Tick Tick!

Brush......

Room 19 of the nineteen buildings of the West Garden Square Apartment, the metal door quietly slid open.

Chen Xiaoli carried the vegetables and fast food he bought, and as soon as he entered the door, he was stunned for a moment.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

At this moment, on the sofa in the living room, Chen Feng was lying on the side of the small coffee table, writing and scratching with a pen, talking to himself, and getting up and turning around from time to time.

"Hmm...... Yes? Oh, nothing......"

Chen Feng raised his head, only to realize that his sister had already gone home from work.

He looked out the window again. Sure enough, it was another evening. Before you know it, a day of vacation has just passed.

In the secret garden conference hall of the Dark River Network, Chen Feng finished reading the three archived manuscripts of 'Zhang Bairen'. Then, at the invitation of Mr. Logic, he participated in a small discussion.

Those senior members present were eager to reveal all the secrets that Chen Feng had learned.

Of course, Chen Feng will definitely not divulge his secrets. After all kinds of ambiguous maneuvers, Chen Feng carried forward the style of the old god stick. Try to participate in the discussion of fonts as much as possible, and not be specific about what is in the manuscript.

After all, Chen Feng has been established as an authority, no matter how he breaks it up, the senior members are only stunned, and they can't question it. Because the 'Apollo' and 'Nephilim' that they questioned before have been slapped in the face.

After a discussion that seemed to be true and false, Chen Feng left the Dark River Network with satisfaction and returned to reality.

But after returning, there is a more real problem:

How to make money?

Is it to use the knowledge of the traverser to invent and create? Or foreseeing where history is heading and hugging the thigh?

In this out-of-time federal society, the above idea is a joke.

So what about taking the investment route, a few tickets in Chen Feng's pocket are not enough for the gang bosses on the street to eat a few meals...... Not to mention the corporate predators behind the gangs......

Using his knowledge of hell writing to accept commissions and transactions, Chen Feng didn't want to expose his specialness more. After all, if it provokes the cordial 'attention' of the church, it will be a dead end......

If you make a reward for taking on cases in Quankuai, I'm afraid it will be difficult to encounter a big deal again. After all, this industry also has to try luck, and it will be opened for three years at a time. Chen Feng has already opened twice......

Where are so many rich women...... Chen Feng complained to himself......

Relying on the wages and subsidies of the secret office, it is estimated that when Chen Feng is naturally upgraded, the BUG source still has no money to buy it......

Chen Feng kept scratching his head, and found that he couldn't find a way to make money...... Are you angry......

"Brother, haven't you rested well? Is the spirit so bad? ”

Chen Xiaoli put down the things in his hand, walked over and touched Chen Feng's forehead, touched the chip on the back of Chen Feng's head, and said with concern:

"Pretty good, huh? Is it stressful at work? Why don't you go to bed, and I'll call you after I've finished cooking the soup and finished cooking? ”

"It's okay, I'm fine, I'm thinking about things, hehe......" Chen Feng put away the pen and paper, stretched, stood up and said with a smile:

"Let's cook together, we haven't eaten together at home for a long time."

"You still say ......" Chen Xiaoli glanced at Chen Feng, "Brother, you've been too fast lately, you always come home in the early hours of the morning, I'm worried about ......"

"How can you create a better life without working hard! Walk around, cook and cook! Chen Feng smiled and pushed Chen Xiaoli to the kitchen.

The siblings each put on their aprons and started their first collaborative cooking in their new home in the apartment.

Then there is the picking and washing of ingredients, the debate on cooking heat and methods, and the rush of making soup and cooking vegetables. Finally, after a busy time, the brother and sister sat down at the dining table.

Looking at the rich dishes tonight, as well as the thick and fragrant bone broth, Chen Feng's previous depressed mood was swept away. He slammed his chopsticks on the table:

"Open the meal!"

Chen Xiaoli smiled and added a bowl of soup to his brother, then sandwiched a piece of barbecued pork to his brother, and then sandwiched green vegetables for himself and began to eat.

"Why are you losing weight again......" Chen Feng took a sip of soup and asked with a frown.

Chen Xiaoli chewed the rice and said in a low voice:

"Brother, I heard from the old employees that if the salesman is slim and gentle, he will be more friendly. Those who shop will be more willing to pay and do better business. ”

"Ahem......" Chen Feng almost squirted out a mouthful of soup, coughed and said:

"How old are you? Sixteen years old! If you are slim, you can float and walk!! Who told you these nonsense theories, listen to my brother, eat well to grow your body! ”

Chen Feng piled the stewed meat and a few chopsticks into Chen Xiaoli's bowl and made a stern look.

"Oh......" Chen Xiaoli picked up the rice and stew aggrievedly, but then showed a smile in his crescent eyes.

"How's your work going?" Chen Feng asked while tasting his own craftsmanship with the attitude of his brother.

"Uncle Wen seems to be on a business trip, and he will be going for a long time. Then, Daddy didn't come to the store either. Recently, I have been taking care of the antique shop by myself, and a few old employees have come and gone......"

Speaking of this, Chen Xiaoli seemed to be very mysterious and lowered his voice:

"Brother, I found that the antique business has been very good recently, and there are always many customers who come to inquire. However, there weren't many deals, and I went from sales to consulting services......"

"Antiques, of course, it's normal to ask more and buy less...... Chen Feng said in the tone of a passerby, but then he paused, because he didn't know what kind of taste it was for the rich people in this world to appreciate antiques.

"So, I want to learn more. It's a pity that Uncle Wen is not here, and no one teaches me anymore. Chen Xiaoli said with some annoyance, but then said with a little joy:

"Brother, I recently learned about antiques and met some good sisters who study antiques, and I have time to introduce you to you! There are a few that I think are very good, the family is good, the people are beautiful, and then ......"

"Stop!"

Chen Feng hurriedly stopped, knocked on the chopsticks, and said solemnly, "Don't say anything when you eat, don't say anything when you sleep, and talk about gossip after eating." ”

"Oh......" Chen Xiaoli stuck out his tongue and stopped selling his girlfriend to his brother.

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and the brother and sister finished their dinner in a harmonious atmosphere.

After the meal, Chen Xiaoli cleaned up the tabletop dishes and chopsticks, and Chen Feng walked to the balcony to watch the night scenery for the first time in a relaxed mood.

When he first looked at the house before, Chen Feng also looked at the surrounding environment from afar.

But the mood, experience, and feelings now are completely different from those days. At this moment, outside the balcony, the night is low, and the lights from far and near are blurry, like fireflies dotted on a black curtain.

The neon still flickered, and the holographic projection still rendered the sky.

A rare floating car flies overhead, and the nightlife is about to begin. Although the Xiyuanfang apartment is still relatively quiet, it is still as noisy and complex as ever.

Chen Feng's vision can already see that on some streets in Xiwen, the gathered hip-hop youths are playing and playing, there are also gang members chasing, and there are also people who work night shifts, hurrying by with their own dreams.

Chen Feng looked at all this.

Just like Zhang Bairen said, he has integrated into this world, has relatives, friends, and careers, and in the old and present lives, there is no distinction between each other.

In the living room, the sound of video is heard. Chen Xiaoli has curled up on the sofa and started watching her favorite girl anime.

Chen Feng smiled slightly, and simply opened the recliner on the balcony and sat on the chair. On one side is the home indoors, and on the other side is the night view outside the window. The blend of movement and stillness is so real.

This is also the first time Chen Feng has been so relaxed, enjoying this rare warmth.

............

The morning light is faint, quiet and peaceful.

The translucent elevator of the circular type is rising.

Airplanes......

The elevator doors open to reveal a secluded corridor lined with vermilion columns, as well as the dome's permanent lanterns and omniscient apocalypse motifs.

Chen Feng walked on the quiet corridor, and when he turned the fork, he could see Richard boxing in front of the office, looking very relaxed.

"Morning!" Chen Feng leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "That's the matter, what's going on?" ”

"I can only say it's fine." Richard spread his hands, but still said lightly, "The old man told me that there is nothing to worry about, that someone has taken over the matter, and that I should do whatever I want, and everything will be as usual." ”

"Oh, that's good."

Chen Feng nodded silently, so looking at this situation, Li Lao should have met with Li Mingzhi and put things on a showdown. Then the next arrangement is something that Li Mingzhi will deal with.

It is foreseeable that the undercurrent conflict between Hongmeng Luotian and Kumoro Company ......

While the two were chatting, Han Bin walked out of his office with a cigar in his mouth and raised his hand to say hello: "Rookies, morning!" ”

"Bingo, morning!"

"The weekly team meeting is about to start, why are you stunned, let's go."

Han Bin walked past the two of them, punched each of them, and came to the conference area together.

Fan Yin was still standing in front of the front light screen, browsing the latest current affairs briefing. After a few days of physical and mental rest, he seemed to be refreshed. Dressed in a cyan robe, neat and solemn, he returned to the identity of the old-fashioned and upright captain.

Red Goose and Badra were also seated, one trimming his nails with a silver-veined throwing knife, and the other still as silent as a stone roller. Tong Lei sat on the other side, still in the style of not approaching people, with cold and heavy eyebrows and didn't know what to think.

"Good morning, colleagues!"

Wilde walked over from the elevator in Zone 6 with a cup of coffee and greeted everyone with a smile. It's rare that he didn't wear that black velvet nightgown today, but changed into a casual dark loungewear. But the face is slightly pale, maybe not rested well.

After Chen Feng saluted each team member, he sat down.

"Well, we're all here, let's start today's regular meeting."

Fan Yin turned around, put his hands behind his shoulders, and glanced at everyone.

"The Omniscient Apocalypse Temple Inquisitioning Court has given me news. The pursuit of Victor and the Death Eaters will be taken over by the Inquisition. Therefore, the case of the street has come to an end. ”

When all the team members heard this, their expressions were different, but at the same time, they were relieved.

Fan Yin continued:

"Of course, although we can't see the details of the charity hospital at the moment, we can't take it lightly. The observation that should be there is also concern in daily actions. If there is a situation, please report it at any time. ”

"Then the next step is to assign the weekly routine."

When Fan Yin said this, his eyes looked at Chen Feng, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he said with a hint of a smile:

"Chen Feng, apart from Sir Wilde, you are the only 'Psychic Lord' in the Extraordinary Squad Extraordinary Order. Then this week's 'Cemetery Patrol' task is up to you. ”