Chapter 988: Wangjun Sword

Empty words, no belief. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 info

But not to mention the strange things that happened to the network and the three major communication operators, just talk about Lin Mu's previous lavish money, all kinds of high-tech equipment production factories all over the country, recently like a group of awakened frozen beasts, open their insatiable mouths, every day from morning to night gnawing on all kinds of building materials and countless people's hard work, using this as food, and nourishing his body that was originally only a skeleton to gradually flesh and blood.

In the past, when Lin Mu serialized "Condor", because of the dazzling performance of the gentleman and lady sword, it once brought a wave of domestic martial arts handicrafts boom, to countless domestic handicraft manufacturers and sellers, brought a steady stream of business. The logs used to make the hilt of the sword alone feed the lumberjacks of many neighboring countries' forest farms.

Now, dozens of virtual helmet production plants that need countless associated industries from completion to production have almost formed a short industrial chain, and under the leadership of various research institutions, they have quickly obtained one production task after another from the light of Sunway Taihu Lake.

Such a huge industrial organization, which is almost equivalent to one-third of the industrial investment spent on the Three Gorges Hydropower Station, has brought countless orders to China, and at the same time, it has also stimulated those who are interested abroad.

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Kazuma Chiba has been very busy lately, not in a film and television company, but there are always countless people who come to talk to him at night when no one is paying attention.

"This is an opportunity that no nation should give up! Chiba, even if this opportunity is exchanged for my life, as long as there is an occasional possibility, I will offer my head with the mentality of a samurai! You know, this is not for personal gain! Mitsuko is a very good girl, and I like her very much! I believe that if you tell her all the reasons, she will definitely make the most correct choice!"

Takeda Hiromitsu is a very gentle man, he used to be a good friend of Chiba Kazuma, and Chiba Kazuma has never doubted his patriotism and love for the people.

He even believed that if in the midst of the earthquake, let Takeda Hiromitsu use his life to exchange for anyone who was pressed underground, the other party would not hesitate to agree, almost every nation has such an existence, even if they are in hostility, the quality of these people is enough to make the other party maintain admiration.

But let your daughter steal the technical data of "artificial intelligence"?

Chiba Kazuma's expression was extremely angry, and he stared at the other party tightly: "This kind of thing, do you think that with Photon's sensitive identity, she can get access? Do you think that even if a page of the book trusts her incomparably and treats Photon as a personal secretary, many of the trade secrets of the Yipage Group are handled by Photon, and Photon will be able to access such a secret as the 'Breakthrough of the Fourth Industrial Revolution'?"

Impossible!

No matter how trusted, it is impossible to give such a secret to any foreigner!

Let Photon use the beauty meter to get information from a page of a book?

Takeda, you can't help but think that a page of a book is too unbearable, and that photons are too important!

Take Photon's life in exchange for that less than one percent opportunity! Is this what your uncle should say?!

I'm old! My only wish is to make Photon happy and carefree for the rest of her life, and now I am relieved that a page of books takes care of her.

Taking 10,000 steps back, don't you think that we are not suitable for obtaining this information at all? The only thing that Fuso, who is tightly chained to his neck and limbs, has to consider is to first turn himself into a 'normal country' and solve all kinds of contradictions among the people!

The artifact of heaven is only worthy of being owned by a true samurai, a 'slave' who has no freedom, thinking too much will only bring disaster to himself!"

Chiba is really angry, he is a person who he admired so much in the past, but at this time it seems that he has been hooked by the treasures of the East, no matter how he persuades him, the other party holds "This is a chance for his own nation to be reborn from the ashes", and he is extremely annoying when he hears too much.

Resentfully, he took a sword from the wall, threw it back to Hiromitsu Takeda, and took off another sword.

This is a long sword full of oriental martial arts charm, the scabbard is straight on all sides, the scabbard is fine, delicate silver ornaments, full of solemn and noble carvings, just gently pull out the hilt, a piece of cold light of the blade, reflected in front of the sword holder's eyes, making people feel cold all over.

"This sword was forged by a famous craftsman, and I was going to wait for the smoke and fire on the sword to disappear before sending it to a page.

Once you've thought of a name, it's called 'Wangjun'!

Takeda, you always hope that a sudden opportunity can change the fate of the whole country, but you never care about the reality that is getting worse and worse!

Have you ever seen a lonely, unemployed employee who lived in an Internet café for two years and had to rely on his old savings to eat and wait for death?

Have you ever seen a woman who secretly went to a neighboring city because she couldn't make up enough money for a mortgage?!

Have you ever noticed that you can't afford to buy a house even if you put in your parents' life savings and add their pension money, and no matter how hard you work and how motivated you are, you can't live in the city? Have you ever cared about the despair in their eyes?

No!

You only see them living 'well' and have no shortage of food and clothing, and you feel that this is already a rare prosperous age, and you feel that they are in the midst of happiness and do not know the blessings, and they are too greedy and cause trouble!

But man is not a livestock! not a cow or a horse that can do so long as he starves to death!

You feel that we must be self-reliant and self-reliant, and we must use our own strength to break one iron rope after another on our bodies, and I also admire your will.

But a small country has the way to live as a small country! Unnecessary ambition will only ruin the country! Why do I have to ignore the suffering of hundreds of people for those senseless insistences, and if I have to choose a subservient, then I will choose the other side instead of those North American bandits who disturb social order and bully women in the neighborhood all day long!"

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Chiba Kazuma rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, and sent away another wave of guests after Takeda Hiromitsu, thinking of Takeda Hiromitsu's shouting before leaving, his heart was full of sadness.

The gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement, this principle is right, and it is also a universal truth, but this sentence is the truth realized by the opposite country, and it is not suitable for a small border country like himself at all.

Takeda Hiromitsu's insistence, he also has it, all for the continuation of the nation, without the slightest personal grudge, even so, when the other party left, he threw the knife in his hand that represented the friendship of the two into the trash can next to him!

This is still a person I admire, and the other "guests" are even more ugly, and all kinds of means have been used all over again, just to get relevant technology, so that their company can become the first batch of beneficiaries of the industrial revolution and earn a lot of wealth!

"My situation is becoming more and more dangerous, and it seems that my life will soon be over. Wangjun ...... Wangjun!"

Chiba Kazuma looked at the "Wangjun Sword" in his hand, which was extremely glorious and reflected the swords on the surrounding walls, and tilted his head sadly, and two lines of tears suddenly flowed from his eyes, dripping on this land along the wrinkles of wind and frost on his face......