Meng Gong sat in his warehouse, looking at his huge wealth with satisfaction. Although traces of aging appeared on his body, his gray hair and loose skin all showed that he was no longer young.

However, the swords and shadows in the business world have been trained as if they were a vigorous hunting dog, and they can keenly detect every business opportunity.

Today is the day for the warehouse inventory. After a morning of inventory, he looked at the warehouse full of things in front of him with relief, and the bags of coins.

He reached out his hand, picked up one from his pocket full of silver coins, and gently blew it to his ears, and heard the echo of the nice buzzing sound.

This echo was so fascinating that even if he could easily tell which country's coin was just rubbed with the belly of his fingers.

This kind of sensitivity to coins that penetrates the bones is the best proof that he has been constantly immersed in his business for decades. It is like a deep imprint, inseparable from him.

From the time he was eight years old, from the first silver coin he earned as a servant, this thing was like a spell and it was getting bigger and bigger around him.

This also made him deeply understand the most important truth in this world and the most important education in life, that is, most of the things in this world are constructed from these small coins.

No matter how grand a building is or how glorious it is, its essence and core are actually these lovely little things.

He sighed and turned over the coin in his hand. The pattern on the coin was a story of a warrior fighting with a dragon with bare hands.

Such a story is so deeply rooted in people's hearts that later generations even engraved it on coins after being passed down by word of mouth.

But what he knew was that this story was only half told. The other half was that when the warrior killed the evil dragon, he sat on piles of treasures. In the end, the warrior slowly grew horns, teeth, and tails, and turned into evil dragons again.

People often only remember the greatness of those warriors, chanting their seemingly immortal achievements.

But people intentionally forget the unlucky side of these warriors, and even hide, forget, and close them.

In the end, people will create an extremely correct and glorious image. Even if such a hero loses his true flesh and blood and turns into strange facial features, it seems that people don’t care.

Meng Gong touched the coin in his hand carefully, and everything was just illusory. Even the stories of heroes, warriors, princes and princesses were hidden deep in the stories.

Only these coins, these silent ones cannot make a sound, these things that are squeezing, and those that are extremely fragile but are extremely powerful that are gathered together are the most real and unreliable things.

Therefore, over the years, Meng Gong has been able to obtain such a small thing at all costs. Only such a small thing can make him feel at ease and at ease.

In the past year, the number of small things like this around Meng Gong suddenly increased by tens of thousands. To be precise, it is 14,320, which is the latest figure after just inventory.

These tens of thousands of such small things are now lying quietly in their warehouse, and the numbers representing these coins are quietly appearing on the spreading account book in front of you in the form of a beautiful ink mark.

Although these words appearing on the account books only provide a pleasing effect, and the handwriting in them is extremely beautiful. Meng Gong clearly understands the power it represents when such numbers are gathered together.

These suddenly extra coins originated from a newly developed business that was so profitable that it was even more profitable than all his previous businesses combined.

This made him feel like a fire burning in his body all the time during this year. The fire burned so vigorously that Meng Gong suddenly felt like he was ten years younger.

However, he also knew that such a business would never last long, so the shorter it was, the more profitable the business made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself. He had to count the silver coins in his hand every day to confirm that they were all lying there to be at ease.

He didn't expect what kind of good luck he had. He was just an ordinary businessman a year ago, but just seized the opportunity to make friends with adults, and suddenly became a supplier of various special hobbies for adults.

Maybe it was because his fame had finally accumulated enough, or because he had been in the city for too long, so that even the adults felt at ease with him, Meng Gong only dared to think so.

Now, on the surface, he seemed to be touching the silver coin, but in fact his mind started to move. In the past two days, the adults in the city placed a big order with him, and he was thinking about doing his best to meet the needs of the adults.

Just then, he heard a strange sound, so light that only a person like him who was immersed in his thoughts could perceive it.

"Who?" He stood up and frowned at the place where the sound came.

Several young faces walked out of the darkness, and he seemed to have a vague understanding of one of them, as if he was a helper under his command.

"Who are you?" The old Taoist's experience in shopping malls made him calm down quickly and look at the few young and old men in front of him.

"It's him! It's him! Qingqing was caught by him!" An extremely short and young man pointed at him and gritted his teeth.

"Don't be ruthless! Do you know that breaking into a house is a serious crime. And this is my warehouse. I will add a charge of theft. I will spend more money to let you rot in prison." Meng Gong said in a fierce voice.

He knew these troublemakers too well. If he didn't say it seriously, he would probably not be scared to them.

"Ha", the tallest thin young man sneered, "The result of the official and businessmen is like this. Qingqing was killed by you, but unfortunately I don't have the power to avenge her."

"Who are you?" Meng Gong shivered when he heard about revenge. He understood the determination and courage contained in this power, and that could not be scared away easily with words.

But he was not so panicked, because when he decided to take over the matter arranged by the adults, he was actually prepared for such a scene.

He pretended to start to retreat, and even rushed over a box clumsyly. Countless silver coins in the box spilled out, shouting loudly, "Don't do it randomly, do you know who I am?"

When a large amount of silver coins were sprinkled, Meng Gong clearly saw several young and half-aged men breathing heavily. Meng Gong smiled slightly in his heart. As expected, these people probably wouldn't be able to see so much money in their lifetime.

However, when he looked at the tallest young man, his heart shivered for no reason. What kind of eyes were they? Calm, silence, death, ruthlessness, ruthlessness

Even if so many silver coins poured out, it seemed that they could not affect his slightest. It was as if no matter how much wealth it was, it could not dilute his sorrow.

He could only hear him sneer, "Call me, I'm afraid this is the last word you can say now."

"Not good!" Meng Gong shouted inwardly and pulled his cuffs without hesitation. This was also his last hidden trump card to save his life, and it was exchanged for a lot of money from an immortal master.

Just as he pulled his cuffs, a yellowish light shield rose.

"Clang~"

This yellowish-colored cover blocked it in a very timely manner, directly blocking a colorless and invisible breeze, and knocking the entire cover into sparkling waves.

"Are you a cultivator?" Meng Gong swallowed his saliva, feeling extremely bitter in his mouth.

I have paid enough attention to going to the poorest places and buying children and girls from the poorest parents, but I didn't expect to offend the cultivators.

The thin young man seemed impatient to talk to him, or even Meng Gong saw that his technique was not skillful. He frowned and said, "Let's ask questions after you go to hell."

After saying that, several winds suddenly shot out, hitting the yellow soil cover. Finally, the soil cover was completely shattered, and then penetrated Meng Gong in his chest.

Meng Gong snorted violently, like a piece of rotten meat, with his eyes wide open and his eyes falling down.

"Die, really dead!" For a moment, all the young and old boys exclaimed.

After the young man killed Meng Gong, he did not run away, but sat down cross-legged and said, "Remember not to take anything here. Go back quickly. I am here, and they can't find you."

Several and half of the young men started crying and pulled the corner of the young man's clothes and said, "Brother Qing, you are so capable, you can escape. With your ability, you will definitely escape."

The man named Qing Ge shook his head, touched the heads of several boys in a doting manner and sighed, "Qingqing is dead, I don't want to live anymore. When you go to the grave in the future, remember to burn more paper money for me and Qingqing."

After saying that, he pushed everyone and signaled them to run away quickly.

After a while, it seemed that he had noticed something was wrong in the warehouse, so a guy poked his head out and looked into the warehouse. When he saw the shopkeeper lying in a pool of blood, he was frightened and shrank back.

The young man did not move, but continued to sit there. Soon, people from the government rushed in.

When the young man saw everyone coming in, he stood up, and everyone became nervous. One of the constables came out and asked, "Did you kill this old shopkeeper?"

The young man nodded.

"Okay!" The detective gave a thumbs up, "Dare to do it, it's amazing! Then let's go with us!"

The young man didn't struggle, so he put his hands on his hands and went with the constables.

After everyone left, everyone in the family received news. Especially the sons and wives, they lay on Meng Gong and cried the most sadly.

The housekeeper reminded him, "Madam, the young master, the murderer must not be spared easily. We have to avenge the master!"

"Yes! Yes!" The first one to wake up was the wife.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Come on, prepare the money for me quickly. We want to avenge the master!"

"You have to see clearly what that person looks like just now. I want him to become a human being, a ghost not like a ghost, and a life is worse than death!"

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