results do you have?" Wen Xiaren asked directly.

Hui Zhengcheng did not refuse, smiled and waved, and the girl next to him handed a document to the dining table.

Wen Xiaren opened it and saw various research results densely written on it.

As he expected, these large groups have studied the internal strength in detail these days, and have basically explored the surface features.

"Internal forces can only be sensed by the human body and cannot be directly observed by any existing instruments and tools."

"Internal power can be transmitted to each other, and multiple people can accumulate together. The number is based on the warrior's own induction, and is calculated by volume."

"There is no public standard for the unit of measurement."

"Inner power can do many incredible things, cure many diseases of the human body, and speed up the recovery of the human body..."

However, the two issues he was most concerned about, the conversion relationship between internal strength and energy, and those who were born without distracting thoughts, were not mentioned in this document.

Wen Xiaren said directly: "Do you know the concept of martial arts talent?"

"I know, it is said that the fewer distracting thoughts, the higher the martial arts talent. The laboratory is studying this. According to the rich director of the laboratory, after the research is successful, we can mass-produce such people." Hui Zhengcheng said confidently.

Mass manufacturing?

Wen Xiaren discovered the gap between himself and professionals. He was still thinking about finding a needle in a haystack, while others were already thinking about industrialized assembly line operations.

But at this moment, Jing Li's 360-degree vision allowed him to see something strange on the face of the girl next to him.

Oh, I understand, this old man is painting a pie for himself.

He said he was waiting for the research to be successful, but he did not say when it would be successful.

Professionals, liars are also professionals.

"Then do you know how to judge whether a person has too many distracting thoughts or not?" Wen Xiaren directly asked the core question.

"This..." Hui Zhengcheng hesitated for a moment, but he was obviously prepared. "This is our core research result. Only by joining us can you have access to it."

Wen Xiaren nodded, that's right, the previous document was paving the way for this.

"There are four ways to measure a person's distracting thoughts."

Hui Zhengcheng didn't say anything, but someone outside the store spoke on his behalf.

I saw a heroic young woman walking in.

The other party was wearing a leather jacket, had a slender figure, and was about the same height as Wen Chengtian.

"Sleeping method, medical testing method, internal strength testing method, psychological profiling method."

The young woman came to Wen Xiaren, stared into his eyes, and said seriously: "Our newly established Tianwu Group is your best destination."

"It is invested and established by the top ten families in the world. It can get the best resource deployment in any region - whether it is the alliance or the jungle..."

When Hui Zhengcheng heard this, his original confidence had waned.

He is just a CEO, not a chairman.

Of course he knew the top ten richest families. Most people had never heard of them and only knew the names on the rich list.

In fact, these families rarely show up, and their personal assets are not much.

But they are deeply rooted and intertwined, and the power they can exert far exceeds that of the rich people on the list.

Before the young woman finished speaking, another man in a white coat walked in, claiming to be from the Alliance's Doomsday Research Institute...

This was just the beginning. It didn’t take long for big names to arrive one after another in the small home-cooked restaurant.

These people all appeared at the same time when Wen Xiaren had just finished eating.

They introduced their backgrounds in a polite and orderly manner, and at the same time tried their best to express to Wen Xiaren that they were the most appropriate choice.

But to Wen Xiaren, who had just experienced the world of drama, they looked like a group of ants showing off their sharp claws.

However, for me, I can only rely on ants to move the giant mountain above my head.

"Okay, your conditions are very good, so I decided..." Wen Xiaren drawled his voice.

Everyone immediately held their breath, like concubines waiting for their blessing.

"Join at the same time."

Shameless...

Two words flashed through everyone's minds at the same time.

"But..." Someone was about to object, but was pulled by the assistant beside him and handed over his mobile phone.

It clearly says: Promise him.

"Thank you Mr. Wen for your love for our company/group/research institute... Here is the employment contract, please sign it."

Everyone was talking.

That's fine, at least everyone who meets you will have a share.

However, a question also emerged in their minds.

Why are the other warriors recruited not so greedy and bold?

Some want to be close to their families, some want to be beautiful, some want to be comfortable, some want to be famous... In the end, they all choose the family that suits them best.

The most is two or three.

Only this one wanted them all.

Why is he?