Resurrection Empire

Sun Miao was furious: "Are you really looking for death?"

Ren Zhong shrugged, "So, just take it for my own good and promise me."

Sun Miao gritted her teeth tightly.

"Okay... okay. Damn, why are you so angry, it's disgusting."

"Hahahahaha! Alright, I have other things to do later, bring me an anti-aging potion, I'll bring it for someone."

Sun Miao: "Thirty thousand!"

"I transferred it to you just now, and I also transferred [-] to you. [-] of which is for your return on stock investment. [-] is the second phase of investment in refining Xingyuan Injection. I gave you [-] starting capital for refining medicine, do you have enough money to spend?"

Sun Miao calculated for a while, "It's almost enough. I don't want any more. Anyway, when I go back... I don't really have anything to spend money on."

"Well, it's okay, I'll go first!"

After leaving Miaoshouhuichun, Ren Zhong went to the Arms Mall again.

The injection is imminent, so measure an accurate value for yourself in advance, so that you can be confident.

Ju Qingmeng helped Ren Zhong take off the patch, nodding with satisfaction and boasting.

"The brain-computer synchronization rate is still 29.99%. The bioelectric carrying power is 217.49 kilowatts. The brain response index is 377.61. The physical fitness index is 217.49. Your parameters are steadily increasing, and you are only half a month away from the serious third-level parameters. "

Ren Zhong sat up straight and shook his head: "It's not enough, it's not enough. I can't even deal with Lin Wang now. In addition, there are only 45 days until the census, and I don't see hope yet."

Ju Qingmeng looked at him with some distress, and squeezed his hand slightly, "I know you sympathize with desolate people, but there are always things that can't be helped."

Ren Zhong suddenly grinned again, "How will you know if you don't try?"

Ju Qingmeng also smiled, "That's true. After all, there are many impossibilities in our lives. Okay, Wang Zhaofu's order is almost finished, and he will pack and deliver the things tomorrow or the day after tomorrow at the latest. We still have to Calculate the details of your equipment upgrades carefully. There is no time to sigh here."

"Well. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard."

……

At 10:30 in the evening, after handing over the anti-aging medicine to Ma Xiaoling who came to receive the goods, Ren Zhong immediately lay down on the sofa in Ju Qingmeng's living room.

At this time, Ju Qingmeng has already fallen asleep in the bedroom, and Ma Xiaoling will enter the virtual reality training by appointment in 10 minutes.

Ren Zhong only has 5 minutes to count his current wealth.

Sometimes there is too much money, and the amount of incoming and outgoing items is too large, which is also a happy trouble. It takes several seconds just to count a few zeros.

At about noon today, Ren Zhong completed the last stock exit.

At the beginning, the position he built with 45 points for the first time expanded to 16 million points in 207 days after a series of operations such as adjusting positions and exchanging shares.

After making a small fortune in the Chenhui mining area, he used 58 points to build a second position. The money expanded to 6 million points in more than 123 days, which was slightly lower than expected.

But at this time he had "only" 20 points in his pocket.

After half a month of hard training, under the guidance of Ma Xiaoling's technical and tactical thinking, Ren Zhong and Ju Qingmeng continued to fine-tune the equipment transformation plan, and he added an additional budget.

The money he called Wang Zhaofu was as much as 270.5 million.

In addition, in order to meet the needs of the fourth-level equipment, he also spent 30 yuan to upgrade supporting equipment for Ju Qingmeng's small laboratory.

Ren Zhong had estimated Lin Wang's income before.

The annual gross income is about 700 million. After deducting equipment maintenance costs and various costs, the annual net income should be around 300 million.

Lin Wang became a level-[-] professional captain, and it has been three years since he replaced the level-[-] exoskeleton.

The cost of customizing a fourth-level exoskeleton is relatively high, but it is still feasible. After all, so many years have passed, Lin Wang can always think of ways to find some experts outside.

According to further estimation based on the situation collected when Ju Qingmeng provided some standard parts, the material cost of Lin Wang's equipment should be around 600 million.

Then, the material cost of Ren Zhong's set of equipment has already caught up to half of Lin Wang's.

The actual value must be two-thirds of Lin Wang's. After all, Ju Qingmeng's time-consuming and laborious wages must be included.

Ren Zhong felt that in terms of equipment alone, he already had the power to fight.

Chapter 126 Others can do it, but I can't

Another night of daily hard work and practice.

After basically finalizing the equipment modification plan, Ren Zhong's performance in virtual reality training not only did not improve, but declined.

The performance of the new simulation equipment scheme exceeds his current parameters too much, but the modeling parameters read by the virtual reality are still at the current level, like a small horse-drawn cart, and it should be difficult.

Ma Xiaoling was annoyed and amused by his tough-headed appearance.

She persuaded in the tone of someone who has experienced it: "I said, Ren Zhong, your idea is good. There is nothing wrong with adapting to the new equipment in advance. The suit you and Manager Ju jointly designed is really good, but your heart is too big, and the parameters exceed It’s too far away. At least it will take you a year to control it? It doesn’t make much sense for you to adapt in advance.”

Ren Zhong didn't talk to her too much, but said: "Thank you, Teacher Ma, for reminding me, but I have my own plan."

Ma Xiaoling: "What plan?"

Ren Zhong secretly rolled his eyes, originally he wanted to say why you ask so many questions, can't you just be a good teaching tool.

But thinking that the other party is now his combat mentor, he restrained himself a little, and only said: "The secret must not be revealed, and you will know after a while, Mr. Ma."

Ma Xiaoling shrugged, "It's boring, what's the point. Could it be that you can still give yourself a shot of Xingyuan injection?"

Ren Zhong: "Uh..."

"Don't dream, that thing is too precious. I've heard of it, but I've never seen it before."

Ren Zhong: "Uh..."

Ma Xiaoling made a stab again, "Also, I have never seen you design equipment like this. All the additional parts on your body are offensive. Why are you so extreme? Do you want to exchange one with the beast? Is it worth it? ?Saving your life is the kingly way, and only if you live can you have hope."

There's really no way to answer this.

It was Ju Qingmeng who stood next to him and took the blame, "It's my suggestion. I think the most extreme offense is the strongest defense."

Ma Xiaoling gave her a dissatisfied look, "What bad idea did you come up with? What if you meet an opponent who can defend against his moves? You will kill him sooner or later."

Ju Qingmeng stopped immediately.

She felt wronged.

In fact, she is also a craftsman, and a real designer has a heavy responsibility.

Of course, the armor style was determined by Ren Zhong himself. She raised her mouth a little bit, and what Ren Zhong persuaded was that the strongest spear is the strongest shield.

This sounded quite bluffing, so she believed it, but Ma Xiaoling, a senior expert, pointed out the flaws.

Ren Zhong hurriedly stood up to smooth things over, "Teacher Ma, let's hurry up, I'm about to start again."

Ma Xiaoling pursed her lips, "Okay, go ahead, I'll see how long you can survive in the ruins of beasts this time. I'll call your last name after 5 minutes."

5 minute and 30 seconds later.

Ren Zhong: "Teacher Ren, can you comment?"

Ma Xiaoling was furious, "You really have no sense of humor!"

Ren Zhong successfully diverted from the "doubt" that the equipment crossed too much.

Ju Qingmeng next to him was actually somewhat puzzled about this.

But she is much more blind, so she doesn't ask more questions.

Anyway, she had already bet everything on Ren Zhong, and there was no turning back when she opened her bow.

She believes in trustworthy wisdom, and tries her best to restrain herself from questioning the burdensome choices, which will only increase the trouble.

After the one-night training and the one-hour private lecture by the stock god, at 35:[-] in the morning, when Ren Zhong and Ju Qingmeng were having breakfast at the dinner table, he voluntarily confessed about the Xingyuan injection.

Ju Qingmeng covered his mouth in shock, "Injection made from a whole piece of first-grade ore source stone? Do you plan to use it alone?"

Ren nodded, "Yes."

Ju Qingmeng thought for a long time, but couldn't help asking: "Since Sun Miao said that the death rate is as high as 90, why don't you dilute the medicine into several doses and give it to other people? You can't trust Zheng Tian, ​​Chen Hanyu and Yu Jin them?"

Ren Zhong shook his head, "That's not true. Lin Wang's fighting style and equipment are all pursuing the ultimate balance. Promote all of us to the third level of the whole staff, I am afraid he can't do anything with him in his prime."

"It is impossible for me to catch up with him in the short term, so I will do the opposite with him. He pursues balance, and I pursue the ultimate. Whether it is fighting style or strength upgrade, I pursue the ultimate. I will build myself into a peak force first, and amputating ten fingers is worse than cutting off one, so as to break through the current difficulties, and then talk about other things."

Ju Qingmeng thought about it for a long time this time, "It seems that there is really no other good way."

After dinner, Ren Zhong walked out of the villa again, and he was going to Lin Wang's manor to report.

Lin Wang re-ordered three hovercrafts yesterday, and they arrived today.

Ren Zhong walked in the villa area inside the white wall, looking around at will.

Along the way, there are blue trees, dewdrops hang on the emerald green meadow, and the air is particularly fresh.

The clattering fountain sprays water droplets in the air.

The twilight of the early morning sun shines obliquely, bringing a rainbow of seven colors beside the fountain.

A few young citizens in civilian clothes are leisurely riding a hoverbike across the winding path made of neatly stacked square stones.

These few people walked slowly all the way and chatted all the way, talking and laughing, having fun, handsome men and beautiful women, showing a sense of leisure and ease.

Ren Zhong looked at the backs of these people, with lingering disdain and disgust in his eyes.

He began to feel unwell.

Now he already knew that, except for Ma's father and daughter and Ju Qingmeng, all the citizens in the town were wicked.

It is these people who will lightly cast votes that will determine the lives of more than [-] desolate people at the same time the census is over.

It wasn't until he stepped out of the white wall and entered the slums that Ren Zhong's discomfort eased a little.

Cycling on the street all day long, Ren Zhong hasn't slowed down to feel the atmosphere of the town for a long time.

A tide of people poured out from the centralized sleeping cabin, turning into thousands of trickles and rushing to every corner of the slum.

Compared with when Ren Zhong first arrived a month and a half ago, there is not much change on the surface.

The faces of the low-level desolate people who have nothing to do all day, eat and wait to die are still numb.

Only a small number of scavengers, or small shopkeepers, or other barren people who got a job by chance were full of worry.

Ren Zhong knew what these people were worried about. They were counting how many days until the census.

They are full of confusion about the future.

But Ren Zhong was different, he seemed to see a countdown clock hanging above everyone's head.

The number is 44.

It was as if he possessed a supernatural power, able to see at a glance how many days of life another person had left.

44 days.

They have 44 days left to live.

Ren Zhong silently lowered his head and quickened his pace.

He did not tell Madafu about the real plan of Zijing Mining Mengdu Group and Yang Bingzhong.

At least this time, he was going to hide it from Madafu.

One day to tell the truth, the flame of hope pinned in Lao Ma's heart on himself will not be extinguished.

The old horse can still hold on.

But once he knows the truth, and with Ren Zhong’s understanding of Madafu’s character, he may voluntarily give up Xinghuo Town immediately, asking himself to take people away immediately, and at the same time let many barren people go their separate ways, just hoping how long they can live how many.

But when the burden comes, there is actually nowhere to go.

Second, let these desolate people go into the wilderness, no matter which direction they go, none of them will survive in the end.

Sometimes withholding information is tantamount to preserving hope.

When he arrived at the manor, he randomly chose a new hoverbike.

Lin Wang made an arrangement, "Although we lost the demolitionist and the breeding warrior, Bei Lihui and I still have the ability to hunt inside the abandoned mine pit. The responsibility is slightly weaker, but we can also deal with the third-level ruin beast. So Our action plan for the next period of time is as follows, go hunting in the abandoned mine pit in the morning, and disperse in the afternoon to collect chips from the scavengers. Especially during the period from 06:30 p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., we must strengthen our efforts."

Lin Wang adjusted the time.

Don't look at it just reversed the order of morning and afternoon, but there is actually a lot of tricks in it.

Collecting occasional taxes in the morning is definitely not as ruthless as in the afternoon.