Song Zhiyuan came out of the Academic Investigation Bureau, lost his soul.

The paper was plagiarized, the qualification of the intern lecturer of the Wood Spirit Academy was revoked, Song Zhiyuan's credibility plummeted, and even the major spiritual research societies wrote one after another, announcing the cancellation of Song Zhiyuan's position as honorary vice president.

Song Zhiyuan's loss opened "Wei Zhizhi", and saw that his fan base fell like the market index during the economic and financial crisis, and it soared down 3,000 feet.

He realized that his career was over.

Even Zhao Chenchen ignored him.

Everything was Jiang Chuan's fault! The anger after the loss made Song Zhiyuan clench his fists, he stood under the scorching sun and gritted his teeth, glaring fiercely at the starfish building in the distance - that is where Jiang Chuan worked, he took away Song Zhiyuan's business, he took Song Zhiyuan's fans, he took Song Zhiyuan's profits, he took everything Song Zhiyuan had accumulated! Does he know how much my Song Zhiyuan was hurt? Does he still have a little conscience? Can't he move to the slums like a person?

Song Zhiyuan was so angry that he trembled, his whole body was in a cold sweat on a hot day, his hands and feet were cold, what happened to this society, it was full of oppression of Song Zhiyuan, and tears flowed down uncontrollably, when would Song Zhiyuan really stand up?

At this moment, Song Zhiyuan fantasized about Jiang Chuan's 100 ways to die, and in order to establish the idea as a reality, Song Zhiyuan involuntarily walked towards a terrifying coordinate in the depths of his memory. He didn't want to go a second time, but at the moment, I'm afraid there was no choice. Song Zhiyuan had no master, his brain lost his command, and his legs announced the establishment of a temporary command center, and he took Song Zhiyuan to walk 30,000 steps under the scorching sun and came to a mysterious institution that was enough to change his fate.

Song Zhiyuan looked up at the plaque, which was a high-end atmosphere of seven words: "High-grade blood refrigeration." ”

A red carpet is rolled out into the front hall, a LOGO wall complements the smile of the hostess, and a line of slogans is moving: "A small step into the door, a big step of destiny." ”

Song Zhiyuan didn't dare to enter the door.

Through the glass door, the hostess smiled at Song Zhiyuan.

Song Sik Won was afraid to make a decision. His fate is clear before he enters the door, and when he enters the door, his fate will be out of control.

He didn't want to come back here.

But he thought of Zhao Chenchen, who turned his face and didn't recognize people, Jiang Chuan, who gained fame and fortune, thought of his villa still needed to be renovated, and thought of the expenses needed for a decent life.

Song Zhiyuan took a step. The glass door opened automatically, and the front desk lady smiled sweetly: "Do you want to make an appointment for your daughter with a high bloodline?" Give birth to a gifted mixed-race child, start the second half of a happy life, the company selects top powerhouses to come to match, and the bloodline power is far better than that of inferior mortals......"

"No, I won't buy ......" Before Song Zhiyuan could finish speaking, the hostess launched a powerful propaganda offensive: "The bloodline of mortals is terrible! The company also provides the bloodlines of high-level races, including the bloodlines of druids, elves, fire charms, and dragons...... These high-level races have been cooperating with our company for a long time, and the benefits of matching are completely out of the mortal street!"

"No, I'm not here to borrow seeds. Song Zhiyuan raised his godless eyes, frowned and said, "I am Mr. Wu's downline." I came to him for business. ”

"Mr. Wu?" the hostess pretended not to understand.

"I'm a thesaurus. Song Zhiyuan reported the number of the demon master.

The hostess suddenly seemed to be a different person. She took out another computer and entered the number to check and verify, until Song Zhiyuan entered the password, and the hostess told him: "Welcome to the first day of the Demon Residence Office, Mr. Wu is waiting for you in the inner world." ”

Song Zhiyuan walked to the back hall with his arms down. There is an identical LOGO wall in the back hall, and Song Zhiyuan stands in front of the wall, watching the world distort. After the nausea and vomiting disappeared, Song Zhiyuan straightened up and saw that the slogan on the LOGO wall changed to another line of words:

"One small step to do evil, one big step to become a demon. ”

Song Zhiyuan was struck by lightning, his body fell a few steps, and his hands were supported to the cold and hard table. He thought in horror, how far am I from becoming a demon?

When Song Zhiyuan was trembling in fear, a steady voice came over: "Demon Master, do you need help?"

Song Zhiyuan shuddered and turned around, and saw a delicate and gorgeous solid wood desk, and the person behind the desk easily crossed his fingers, his face covered in shadows.

"I, my rumors have been debunked. Song Zhiyuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Oh, gossip is not afraid to be exposed. The man in the shadows put a slice of rock candy into the water cup, and slowly used his mental power to cut the rock candy, "The problem is that your cutting is not done well. ”

The rock sugar, which had been cut into eight petals, had not yet sunk to the bottom of the cup, and it was completely dissolved in the stirring.

To seize power, we must first divide the world.

Song Zhiyuan saw infinite hope, he let himself go, and let his fate run into darkness. At this moment, he gave up his nationality and emigrated to the devil.

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Achuan's company has entered a benign profit-making stage. Under the catalysis of the nurturing spell, the eight-cabin elixir was harvested every 3 days, and there were actually 4 good elixirs among the ten elixirs, which were purchased by Zhao Lina at the market price, with a total selling price of 4,600 yuan, minus the cost of raw materials of 500 yuan, the gross profit was 4,100 yuan, and the total gross profit of the eight cabins was 32,800 yuan. There are still 12 days until the end of the month, and if it continues, it is expected that the net profit in May will reach 164,000 yuan, which is only half a month's profit!

Anyone with a little common sense can see that if it continues to produce at the current efficiency in June, Jiangchuan Elixir Cultivation Company will generate a gross profit of 328,000 yuan, excluding the salaries of the three supervisors and 5 spiritual cultivation rooms, and the net profit will be 280,000 yuan, which can fully pay for the cost of two boxes of Huiling Pill!

Even if it is a box of 100,000 yuan for the spirit pill, Ah Chuan can afford it, and he can still leave 80,000 yuan to feed Kun!

Looking at today, who is not the big guy who hoards the elixir to cultivate?

Only Ah Chuan can make money while continuously improving the cultivation of the wood system! Compared with those mercenaries who are willing to be mortals because they are poor, Ah Chuan has officially started the journey of poverty alleviation and immortal cultivation.

Achuan's financial report immediately attracted the attention of the company's six departments, and they asked Achuan how to achieve a 40% yield rate. Ah Chuan said that academic secrets were kept secret. The company's colleagues looked at Ah Chuan differently, took turns to invite guests to dinner, and wanted to buy shares, but they were rejected one by one.

Zhao Lina drove away Song Zhiyuan, originally regretted, but later found that Achuan's output value was nearly 40% higher than Song Zhiyuan, and it was steadily rising, and the problem of elixir supply was effectively alleviated, and Zhao Lina was overjoyed. The head office was very satisfied with Zhao Lina's work, and included her in the list of promotion inspections, and also added a level of salary, Zhao Lina was overjoyed and worried, her achievements were like dodder seeds, which took root in Achuan's body, and she would die if she pulled it out. She secretly checked Achuan's background, but found nothing, let alone understand Achuan.

Ah Chuan's career advanced by leaps and bounds, but unfortunately the good times did not last long, the public opinion situation changed abruptly, and an angry storm quickly brewed.

At the end of May, Achuan sat on a gross profit of 40,000 yuan and began to improve the company's establishment and recruit financial and accounting personnel. When he and Song Bin were interviewing, Qing Bailian recklessly broke in and presented her mobile phone to Ah Chuan: "Mr. Chuan, the company's official micro has been blasted." ”

Guanwei is the official account of Jiangchuan artificial elixir cultivation company on the "Weizhino" platform, which can gather fans, carry out promotions, and carry out brand linkage, and is the marketing platform with the greatest potential. Ah Chuan attaches great importance to brand building, so he registered the official WeChat for the first time. I didn't expect to be blasted by someone when I was just starting out?

Is someone targeting me?

A question appeared in Ah Chuan's heart. He hurriedly took his phone and swiped through it.