The old woman who opened the door in front of her smiled kindly and beckoned him into the room. Well, in addition to the somewhat sensitive identity of a surveyor, the outfit he wears is still very popular and admired by the people of Elta.

The simple clerical clothing is sparse and ordinary, and the color is very plain. But it's not something that ordinary Elta people can have. Wearing it proves that your abilities have been recognized by capable people from other worlds, and you are "an indispensable new blood in the nascent Elta Empire." ”

"It's Miss Nellyl Satz, right?" The first thing the surveyor did when he walked into the house was to open the binder, "I am now on the order of the Temporary Municipal Demolition and Relocation Office of the Duncheng Government of the Sierta Administrative District, and I have come to assess the floor area of your residence. Please read the terms and conditions on this sheet of paper and sign here if you are sure that they are correct. ”

"Hey, young man, I'm too old to read clearly, and the morning cloth and notice were read to me by my neighbor." Neryl Satz trembled and took out the title deed on the table, "This is the title deed, or can you please read the terms and I will listen to them, do you need me to pour you a glass of water?" ……”

On the other hand, Bowett was proudly raising his glass, enjoying the pleasure of low-alcohol fruit wine and slices of meat dancing on the tongue. Well, you have to be able to enjoy this every day, that's life!

Although he owned a stake in a printing and dyeing workshop before, he could only squeeze out a little spare money occasionally in housework and daily life, and went to the restaurants and hotels that these rich people frequented almost every day. But as long as today passes, you can come as many times as you want, and it is not a dream to squeeze into the rich circle of Duncheng from now on!

Thinking of this, Bowitt angrily poked his fork into another slice of meat stained with sauce. Although his family is a high-frequency tongue-chewing word among civilians, who can be content to be talked about only by civilians who are busy with three meals? Not to mention that they are talking about the family, not about Bowitt himself.

I want to be a well-dressed "upper-class", I want to make friends with the "upper-class", I want to be one of the real cores of this shield city, I want more fame, more praise, more balls, more ......

Bowitt couldn't help but indulge in the delicacy and fantasy and soar on the spot. Without him, just because this restaurant is indeed filled with a strong smell of "upper class" now. Although the strong smell was not enough to immediately impregnate him as a real "upper class", at least it was enough for him to laugh at himself—of course, as a small citizen.

It's a little later than noon, but this high-end restaurant near Marchstone Street is still buzzing. As Dongcheng District was demolished earlier, several more famous and established restaurants were forced to close and relocate. Compared with the few Chinese restaurants that have not yet made a name for themselves in Shield City at this stage and are all visited by Otherworldters and New Elta employees, more "upper-class people" who stay in Shield City still prefer these traditional old places. It's good to go to the trendy places once in a while...... If you go often, you will inevitably be a little unadaptable.

The deeper reason is that, unlike Mendong City, which is composed entirely of immigrants, Shield City is an ancient city with roots. And for these "upper-class people" who come to the same place for lunch, dining has always been a part of their social life. It just so happens that the old Android machine suddenly loses its function, and the average person will decisively take out another Android card and use it again (if there is, it is generally a spare machine.) Only a few trendy users will choose apples, move chickens and ducks, and touch other possibilities.

The family sitting at the table near the staircase must be the new celebrities of Shield City, the seafood merchants who came here from the south, right? It only takes a slight glance from Bowwitt to spot the celebrities in his coveted social circles. Looking further to the right, isn't the fat man who has enjoyed the exclusive chair but still stuffed the gap between the tables and chairs the young master of the jewelry store?

The pearl necklace around the fat young master's neck made Bowett drool - if he also had that kind of thing around his neck, would he still be worried that there would be no beauty in half the city? Well, the pearls in the jewelry store are only crooked melons and cracked dates that are suitable for necklaces, and the good ones are all taken by craftsmen to set rings. As for the color of the goods hanging around the young master's neck, they are even better than the pearl rings he has ever seen, all of them are large and round, and they look brilliant. As for how much financial resources are contained in it, people who understand it or not, can see it.

"It's a waste to put it on a fat pig like that. That thing must be very aggrieved, right? Looking at it like that, I'm about to be blown up by a neck full of fat! As he thought silently, Bowett bit and swallowed the pieces of meat with hatred, as if it were his own resentment. The price of that necklace is estimated to pay for its own compensation, right? No, probably more than that. These damn guys are really rich......

"Now, we didn't keep half of that jewelry store in the East Side? It's a bit of a fly in the ointment when you think about it. The fat man, who had been watched by Bowitt for a long time, did not take the little man seriously at all, but cut the fillet of marinated fish mixed with soup with a knife, and asked the branch manager who was sitting at the table and eating respectfully.

"Yes, boss." Although the fat man just asked casually, and did not show a very reproachful expression, he still raised his head to face the other party. "The Otherworlders insist that we can only change shops according to the size of the title deed, and whoever we are must follow the rules. So I paid the money for the purchase of the remaining plot according to your pre-arrangement, and you can see if it is ......"

"Well, the façade is going to be bigger. But this time, if you can think of taking this opportunity to bridge up with the Otherworldly, I should reward you well, and as for the money, you can settle the account with me later. The fish have already been caught, how can I not give you the money for the bait? ”

"Thank you, boss." The shopkeeper put down his knife and fork and nodded heavily. That's right, if it weren't for the Otherworld's Speedster's consignment and underwriting, this jewelry store would have been stoned to death sooner or later by the Otherworld's endless variety of jewels. With the same color and weight of gold, the samples sent by the people from the other world can be called gold threads, which are ingenious. This is not the end, all kinds of color-changing beads and crystal rings sent by people from other worlds can be sold when they are sent elsewhere, and even after the price is raised hundreds of times overseas, there are still people who want to go bankrupt and only ask for this thing......

Even the pearl necklace around the neck of the new boss had never seen such a rarity, from the jewelry store to the boss and his father, down to the thugs in charge of the façade guards. How big is this? Why is it so white and round? And such a treasure is just a gift from the Otherworldly people to him after the consignment agreement is reached...... Judging by their tone, it was as if the beads on this necklace did not cost money.

And in the eyes of outsiders, owning this necklace is naturally a huge wealth of money - from the necklace around the fat man's neck to the silk scarf of the lady at the other table, Bowett really began to feel a little powerless. Isn't it a little naïve to think that he has stepped into the "upper class" by often dining in this restaurant? But as long as he thinks of the big brothers who are still tossing between the dye vat and the stinky slime, and the younger brother who walks the trade road with a strange smell, he will feel that this scene in front of him is enough—and I am lucky to have at least got the ticket to the upper class! And you metrics who compete for a few barrels of dye and a few rags can only look up to my glory all your life, expecting me to throw you a precious invitation!

Immersed in the fluttering taste and taste, the real mixed with fantasy, Bowitt seemed to be stepping on the afternoon clouds, and after two or three steps, he was already standing in front of his house.

Turn the key, open the padlock, this door doesn't seem to be a door. Excited, Bowitt's eyes lit up and he gasped - this was clearly a shocking gift from God, and it was a shocking gift made for him alone! Of course, the padlock opened by turning the key is not just a lock, but a bow that ties the gift package!

Desire envelops deeper desires, eroding his reason little by little. Want to come up with the title deed? Be prepared to entertain the surveyor who has just stepped out of another low house, and who is still far from him? Bowwitt, who was jumping with joy as he entered the door, seemed to have forgotten all these things and threw himself into the carnival like a fool.

From one end of Marchstone Street to the other end of Loulanxia Street, Bowett repeatedly measured his possessions with his footsteps. Yes, he'd done it a long time ago, more than once, more than ten, I'm afraid no less than a hundred. In order to accurately determine how long one meter is, he also deliberately glued a meter ruler to the entrance ground on this side of Lu Lanxia Street, and compared it with an open step before each measurement, in order to make himself close to one meter with every step.

There are a total of 37 steps from the head of the bridge to the end of the bridge, and the width of the entire bridge house is the same, more than eight steps. It's not obsessive-compulsive, it's that he feels an inexplicable pleasure every time he calculates this somewhat difficult multiplication - what can you buy for eight square meters of this step and eight steps to make you great? These five steps and eight steps square of fuel raw material barrels, you don't have to touch them again! The wooden bridge that I hate the most is eye-opening, and the surrounding waste-soaked mess looks annoying, but not only can I stop worrying about them in the future, but I can also exchange them for money! White flowers, silver glittering silver coins! Or the cold light of the otherworldly steel hammer! Golden coins, and the big red tickets of the otherworldly!

It's really cool to measure your future wealth in this way, but unfortunately there is a fly in the ointment - Bowett's house is a bit too big in terms of length. If you had just reached the entrance of Loulanxia Street, or if you couldn't hear the knock on the bridge house, wouldn't you have to suffer in the ecstasy of waiting for a longer time?

Suppressing his excitement, Bowitt sat back on the chaise longue in the reception room at the front door, took out the otherworldly candy he bought and stuffed it into his mouth, and then shook his body and waited for good news.