A million ways to survive in the dungeon

Zheng Qian was very surprised, why does this Yingzhou man keep eyeing my wife?

If you look at it lewdly, Zheng Qian will be very unhappy, but you can still accept it for the time being.

After all, this is a disguised way of proving that my wife is beautiful.

Moreover, do you dare to touch my wife?

But the question is, what does it mean when you look at my wife like she's a piece of shit?

Zheng Qian glanced at Mao Nanbei subconsciously.

It's strange, she's very beautiful, and she doesn't show her animal form... Oh, no, she doesn't have her animal form now either.

Look at Okamon Yanong again.

He was indeed looking at Mao Nanbei with disgust.

This made Zheng Qian a little confused for a while.

Could it be that in the eyes of Yingzhou people, my wife is ugly?

"It's not convenient to talk here, why don't you come in first?" Ryuunong Okamon stepped aside enthusiastically.

Zheng Qian didn't think much about it. Who knows what the brain circuit structure of Yingzhou people is? So I simply followed Okamon Yanagi into the castle tower.

Inside the castle tower, there is a very traditional Japanese decoration, with wooden structure, tatami mats and paper sliding doors almost everywhere.

They call it style, Zheng Qian calls it: backwardness.

If an ordinary person were to climb a thirty-eight-story building, wouldn't he be able to climb even a chrysanthemum?

This also made Zheng Qian couldn't help but admire this anal...Gangmen Liunong.

A fat old man climbed 38 floors with only a slight sweat.

Enter the Minister's Cabinet.

A scent of agarwood came to his nose, slightly alleviating the nausea of ​​the magic smell in Zheng Qian's nose.

But Mao Nanbei's expression became obviously uglier.

It's not difficult to understand.

Her sense of smell is many times more sensitive than Zheng Qian's. I'm afraid that for her, smelling the agarwood scent now is the same as smelling a piece of stool sprayed with cologne, right?

"Come, try our Yingzhou specialty Uji tea."

I saw that the farmer Yanagi Okamon had laid out the tea ceremony tools very professionally, and he was able to make cups, warm pots, boil water and make tea in one go. He was obviously an experienced tea drinker.

When the tea is served, the tea is slightly green, and there is just a tea stem standing upright in the center of the bottom of the pottery cup.

Zheng Qian took a sip. Indeed, his lips and teeth were fragrant, his nose was clear, and his heart seemed to calm down. It must be said that it was a good cup of tea.

Noticing the change in Zheng Qian's comfortable expression, Gangmen Liunong smiled proudly and said: "How is it? It's much better than your tea in eastern Sichuan, right? This is authentic tea, but you can't drink it in eastern Sichuan. "

"!!!"

Zheng Qian's hand stiffened.

Looking up, Okamon Yanonong looked proud.

This is not polite at all, but more like showing off.

"Have you ever drank tea from Sichuan East?"

Zheng Qian put down his tea cup and asked.

Ryunong Okamon leaned back in his chair and said with a smile: "After drinking it, during the international exchange a few years ago, the former king Situ Zhou brought a few cans over.

Our Shogun Goto Wakaji didn't like tea, so he gave it to me. I tasted it and I have to say... tsk tsk. "

Having said this, he sighed with regret and shook his head.

Zheng Qian didn't bother to say anything more to him.

Yingzhou’s tea is indeed good tea.

But it only stays at the level of "good tea", far inferior to the "top-quality tea" specially supplied by the royal family in eastern Sichuan.

Situ Zhou did not like to drink tea during his lifetime and only drank boiled water, most of which were given to his subordinates. Therefore, the tea that Zheng Qian drank when he had nothing to do in the Xinzhan King Sect was all the best tea given by Situ Zhou.

As for the tea that Situ Zhou used as a souvenir during international exchanges, Zheng Qian didn't think it would be a good tea.

Because Situ Zhou knew nothing about tea ceremony, he often only looked at the packaging when giving tea out of prestige.

As for tea, the best quality products usually don't have any fancy packaging.

For example, vacuum packaging may look good and ensure the freshness of the tea, but in fact it will slightly affect the taste of the tea to a certain extent.

This is just like when drinking red wine, you should hold the base of the glass with your hands instead of supporting the body of the glass, so that the temperature of your fingers will not slightly affect the taste of the red wine.

Therefore, the kind of tea delivered outside Sichuan is generally a third-rate product with first-class packaging.

However, Zheng Qian didn't say anything about Gangmen Liunong's display.

There is no need to expose Xiao Yingzhou's lack of knowledge. The main purpose of coming this time has been achieved, so leaving as soon as possible is the right way.

"Let's put the tea issue aside for now."

Zheng Qian crossed his chest, leaned back in his chair, and said, "Shall we talk about business?"

Yanagi Okamon raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Does it mean our normal-temperature magic element fusion reactor?"

Zheng Qian nodded and stared at him silently, indicating that he should show his attitude first.

Ranagi Okamon looked embarrassed and sighed: "Mr. Zheng Qian, in fact, the international community really cannot blame us for this matter."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"We are also victims."

"Victim?" Zheng Qian was a little confused.

Ryuuno Okamon said: “If Kota Country was willing to give us the data, we would not have recklessly turned on the reactor.

If the Kota State is willing to cooperate with us, maybe the reactor will be successful.

After the explosion, all countries only blamed us, Yingzhou, but did not actually help us.

Although we, Yingzhou, are powerful, we must also take into consideration the people and the economy.

It’s unjustifiable for us, Yingzhou, to bear a natural disaster of this scale alone, right? "

Zheng Qian's face was slightly gloomy: "What do you mean, Minister Gangmen?"

Okado Yanon laughed: "Since countries feel that this magic crystal will threaten the whole world, they require us to deal with that magic crystal as soon as possible.

Then you should do something, right? After all, the Rodinia continent does not only belong to our Yingzhou. "

"Just make the conditions." After hearing this, Zheng Qian was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

Okado Yanonong stretched out his hands, revealing eight fingers.

"Countries bear 80% of the cost, and we, Yingzhou, bear 20%."

When Zheng Qian heard this, he wanted to laugh out loud.

He asked: "Why should countries be allowed to pay this money?"

Ranagi Okamon said confidently: "Because this is a natural disaster, we in Yingzhou are the victims, and the whole world is also a victim.

You can't ask us to be the victims and also ensure your interests, right? The whole world has a responsibility for this matter. If we, Yingzhou, are to handle it, we must ensure our interests, right? "

"Then what are you going to do if we don't come out?"

Okado Yanonong said: "Then you can only throw it into the sea. This is the most economical way. The seawater itself has the effect of slowing down the growth of magic crystals, so there will be no problem in a short time."

"But if you do this, the entire continent will be assimilated very quickly in the future."

But Ranagi Okamon shrugged his shoulders and didn't care: "I believe that future generations will be wiser than us."

This guy is hopeless.

Zheng Qian snorted and said: "To put it bluntly, what you mean is that you are just an ordinary person anyway, and no matter how long you live, you will not survive that day.

So you think, after I leave, I won't care about the flood? "

"What did Mr. Zheng say?"

The attitude of Ranagi Okamon has also become slightly tougher: "The whole world has put the responsibility on Yingzhou, but it is unwilling to contribute, and yet it requires us to be responsible. You are the one who doesn't care about the flood, right?

Moreover, do I call this irresponsible? This is my trust in the wisdom and ability of future generations, and my belief that future generations are more capable than me. "

"Really."

Hearing this, Zheng Qian probably confirmed it.

These bastards don't want to be responsible at all.

As I am getting older, it is already too late to extend my life.

Anyway, I am an ordinary person, but my life span is only a hundred years. What happens after my death has nothing to do with me?

It seems…

It's really something only I can handle.

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