Chapter 208: Lone Star Tears

That night, Agent J and Juan had a video call.

Agent J complained, "I didn't catch anything!" ā€

Juan shrugged his shoulders and said, "It can't be helped, if you didn't rush in that day, there will be no chance to fish in troubled waters." ā€

Agent J pleaded, "Can you talk to Brother Fran so that you can give me a little bit." ā€

Juan said casually: "Now that he is not in my hands, I have no way to deal with him." ā€

Agent J looked up to the sky and sighed: "Unwilling! ā€

Juan kindly persuaded: "Brother, I advise you to die of this heart, after all, he is the leader of the Falangist Party, if he sues you in front of the black light president, you will be finished." ā€

Agent J was heartbroken: "I hate it! ā€

Juan felt that the line of the Coalition Bureau of Investigation was still useful, and he comforted:

"Otherwise, I will personally contribute 20,000 alliance coins, and you can take it to drink tea for your brothers."

"It's only 20,000, it's called Hanako!"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes." Agent J muttered, "No matter how small the mosquito is, it's still meat, and it's all dry, so you can't go back empty-handed." ā€

Juan transferred 20,000 yuan and sent Agent J away.

He glanced at the account balance by the way, and there were more than 55 million.

The monthly installment of 2 million continues.

The lawsuit between the unscrupulous lawyer Kafka and the All-Union Rifle Association, and it is also not known how it is going.

Juan didn't ask, and he didn't look at the account details.

Juan is not making much money at the moment, and his ability to maintain positive financial growth should be due to the Sims project.

Now that the output of learning machines has gone up, the number of players is increasing, although there is no big guy like the "rich second generation", but it has accumulated a lot, and the income is also very considerable.

The next morning, when Juan passed by the restaurant, he saw the "rich second generation" eating magic peas.

No, it's not the "rich second generation", it's his clone, the dwarf, who doesn't have a learning machine on his head.

The clone put the beans into his mouth one by one, and as he ate them, he said:

"He's going to be back, he's not coming back, he's going to be back, he's not coming back......"

Juan was a little surprised, but didn't step forward to ask.

Back in his office, Juan called for Yaling, who commanded:

"The expedition to the Emerald Planet has been a success.

"This matter is the result of the collective efforts of all the people of the same kind, and it is the credit of everyone, and I am going to hold a grand celebration to celebrate.

"It just so happened that three days later it was the New Year of the Beautiful Planet.

"You inform me that all the people will have a day off that day, and the team leader or above will come to the building for a meeting, and then have a dinner, and I will pay for it."

Yaling nodded in response, and then, with a guilty look on his face, he reported:

"Boss, the 'rich second generation' has quit The Sims."

Juan looked at Yaling in surprise.

Yaling continued: "The 'rich second generation' left a message, saying that he wanted to change his face, be a good person, and move Tyrande with his pure heart, so he stopped playing the Sims game. ā€

"And what about the movie he planned?"

"He said he wouldn't shoot anymore, the recruited actors were all disbanded, and the props he had prepared were gone."

"We won't return the money!"

"He didn't ask us to return the money."

Juan said indifferently: "That's okay, quit and quit, anyway, there are spare tires."

"Send the 'rich second generation' learning machine back to the Ironforge Workshop, his one is a first-generation machine, and there are whole Crusu tentacles in it, which can now be divided into hundreds of parts."

Ya Ling said with a bitter face, "It's gone." ā€

"What?"

"I can't find it, the learning machine, the clone said it wasn't with him, but I didn't receive it."

"Could it be that someone below took it?"

"I've checked it, and I said it was confiscated."

"It's weird, that thing has no wings, can it fly on its own?"

Yaling guessed, "Could it be that Tyrande took it?" She didn't know what the 'rich second generation' looked like, and when she arrived at the Emerald Administrative Planet, she might need to learn the machine as a token of the joint. ā€

"There is this possibility, forget it, it's just a learning machine." Speaking of this, Juan suddenly thought of something, "By the way, what about Crusoe?" Tyrande won't take Crusu with him, will he?! Then our learning machine will run out of raw materials! ā€

"No, Tyrande didn't take the baby octopus Crusu. Still, boss, you'd better check out Cruso, it's in a weird state and looks fine, but my gut tells me it's not very good. ā€

Juan is in a hurry, the little octopus Cruuse is an indispensable and irreplaceable part of the entire "Sims" plan, and nothing can happen.

After asking if Crusu was still in Tyrande's room, Juan rushed over.

In the room, the little octopus Crusu was lying on Tyrande's bed, with servants serving beside him.

Juan asked, "Is there anything out of the ordinary?" ā€

The servant replied: "Your Excellency, everything is normal, it can eat, drink and sleep, there is no problem. ā€

Juan trusted Yaling's instincts more than the servant's answer.

He wandered around the room suspiciously.

Suddenly, Juan realizes that something is wrong.

He asked, "How many questions did Cruthus do today?" ā€

The servant was dumbfounded: "Do the question?" What questions to do? ā€

Juan was furious: "Such an important situation, why don't you report it?!" ā€

The servant continued to be dumbfounded: "I—I don't know, what the problem, where is the problem, it can eat, drink, sleep......"

"Do you think it's a scumbag like you?! That's why you can only be a servant! ā€

The servant muttered, "I read well, but I don't have a good father." ā€

Juan huffed and drove the servant away.

He put on a smiling face and approached the little octopus Cruuse kindly:

"Crusoe, although you pretend not to care, I can see that you are sad that Tyrande is gone.

"If you are sad, cry out, don't hold on, it's not a sin for a man to cry."

There was water vapor condensed in the eyes of the little octopus Crusoe, and then turned into a tear hanging on the side of the eye socket and refused to fall.

Juan gently stroked Crusu and said, "Tyrande is gone, you still have me, and the doll, and Yinda Yinji, and many uncles and aunts."

"This is your home, we are all your family, don't feel lonely, you are not alone, never will be."

Tears flowed down the eyes of the little octopus, more and more like a spring, and it trembled and put its tentacles on Juan's hand.

Juan took Cruthus in his arms and said affectionately: "From now on, you are my child, just like a doll." By the way, do you want a set of two-mold rolls? I've heard that one is quite difficult. ā€

"Wow~"

The little octopus Crusu burst into tears, and he pestered Juan and cried profusely.

"Chirp~chirp, chirp~chirp......"

Just cry out.

With this thought, Juan fell straight down.

His hairs stood on end, his muscles stiffened like stones, the electrical currents in his nerves crackled, and every brain cell was stimulated to break dance.

Cruso's cry contained a wealth of emotion, and a richer spiritual shockwave, and one wave after another, like a raging wave crashing into a lighthouse on a reef.

Juan's brain chip is still functioning normally, but his brain is being scrubbed over and over again.

He was so excited that waves of inspiration and ideas came to his mind, and yet, his body couldn't move.

As a result, the energy of mental shock accumulated and amplified in Juan's brain, and seemed to turn him into a signal amplifier in a telecom base station.

In a trance, a world tree across the star map appeared in Juan's mind.

On the tree, there is a huge octopus, the tentacles of the octopus are tightly wrapped around the trunk, each suction cup is discharging, and the current is transmitted to every leaf through the trunk and branches.

150,000 leaves trembled together.

Juan's consciousness jumped from leaf to leaf.

He saw that the painter dropped the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the brush, and smeared it on the canvas.

He shouted, "This is what it feels, this is what it feels!" ā€

He saw that the students got up from their beds in the middle of the night and spread out the test papers.

He shouted, "I've figured it out, I've figured it out!" ā€

He saw that the writer, who had been intimate with his wife for half the time, suddenly stood up.

Then, the writer turned a blind eye to his wife, who was holding a kitchen knife with fire in her eyes, and only focused on writing hard.

He shouted, "Inspiration is coming, inspiration is coming!" ā€

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