Global Cards: I Create Eastern Mythic Card Deck

Qingshan, Dushuo.

The graphite-grey Yitong Huanxing Building reaches up to the clouds. It clears up after the rain, and the dim light floats on the ceiling, reflecting the remaining mist in the air, creating a rainbow light.

CEO Ren Changlin stood on the top floor of the building with his hands on the club.

He is not tall, only about 1.67 meters tall, and has a somewhat stout figure. He has a kind face and looks very kind.

But when such a person pokes at him, it is difficult for anyone to feel any disrespect at all - this person's eyes are full of fierceness, and he has a bit of a smiling tiger.

"The Great Wall of Peach Blossoms and the Gate of Hell, my son really gave me a great gift."

Ren Changlin raised his hand and threw the club into the bucket, facing the brilliant rainbow light, showing a meaningful smile.

"The fat man has grown up."

The old man with gray hair on his temples said with a smile.

Fatty is Wang Ren’s nickname.

Ren Wang, who is now 1.9 meters tall and strong, was a real chubby when he was born.

In that era, Ren Changlin, who only "got a son in old age" in his thirties, was filled with joy when he saw his fat son, so he gave his son a nickname without any sense of boundaries: Fatty.

As a rising star and a nouveau riche, the Ren family didn't have that many rules. Because of this, the housekeeper who was over sixty years old and the chubby cook aunt also liked to call King Ren "fatty".

This is one of the reasons why he doesn't want to go home.

"Qingshan ghost genius, Qingshan Cup champion, civilian genius..." Ren Changlin muttered in a low voice and smiled again: "My son's life is better. As soon as he debuted, he encountered such a tough opponent that is rare in a century. It will be fine in the future. .”

The housekeeper, who was over seventy years old, was a little confused about what he meant. No matter how much experience he had, he couldn't replace his sharp eyesight: "Chang Lin..."

Ren Changlin turned his head when he heard the sound, showing a reassuring and honest smile, but his eyes showed a shrewd light that contradicted it: "If I guess correctly, this Great Wall should be Fatty's new brother, the one named Ji Nian Designed by children.”

"what?"

The housekeeper frowned when he heard this, and his first reaction was disbelief: a commoner who has just grown up is what the elders often say is a good person among people, a person who is born rich. Due to the limitations of his growing environment, it is impossible for him to have such a talent at this age. Big pattern.

This is simply unbelievable.

Ren Changlin was extremely determined: "If all impossibilities are eliminated, what remains, even if it seems impossible, must be the truth."

"The fusion of secret realms is intensifying, evil organizations are in turmoil, Jingshen breaks through the wall and invades, and the younger generations are not accepted... The alliance is having a very difficult time now. Morale is generally low in various places, and the gloomy wind of 'don't fight, obey fate' is sweeping across Blue Star."

"In this case, if the people who designed the Great Wall have some ability to protect themselves, they will be pushed up to boost morale."

"Kiuzhou is in urgent need of a breeze now to clear away the gloomy atmosphere."

"But Uncle Zhao also saw their reaction. The so-called 'chief engineer' is almost invisible."

"What does this mean? The person who designed the Great Wall was not very capable, but the backstage was very hard. The people behind it wanted him to develop with peace of mind and grow freely, so they worked hard to suppress those bad voices."

"But this doesn't prove that the kid named Ji is the chief engineer of the Great Wall..." The old housekeeper's neatly groomed beard moved, and he couldn't keep up with Ren Dong's brain.

Ren Changlin didn't explain much. He just stretched out a finger and lightly scratched the window.

Wang Jindong, former chief instructor of Zhenyuan Army’s Dongtu District and commander-in-chief of [Battle of Mountains and Seas], is now the principal of Taoyuan No. 3 Middle School.

Zhou Changqing, the former president of the Dongtu Card Makers Association, the commander-in-chief of [Battle of the Underground Palace], the founder of the violent soldier style, and the current president of Shenzhou University.

In the past few days, many people have been running around for the [Great Wall Project], and these two are the biggest figures among them, and they are also the masters that Qingshan has obtained.

I haven't been able to work for many years, and I haven't been able to survive for many years. My thinking is rigid and I can't think of anything interesting.

As far as Ren Changlin knew, there was an old man with great connections who had left messages to various evil organizations: not to investigate the [Great Wall] matter for one year.

Those mad dogs really gave him face, and they stopped that day.

In the past hundred years in Kyushu, the only person with such a strong relationship seemed to be the "common slave" who had been "dead" for many years.

They say that he is at home all over the world, but Ren Changlin knows very well that the old guy is also from Qingshan, and is known as the "Old Ghost of Taoyuan".

He is cautious by nature and is very afraid of death. If he really fakes his death to escape, he will definitely shrink into a corner and act like a thousand-year-old king or an eighty-thousand-year-old tortoise.

It can only be a matter for future generations to allow him to put his head out despite the many risks.

"Protecting the calf" has always been the biggest weakness of the Kyushu people. No matter whether they are calm and steady, tough and tolerant, vicious and vicious, or selfish, when the time comes, their flaws may be exposed.

Ren Changlin followed the clues and discovered many interesting things.

"Xie Wenyuan..."

Ren Changlin reached out and tapped the explosion-proof glass in front of him, and whispered, "What a good eye." Then he turned around, looked at the housekeeper and said, "Uncle Zhao, don't let the fat man know what I just told you."

"I will personally visit the Taoyuan Great Wall. You can help me sit down and arrange the people and materials. If we want to do it, we can make it beautiful."

"This is important."

"besides……"

Ren Changlin smiled inexplicably and said:

"The person surnamed Yan should be dismissed. Fan Lei and Su Wen will also return to the Zhenyuan Army. The local association can't find suitable people for a while. It should be recruiting local card masters. Please help me keep an eye on it and notify you. As soon as possible, we will mobilize our Ren family's connections, and at the end of the day, we will help me get the position of Vice President of Taoyuan."

"Chang Lin, the higher-ups just issued a notice not long ago that direct descendants of aristocratic families are not allowed to hold important positions in the Card Makers Association above the district or county level..."

Before the butler finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ren Changlin, waving his hand and saying, "Are we from a noble family? We are not a nouveau riche."

After saying that, he laughed loudly and said: "We just have a few bad guys. Our network of contacts and intelligence network are reasonable. Strictly speaking, we are still ordinary people who can be won over."

"Chang Lin, don't you dream of letting the Ren family integrate into the aristocratic family? Once you become the vice president, you will never have another chance." The old housekeeper reminded.

"Uncle Zhao, the world has changed. We need to be more relaxed. Scenery gods and demons may appear in front of us at any time. In these troubled times, the so-called 'aristocratic families' and 'rich families' may not be as valuable as a piece of rotten steamed buns in the future. .”

"I think our family in Qingshan all want to be emperors. We don't have such a thick belly, and we don't have that much ambition and confidence. Let's just take a gamble. If we win, we will be the ministers of the dragon. If we lose... "

Ren Changlin smiled and said: "With our Ren family's foundation, if we gamble, there is still a small chance of 'winning'. If we don't gamble, we will be famous for a while, but the ending will be death without a burial, which is no different from losing in gambling." "

"We had no choice from beginning to end."

Looking at the gorgeous red clouds on the horizon, Ren Changlin's eyes became more profound.

Based on his father's humble business, this smart man has built a huge business empire on his own, with resources and connections that rival those of aristocratic families. At this moment, in his mind, dots form a line, and a line covers the whole area, thus forming A closed loop with strict logic and no flaws.