"Boss Yan, this batch of foreign objects has arrived, you can sign it. ”

"Good. ”

Ximen Yan moved his fingers, and the special demonic power that belonged to him fell on the payment of a dossier, leaving his name.

Everyone's demonic power is different and cannot be faked, so in the world of drawing demon masters, demonic power is an ID card, once left behind, forming a special demonic inscription, it is the same as a signature, it has a legal effect, and it is recognized by Qin Tianjian.

However, this signature is generally only shown to the other party, and the real important thing is the transfer, that is, the money.

Shanhai sent money directly to the other party, this cash on delivery, signature, in fact, is not too important, at least with the status of a big businessman like Ximen Yan, there is really no need to worry that he will break his promise.

Because at this height of Ximenyan, credit is often more important than profit.

"In this way, the house that should be built is almost finished. ”

The movements of the demon painters are very fast, and Ximen Yan has been running around a lot in order to build a Buddha city.

The city feng shui needs to be seen by the lifter, and the demon power track needs to be specially checked by Chen Guizhang, although Sister Feng gave the blueprint, but this blueprint needs a specialist to understand, Ximen Yan himself is just a businessman, so he can only spend money to hire people.

The supervision of a plane is really not a small project, even if it is a demon painter, it will take a lot of effort to complete.

This is equivalent to transforming a planet, paying attention to the environment inside, as well as the ecology, protecting animals and plants, coordinating the aura (demonic power), the distribution of people, transportation, and the acquisition of various materials, these are all places that require Ximenyan's headache.

In addition, he also went to the plane of his only companions, specially invited them to carve first-class masters, and then according to the requirements of the people of Buddha City, in the center of Buddha City, a statue of Bao Jia Xian was erected.

This was the first request of the people of Buddha City, and it was also the first thing Ximen Yan did.

'Woo, woo... ’

'You're lying to my sister's sugar gourd again?'

A boy about ten years old led a little girl with a crying nose and looked at Xiao Simon who was about his age with dissatisfaction.

'What do you want to do?'

'Give the sugar gourd back to my sister.' ’

'Why?'

"You're embarrassed to say, such an adult, you cheated on my four-year-old sister's sugar gourd, can you have a face?" ’

'No, I won't pay it back!'

Xiao Ximen: 'Why do I return the sugar gourd I got by tricking with my ability?'

'Woo-la-la. ’

The little boy rubbed his fists and got a little angry: 'You still haven't paid it back?'

'You, what do you want to do, it's illegal to hit someone. ’

'Wow!'

In the end, Xiao Ximen did not return the sugar gourd, but the price was two more dark circles on his face: 'Why are you so domineering and unreasonable?'

'The law does not help the poor, and it does not frighten the scoundrels. ’

Xiao Bao Jiaxian took a few coppers from Xiao Ximen, which was the money to compensate his sister for the red cold clothes sugar gourd: "Bear child, you owe a beating." ’

"Heh, hehehe... ”

Standing on the road, Ximen Yan looked at the sculpture of Bao Jiaxian standing there, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

"Red Wuyi, you poor ghost, have you seen Lao Tzu's deposit, have you seen it, you scum, Lao Tzu can earn you a hundred lifetimes of money in one day!"

He started from scratch, from a penniless orphan, to go out alone, relying on the eight words of foresight and God's reward for diligence, he built his own business empire.

"Why are you still working for other people? I said that I can't get a good job, you see me, I've already become a boss, do you know the big boss?"

But no matter how rich he was, there was one person who seemed to be forever on top of his head.

'What?

He laughed at him again and again, and tried to show his superiority again and again.

In exchange, it is only silence and ignorance.

'You have money. ’

Bao Jiaxian's words back then were like yesterday: 'But what does this have to do with me?'

So, Ximen Yan was not convinced, he changed his mind, not only to make himself money, but also to let more people earn.

He drove the economy, helped all sectors to get rich, and also helped orphans like him so that they could study and grow up healthily.

'Why did you go to that kind of place? Didn't you already become a deputy minister, and you would be the next minister, why did you refuse?'

Ximen Yan knew very well that he was greatly influenced by the Bao Jiaxian.

If it weren't for him, he might not have understood so much truth at all, and in the end, he could only become a capital monster who was corrupted by money, opening his mouth was money, and closing his mouth was also money.

But Ximen Yan didn't understand that Bao Jiaxian had obviously reached the peak, and he was only half a step away, and he became one of the thirty-six people with an extremely prominent position in Qin Tianjian, a real high-ranking official.

But just when he was about to become famous, he chose to leave, and then came to this indifferent, dirty, irritable, and chaotic city that people can't look at directly.

'You could have stood in the sky and looked down on all the people, but now?'

Ximen Yan was upset for him: 'But you were caught by this group of people and dragged into the quagmire, you can't turn over in your life, you know?'

'Isn't that good?'

However, in the face of Ximen Yan's dissatisfaction, Bao Jiaxian was extremely calm: 'I am a veteran soldier, how can there be a high-ranking veteran soldier?'

"How can there be a high-ranking veteran soldier," Ximen Yan felt amused: "But you are dead." ”

What is a pawnbroker, starting from the end of the slightest, constantly climbing upward, and finally standing on a high place, holding his head up all his life, not daring to look back at the poverty, humility and lowliness of the past, and even rejecting them, becoming more excessive than those who once looked down on them.

But the veterans chose to come down and jump into the muddy waters, hoping to clean up the filthy sewage.

They fought hard, but because the water was too deep, they eventually drowned in the mire.

"So what's the point of what you're doing," Ximen Yan didn't know whether he should laugh at Bao Jiaxian or do all this for him, and felt worthless: "You are so young, talented, and can do a lot of things, why did you fall in such a place?"

Ximen Yan doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand.

In his life, he was extremely talented in business, but he didn't know how to be a man, and it was Bao Jiaxian's supervision and correction again and again that made him what he is today.

Ximen Yan was actually very grateful to Bao Jiaxian, but now, he is dead.

An enemy who has fought with him since he was a child, his only best friend, and the only idol in the world who makes him unwilling to find out what's wrong, just left, and never comes back.