Looking at the very energetic hair and a Chinese face, he looks no different from an ordinary sturdy man, this is the president of the Hammer Chamber of Commerce, Malibu. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As the president of the Hammer Chamber of Commerce, Malibu has a hard time, with a dozen documents waiting for him to decide every day, and he occasionally has to attend meaningless aristocratic gatherings.

But Malibu has a strange habit, that is, no matter how busy the work of the Chamber of Commerce is, it has to take one day out of the month to strike iron, everyone doesn't know why Malibu will persevere in fighting, and some people have opened a handicap to bet when Malibu will not be able to hold on, but until now Malibu still continues to maintain this habit of striking iron.

It's just that few people know that that handicap is actually opened by Malibu himself!

Speaking of Malibu's life is a legend, in the mouth of the wandering poet, on the night of Malibu's birth, dark clouds covered the moon, and the moon that radiated silver light was not shredded at all.

At this time, Malibu was born, and with a whoa, the night sky, which was originally extremely dark, suddenly burst into a fiery red light, and even the dark clouds turned red when this sudden light appeared.

Anyway, I want to say that Malibu is different from other ordinary people, and everyone loves to hear this statement.

According to the legend of his hometown in Malibu, his parents gave him this name, which means the river that flows endlessly, hoping that his life will be as vibrant and endless as his name.

Malibu's childhood was simple, either playing with friends or helping the family.

His father was a blacksmith and his mother was an ordinary peasant woman.

Although Malibu's father was the only blacksmith in that area, and his craftsmanship was nothing to say, and the people who used the iron tools he made were full of praise, but not every day there was something to build, and most of the time, Malibu's father was idle.

His father was not idle, and once a month he went into the mountains in search of possible mines, but most of the time he returned empty-handed.

Malibu's favorite thing to do was to watch his father burn the furnace red, and then put the iron in it until it was burned red, and then use pliers to take it out and put it on the ironstone, and the hammer in his hand was raised high, bumpered, and repeatedly hammered on the fiery iron, and under my father's hands, the iron that was still ugly just now has slowly changed its shape and become a tool that people can use.

His father would often explain to him the characteristics of ores, and sometimes take him into the mountains to look for mines, and the young Malibu fell in love with the profession of blacksmith under his father's ears, and his father began to slowly teach him the experience of ironsmithing.

Soon, it was time for Malibu to test his magical talents, in fact, Malibu was not very much looking forward to becoming a magician, he preferred the practice of warriors.

It's a pity that there is no one in ten thousand people with magical talents, Malibu is not among the best, he does not have the talent to become a magician, he is not discouraged, but devotes himself to exercising.

As time passed, Malibu grew up, and Malibu, who followed his father to strike iron since he was a child, gained a strong physique and a more handy control of strength, which made him more sure that striking iron is also a kind of practice, and the feeling of combining this practice and hobby is really wonderful!

This year, Malibu was fifteen years old, he felt that he could no longer make himself strong by striking iron and exercising, and he decisively told his father and mother that he wanted to go out for a walk and see the bigger world.

That night, my father was silent and my mother wept.

The next day, the parents prepared their bags early and smiled and waved goodbye to Malibu, who was far away.

Malibu looked at his smiling parents and vowed to make them proud of themselves!

In the blink of an eye, five years passed quickly.

In the past five years, Malibu has worked as a mercenary, as a junior, and basically all the low-level jobs he has done.

In the past five years, Malibu has met partners who can make friends with their lives, villains who stab them in the back, and so on, people with different personalities.

These experiences became the basis for Malibu's later successful establishment of the Hammer Chamber of Commerce.

Another year passed, and on this day, Malibu met someone who changed his life.

President. The secretary's voice interrupted Malibu's memories.

Malibu wrote permission on the paper on his desk, signed his name, set the paper aside, and took out another questionnaire on his desk.

Didn't you say call me uncle when no one was around? Why can't you remember, what's the matter with you? Malibu's secretary is called Polsa, a young and handsome man with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and Malibu is often talked about behind his back because of the secretary's face that can make the hearts of aristocratic women.

But Malibu asked him to be his secretary not only because of Polsad's ability, but also because of his dead parents.

The president is the president, and if someone hears me call the president that, there may be some rumors. Polsa explained with a smile, and then told the story of the report: the caravan led by Grandpa Adley had returned.

According to the people below, this time Grandpa Adley and they were unlucky, they encountered three fifth-level demonic beasts led by the demonic beasts, and under the fierce battle, they lost ten fifth-level elites, more than half of the guards, and twenty percent of the goods, the only thing worth being happy about is that they all wiped out the beasts, and Chris broke through to the sixth-level warriors under this battle.

The loss of goods is lost, but it is a pity for those guards. Malibu sighed, he was really sad about the death of the guards, as for Chris, who broke through, Malibu had long known that there would be this day, but he didn't know that it would be so soon, he was sad for a while, and he asked curiously: It stands to reason that you don't need to report such news, right? It's not in line with your style of doing things.

President, you are the one who knows, it is impossible for three demonic beasts of different races to be led by three fifth-level demonic beasts without incident, and there must be one of them, at least a sixth-level high-level demonic beast, so that it is possible to lead these three different races.

Chris, with the cooperation of the ten elites of the caravan, it is normal for him to repel the sixth-level demonic beast, didn't he break through, and the sixth-level demonic beast fights, the struggle between life and death, this is very reasonable. Marbury said lightly, he stopped the paper, looked into Polsa's eyes, he was curious, what Polsa would say next.

The news was sent by Chris, and at first, I didn't care about it, but after listening to it in detail, I knew that there was something wrong with this matter, and it was a big problem!

The first suspicion is that the whole message is described from the perspective of the person who delivered the message, and the old and serious Grandpa Adley did not send anyone.

Second, the news said that the caravan met a magician on the way, and in the subsequent battle, this magician went with Chris to deal with three fifth-level demonic beasts.

So here's the problem, the magician who can assist Chris in their battle is by no means a useless person, and what his identity is, these Chris have not revealed at all.

What does this mean? Malibu was very satisfied with his secretary, and he encouraged.

Yes, maybe Chris forgot, but the biggest possibility is that there is a problem with the magician, not the kind of small problem such as the spy sent by the enemy to break into our interior, but that as soon as the identity of the magician is revealed, it will bring big trouble to our Chamber of Commerce, which is what Chris meant. Polsa reached out and pushed his glasses in affirmation.

Rosen couldn't have imagined that Chris bypassed his oath without revealing him and completely sold his affairs cleanly, and Rosen, who had no social experience, was still too tender.

Since you think there is a problem, then when they arrive, you will receive them, do you need me to give you the command of a few guest secretaries? Malibu was reassured by Polsa's ability, but didn't want any surprises.

No, you will be so powerful, that is my biggest support. Polsa slapped a sycophant.

You, you. Malibu picked up the teacup and made a gesture to throw it at Polsa, who immediately pretended to run away and ran away laughing.

Malibu took a sip of tea, but mentally thought that it would be a waste of his talent to continue to let Polsa follow him, but Malibu didn't know how to arrange Porsa, so he could only drag, he sighed.

As soon as Polsa left his office in Malibu, the smile on his face instantly turned into an expressionless and cold appearance.

He went back to his office, sat down in his chair, thought for a while, and then instructed his men: When Adley and they come back, you can tell them that the president is very busy, let them go back and rest first, and let them come to see me tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

The subordinate nodded, and quickly went to arrange Porsa's orders.

Looking up at the ceiling, Polsa said to himself: I hope you are the variable I am waiting for!

On the other side, Chris came to the headquarters with the caravan, and then disbanded the caravan and let them go back to rest, and the goods would naturally be handled by other people from the Chamber of Commerce.

Adley, Rosen and I go and see the president. Chris dismissed the crowd and spoke to the two.

Seeing that the president is not in a hurry, let's go to the account office to get Rosen's share of the gold coin first, otherwise Rosen will be in a hurry with me. Adley touched his beard and smiled at Rosen, who was on his feet.

Let's go, I've never seen four thousand gold coins in my life, and when I get the gold coins, I'll make sure to put them on the bed and sleep! Rosen was excited.

Hahahaha, it doesn't feel good to sleep on the gold coins, and I think that the psychological burden of Chris returning to the Chamber of Commerce back then is gone, and I think that I will be able to marry Martha home soon, and as soon as I am in a good mood, I expose the stupid things I have done before.

I'm fried, I'm just talking, I can't imagine that there will really be a sprinkler who will sleep on the gold coins! Lawson was surprised, he had only seen it in online novels before, and he had described that there was a stupid pen who would go to sleep with gold coins, but he didn't want to have it in reality.

I Chris couldn't think of what to say, blushed in embarrassment, and could only blame myself for being so stupid.

Without further ado, let's go get the gold coins first! Adley saw Chris's appearance and interjected.

Let's go!

As soon as he heard the gold coin, Lawson immediately stopped laughing at Chris.