Big Capitalist

Weber looked at Hoyd's shocked expression, his face turned pale and red, and he looked a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly, trying to break the slightly awkward atmosphere, and began to explain: "My old friend, don't look at me like that. I spent a lot of effort to build this automated red-crowned white-feathered chicken farm, specifically to save the endangered red-crowned white-feathered chicken. There are many tricks here. Not only is there the new breeding technology of the Alchemy Academy, those magical alchemy devices can accurately control the environment and provide the most suitable growth conditions for the chickens; there are also the careful care of the senior breeders of the Warcraft Academy. They know the habits of Warcraft very well and use their professional knowledge to make the red-crowned white-feathered chicken thrive. In addition, Jones, the old ghost, also provided a lot of key help. If it weren't for everyone working together, how could we have the current scale."

At this point, Weber straightened his chest slightly, with a hint of pride on his face. But when he saw Hood's increasingly gloomy expression, he quickly added, "Of course, the most important thing is your good friend. It is with my careful care and love that we have achieved the results that are all over the mountains today."

This time, Hoyd was truly shocked to the depths of his soul. The red-crowned and white-feathered chickens that were struggling on the brink of extinction in the Elf Forest had actually bred tens of thousands of them here at his old friend's place. Looking around, the farm was filled with their agile figures, their white feathers like the first snow in winter, and their bright red crests like the burning sunset.

"This... is this the power of alchemy?" Hoyde muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief. "How can this be considered an endangered species? No wonder there is a roasted red-crowned white-feathered chicken for sale in the Arcane City. So this is what's going on."

Suddenly, Hoyd seemed to realize something, his face changed abruptly, and he thought to himself: Wait, the boss said his shop is the official store of the Arcane City, which means... He turned his head abruptly and looked at Weber with sharp eyes, as if he could see through him.

Weber felt uneasy when he saw Hood's suspicious look, and his heart started beating wildly.

He coughed awkwardly again, his eyes dodging, but he still said firmly: "I can tell you that I took very good care of the red-crowned white-feathered chickens given by my old friend. When these chickens grew up, they all contributed to the society."

"Glow and contribute to society?" Hoyd frowned, his face full of confusion. "How can chickens contribute to society? What, Weber, have you arranged jobs for them?" His voice rose unconsciously, and he was obviously very dissatisfied with Weber's ambiguous statement.

Seeing Hood's reaction, Weber nodded seriously and said, "I have indeed been assigned a job. I am in a place called Mackendin's. I am very popular with customers and have become the top brand now."

When Hoyd heard this, his first reaction was that this McKendin should be a place where rare monsters were exhibited. After all, the red-crested white-feathered chicken was so rare, it made sense to use it for exhibition.

But before he could think about it, he saw several staff members wearing red uniforms with the word "McKindlin" prominently written on their uniforms, starting to move the red-crowned and white-feathered chickens with swift hands and feet.

"What's this for?" Hoyde had an ominous premonition in his heart. He rushed forward, grabbed a staff member, suppressed his anger, and asked as politely as possible: "Where is this McDean and what does he do?"

The part-time student had never seen Hoyd before, and was frightened by his aggressive appearance, but he still smiled politely and said timidly, "Sir, McDonald's is a hamburger and fried chicken fast food restaurant."

"What?" Hoyde's eyes widened. Although he didn't know what a hamburger was, he was very familiar with the word "fried chicken". After hearing what this guy said, his face instantly turned green, and the anger in his heart suddenly burned fiercely. "So this is what Weber said about glowing and heating up. How can it not be hot when it becomes fried chicken!"

Hoyd was furious and turned around to settle the score with Weber, but as soon as he turned around, he saw that Weber had already run a long way away and even tore the space apart, leaving only a space crack that had not yet completely closed, and Hoyd, who was confused and trembling with anger.

"Weber, stop right there!" Hoyd roared, and the magic power around him surged, and he rushed directly into the space crack.

The Mackenzie staff were all shocked. Are these two old men so awesome? The old man (Weber) who was watching over the chicken farm could actually tear the space and teleport away. The guy just now was not bad either. Entering the space crack was like playing. Have they been working under the nose of the boss?

In the majestic and solemn city hall of the Arcane City, Electrolux stood tall in front of his desk, holding a thick stack of documents in his hands, which recorded in detail the development data of each district of the Arcane City. His face was filled with pride and excitement, and he was reporting to Merlin nonstop: "Under your wise leadership, the Arcane City has recently entered a period of rapid development, President Merlin."

As he spoke, he raised his hand slightly and pointed to the bustling streets outside the window. "Look, the Upper City has now become a paradise for high-end consumption, with luxury stores lined up one after another. Rich businessmen and nobles from all over the world spend a lot of money here and enjoy luxury. The Midtown is even more prosperous. As the largest trade and transaction center, people come and go, and the traffic is busy. The daily transaction volume is breaking records, and all kinds of rare treasures gather here. The Lower City has also been completely transformed. The once dirty and messy environment no longer exists. Factories are everywhere, and the orc brothers have stable jobs and their lives are thriving."

Merlin sat quietly in a chair, across a large carved desk, with his back to Electrolux.

His figure was outlined by the sunlight with a golden edge, which made him look unfathomable. After Electrolux finished reporting the livelihood and economic issues of the upper, middle and lower city districts, Merlin slowly turned around. His face was stern, his eyes were deep, and he said lightly: "Not enough."

"Not enough?" When Alex heard these three words, the smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by a puzzled look. He frowned slightly and looked at Merlin in confusion, thinking to himself: What does this adult mean? What is not enough?

Merlin seemed to see through his thoughts. He raised his chin slightly and said in a calm tone with an unquestionable firmness: "I have fully developed the Arcane City, but this is far from enough for me."