222 Dirty Politics
Luo's father didn't want Roland to play any games, and even if he was very profitable, he didn't want his son to waste too much time on it.
The time that you can really work hard in life is about 20 years after graduation and work, and the first few years are particularly important.
But he can't say what he is teaching now, plus the current 7.2 million, the total amount in Roland's current bank account is nearly 10 million yuan.
And he also promised before that as long as Roland can make enough money within the specified time, he will not care whether he plays games or not.
As a result, it has only been about half a year, and Roland has earned several times the money of the original target, and the time is only a fraction of it. If it's just hundreds of thousands, or millions, you can still talk about him.
But now it's nearly 10 million.
Can you really play games to make money?
Are you already outdated?
Father Luo is in a very confused mood now.
Luo Mu woke up from her stunned consciousness faster, she looked at the bank card on the desktop, and asked a little excitedly: "Ah Ming, should we go to the suburbs to buy some land, I heard that we still have to develop to the south in the future, while the land is not expensive now, take a piece down." β
Ah Ming is Luo's father.
By this time, Roland had already left the room, he left his bank card, and told his parents the password.
Nearly 10 million is indeed a lot of money, but recently Roland has not been very interested in this, besides, he will continue to receive gold coins in the game, as long as the gold coins do not drop in price, his money will be a lot. This game has its own set of economic system, gold coins are precious metals, they are limited, not paper money that can be printed indefinitely, gold coins are one of the three most important currencies in the game, even if the exchange ratio fluctuates, it will not be low.
Unless the game is closed.
This is the most feared problem for all friends who play games to make money.
Father Luo thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll go ask my friends in the Land Construction Bureau to see if there is any inside information or something." β
Since the son handed over the bank card, it is a trust in the two elders.
Naturally, they have to think about their son's future.
Whenever you have a piece of land, even if you run out of money one day in the future, you can build a home on the ground.
Unlike small cities and big cities, there are still many plots of land in the suburbs that can be auctioned off for private residential use.
Roland went to the Sword Gym the next day, and today was cloudy. Roland was writing breakfast in the kitchenette as usual, and Xisha was doing the cooking work on the side, with his back to Roland.
She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and skinny jeans on the bottom, the kind that covered her hips, and she completely showed her figure at once.
Just looking at the back, it gives people a feeling of being quite youthful and energetic, and slender and wonderful.
In addition, Xisha has been doing housework all the time, which also brings her the temperament of a kidney wife and a good mother.
Really...... It's very suitable for being a wife.
Roland glanced at Xisha in a daze, Xisha seemed to feel something, turned his head to look at Roland, and said with some surprise: "How strange are your eyes." β
"No, I just suddenly feel that you seem to be a very virtuous woman."
"Cut!"
Xisha glanced at Roland angrily, and then turned around to continue to do the work, but the corners of her mouth pursed slightly, and her pupils brightened a lot.
Roland had a delicious breakfast and came under the greenhouse.
Qi Shaoqiu was happily smoking the world with the root armor in his mouth, and Roland sat on the side, looking up in a daze.
At this time, Li Lin and the others had not yet come, so the place seemed very empty.
"Young man, I think you seem to be a little worried." Qi Shaoqiu sat next to Roland.
Roland thought for a moment, and then said: "I suddenly found that Xisha is very suitable for being a wife, and I was wondering if I would be beaten by you if I chased her." β
Qi Shaoqiu looked at him quietly without any expression.
Roland felt a little weak-hearted, and said to others that he wanted to soak his sister, which would happen to ordinary people.
After staring at Roland with ugly dead fish eyes for a while, Qi Shaoqiu stood up and said disdainfully: "You are the most coercive person I have ever seen." β
Roland sighed.
When he returned home in the evening, after dinner, Roland practiced the Taoist room technique, meditated until about half past nine, then took a shower and lay down in the virtual game cabin.
Roland continued his original game life, staying in the laboratory to refine the abilities of the spell puppets, and when he was tired, he went to teach the magic apprentices the basic theory of spell casting.
The days passed without much of a wave.
Another fourteen days or so passed.
The Magic Tower has a special guest.
The famous 'postman' of the forum has come to the Magic Tower and brought a letter to Roland.
The postman looked like a dusty man, he saw that Roland was a little excited, held Roland's hand with both hands, and said quite happily: "Lord Roland, I have always admired you, and now I finally see the real person." β
"I admire you even more." Roland smiled: "There is actually my letter, it is not Kaka-Bad's." β
Speaking of the letter, the postman's expression immediately became serious, and he placed a white letter in front of Roland: "You should look at this letter now." β
Roland was a little surprised by the postman's change in expression, and he opened the envelope as he said.
Inside was a blank piece of paper full of words, not parchment.
Such a blank sheet of paper is quite expensive.
The text is very sloppy, even a little messy, and it can be seen that the person who wrote the letter must be quite confused at this time.
'My friend Roland, by the time you read this letter, I will surely be dead. β
Roland's brow furrowed immediately.
I'm sorry, but I can't give you the 'reward'. The queen said to me the day before yesterday that I had taken her captive and violated her. Even though I found evidence of an alibi, everyone believed it, and no one spoke for me, including the president, who had been very optimistic about me. The royal family has decided to hang me a day later and burn me at the stake. β
I was placed under house arrest in the manor and waited for the execution to be carried out tomorrow, but luckily the postman had brought a letter to the manor, so I asked him to bring a letter. I beg your pardon for unilaterally tearing up our previous verbal contract. Now that I think about it, there were already signs before, but I was too naΓ―ve to think about this layer, and politics is really dirty. β
'Now I don't know what to say, I don't want to ......'
There is a passage here that is covered in black stains.
Anyway, getting to know you and being friends with you is the happiest thing in my life. β
This concludes the letter.
Roland grabbed the letter with his right hand and clutched the letter into a ball.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I don't know." The postman shook his head: "I passed by the manor, and this employer stopped me. Kept me waiting for half an hour and gave me a letter for me to bring to you. β
After a pause, the postman continued: "By the way, I watched this employer being hanged and then burned at the stake, and he shouted before the temporary that someone would avenge him. Those who hurt him will soon be punished. β
Roland's hands were clenched into fists, and the knuckles of his fingers were white from excessive exertion.