Han Dongwen's arrangement is naturally not said casually.

Whether it is to let the National Military Department take the initiative to attack, or to let the National Financial Department print more tickets, these two things need to be cautious and must not be done arbitrarily.

Taifu and Manjushri naturally wouldn't really do it with Han Dongwen's words.

Among the three people who received the order, only Jiang Ningyun had the lightest burden on her body—His Royal Highness ordered her to take the stranger, and that's it.

Let's ask, if the leader orders his subordinates, if there are aliens tomorrow, they will wait for three or four hard dishes to open the bottle of Moutai, how will the subordinates answer?

"Too stupid, alien?"

Still is

"Received"?

Most of the subordinates will only think that the leader is sick, but they just agree verbally.

Because of this, Jiang Ningyun can now look at the jokes of the other two with a calm mind.

But that's exactly what Han Dong-moon wants.

In terms of time, the work handed over to Jiang Ningyun can be confirmed as soon as possible.

As long as the Inhumans arrive, they can make these three big people with their own ghosts see that their orders are not nonsense, but that it is really possible.

After the Fa Si really saw the arrival of the alien, the next step was to start weighing how to deal with it on the border battlefield.

And when the National Military Division really realized that the West Asian Church had banned the Grand Duke, the credibility of what Han Dongwen said would naturally rise to a higher level.

It is impossible to win the trust of the three divisions at the same time,

Sure enough, as soon as the three of them left the palace gate, and before they could take a few more steps, several officers and soldiers of the Law Division had already hurried forward and half-knelt in front of Jiang Ningyun.

"What?"

She frowned slightly, slightly confused.

An officer and soldier raised his eyes to look at the other two general directors, got up and moved closer to Jiang Ningyun, and said something anxiously and quietly.

Jiang Ningyun was stunned for a moment, and then said, "The person who descended from the sky? ”

Manjushri and Tantai Fu glanced at each other, and at the same time turned their gaze to Jiang Ningyun.

"Exactly!"

Seeing that Jiang Ningyun did not mean to hide it, the officers and soldiers of the law division clenched their hands into fists and bowed their heads and reported loudly:

"There are many people around Siyang who have reported, although these people speak the same language, but they are not educated, and the people call it——"

"Inhuman ......"

Jiang Ningyun's mouth didn't close for a while, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Taifu and Wenjusri.

Is there really an alien?

"Lord Tantai."

Jiang Ningyun thought for a while, took a deep breath, looked at Tantai and replied: "It seems that the Law Department still has important business tonight, and I am afraid that Master Wen and I will not be able to talk more with adults, so please forgive me." ”

The originally disdainful and contemptuous expression on Taifu's face finally became serious, he looked at Jiang Ningyun and nodded slowly:

"Please, Lord Jiang, Lord Wen, if there is a place where the military division can help, our company will definitely do its best to help."

Accompanied by a group of officers and soldiers of the Law Division, Jiang Ningyun and Manjushri soon ran in the direction of the Dingfa Pavilion in the night.

He stood in place, and the officers and soldiers of the National Soldiers Division who greeted him were also waiting aside, waiting for his general division to leave before he could follow.

"Inhuman......"

He raised his hand and gently rubbed the bridge of his nose.

This definitely doesn't mean that Han Dongwen is unpredictable, but it definitely shows that Han Dongwen has a news channel that is faster than them.

He flicked his sleeves and turned around, and strode towards the horse led by his subordinates - not to mention that this is not allowed to get up in a sedan chair at night, even if it is a blue sky and white day, Taifu is by no means a person who is used to riding a sedan chair.

"Your Excellency, are you going back to your house?"

The two soldiers in front of the horse turned their heads and asked.

Taifu's gaze was still in the direction where Jiang Ningyun had disappeared, and he pondered for a moment, his gaze flashing like light.

"Go to the wounds."

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Han Dongwen had already returned to the dormitory, ordered someone to fry tea, and made some late, and was now comfortably leaning on the chair in the study, cocking his legs, holding the Xuanji plate and looking energetic.

He was looking at the players, mainly, the players of Simeng.

Players are truly a group that people love and hate.

When he used to play games, he never thought about such a question.

The NPC at the entrance of the village tells the player to kill the wolf, one gives five yuan, and after killing ten, the villager pays the player fifty yuan, and the task is completed, which seems to be nothing wrong.

But now, I'm in the position of an NPC.

A thousand players jumped out of the village, not to mention whether there were so many wolves telling them to kill, a thousand players would be paid 50,000 yuan, would the villagers give it?

Tens of thousands of players jumped up and down in Simeng, can the treasury and the people afford to pay them?

If you can't afford it, there will be no more work to be given to the player, that is, the player has no rewards and no events.

Then the player will be lost, and even worse, the player will run to other countries.

Therefore, players must not be put in the position of "predators" in traditional games, where locusts generally harvest their own jobs, revenues, and then pat their butts and leave.

On the contrary, we must use the fastest speed to embed this group of excellent labor force out of nothing.

Pay them and let them produce!

Let them spend and recycle the currency!

If there is no place to consume, the player's package will only end up with thousands of gold coins like the xx world, which is accustomed to the player, but for the world on the NPC side, it can be described as a catastrophe.

If I hadn't been able to understand in advance what kind of existence "aliens" were, I am afraid that Simeng would not have realized such a problem until the economy was about to collapse.

So, where can consumption be generated?

What kind of place can tie up players with a fundamental need and let them delve into it day in and day out?

The answer remains the same, and that is to become stronger.

Just as the ultimate goal of playing a game is to gain happiness through numerical amplification, then whether it is combat or production, the player's pursuit is to become stronger.

It's a timeless principle of multiplayer games, and in most cases, it works.

If you want to become stronger, then I will directly pull you into the major sects, compared to the harsh cultivation conditions in other regions, I will put the path of growth in front of you clearly!

In the Xuanji plate, a large number of players excitedly exchanged their experiences, and the players who couldn't create an account were even more eager to quench their thirst and threw out all kinds of questions.

Players born in the wilderness battle wits and courage with beasts, and feel the realism and sophistication of the action system.

Players born near the suburbs of the city were even more surprised by the strong humanistic atmosphere between the buildings and patterns in front of them, and they took screenshots and videos, releasing the prosperity of "manned areas" such as cities, inspiring players in the suburbs to move towards the city as soon as possible like looking at plum to quench their thirst.

But in Simeng, players who were lucky enough to be born in a populated area soon touched the first batch of mold.

"Bang bang-"

The sound of horses' hooves resounded like raindrops in the streets and alleys, and the blue-armored officers and soldiers carried torches on horseback, running back and forth with the night, almost illuminating the city into a bright white night.

"Strangers should be registered when they enter the city!"

"The law and etiquette must not be violated, the law is supervised, and there is no forgiveness for resisting the law!"

The officers and soldiers of Siyang's legal department were the first to receive an inexplicable order from the general department, treating these strangers as outsiders of the disaster, and began to guide them, explaining what the law could do or not.

With a curious gaze, the player obediently follows the general orders of the mission guide, queues up, enters the city, and registers.

In the live broadcast room outside Simeng, someone was born in the shallows of the Blood Harbor, and after a battle of wits and courage to break into the port, he found himself like a headless fly, and no one paid attention to him.

Someone was born on the outskirts of Olemar, and was beaten to death as a bandit in the panic of the local residents, and was forced to go offline under the shocked gaze of the NPCs.

Some people fell into the snowy fields of West Asia, and some people rushed into the manor of the cultists and were punched out indiscriminately.

And Si Mengnei, although it will take time for the order to be issued, it is not a matter of an instant for players to enter the city in batches, even if they are panicked, they are always orderly.

Next, the Fa Si should naturally introduce this group of players to the sect in the country, I am afraid that when other countries finally figure out what is going on with these strangers, the process of the novice village in Simeng has been built.

Han Dongwen took a sip of chicken soup wonton and smacked his lips with satisfaction.

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