Chapter 147： Circus high-end business

Chapter 147 Circus high-end business

After a few months.

The date has come to the end of 4418 in the solar calendar, and 8:00 a.m. on June 1 next year will be the exact time of the public beta.

At this time, there are still six months before the public beta.

The weather in Amber City gradually became colder.

There was even a light snowfall in the sky, blown by the wind, and the snowflakes fell on the hats, scarves and shoulders of pedestrians. The body temperature melts the snowflakes, turning them into ice water that seeps into the fibers, making people shiver uncontrollably.

Residents in the inner city have long been prepared, with wool coats for cold protection, thick windbreakers, all kinds of fashionable fur gloves and hats, and even warm water bags inlaid with jewels and diamonds.

"These winters are getting colder and colder..."

At a table in front of Chen Lun, two old men wrapped in coats were drinking and chatting.

"I heard that the crops outside the city are not harvested, and the crops in the spring of next year will also be affected. Now the price of food is generally rising, and the crime rate in the outer city is rising faster than the price of food, alas."

"Heh, last week my son had a meal with Mr. Hardy of the Moses Voyage, and they talked about a business, and they happened to talk about these things..."

One of the old men picked up a delicate wine glass, took a sip, and shook his head with emotion.

"Right now, the price of salt shipped from some salt-producing cities in Amethyst City, Phosphorus City, and Anshuimang City has basically doubled... If the salt content of salted fish and meat is not enough, it is easy to spoil, and now Food is expensive and refugees outside the city have died in droves."

The three men at the other table heard the conversation and joined the chat with great interest.

"That's a lot of work. If the corpse is not disposed of in time, it will cause an epidemic!"

A fat, white man wearing glasses said while drinking wine.

One of his companions, lighting a cigarette, added:

"The epidemic has already begun to spread, and the surrounding towns such as Emerald Town, Bingnuo Town, and Youdou Town all have plagues, and those scattered small villages have become hotbeds of the damned epidemic...!

The inner city police station must guard the Amber Bridge, and people from the outer city cannot be easily allowed to come in! Otherwise it would be unimaginable…”

Another seemingly polite companion frowned and said with disgust:

"Actually, the Amber River has long been polluted by those disgusting mixed-race people. Maybe our daily drinking water contains the disease they brought over!

The people in the outer city are damned, they should all be driven away! "

His two companions seemed a little nervous after hearing this, but they still persuaded:

"It shouldn't be that serious... Dumi, you are too excited."

The gentleman named Du Mi didn't give up. After he drank two sips of spirits, the disgust on his face became even worse, and he began to flush and curse. He even bluntly said that if he joined the army, he would definitely kill all those low-level people.

The two old men shook their heads upon seeing this.

One of the old men called the waiter again, brought a few glasses of expensive spirits, and then took out a small bag of unknown strange things from his arms.

"Don't worry, boys... I happen to have some anti-epidemic medicine here, let me share some with you."

The old man opened the small wrapping paper, and inside were two broken black solids, which looked sticky and not very clean and hygienic.

The three men looked at each other, then shook their heads, no one dared to accept this weird "drug".

"Don't worry, this is the anti-epidemic medicine developed by the believers of the 'Black Messenger', you can try some of it... These days, even the Red Apple Church is unreliable, so which existence should one believe in to obtain salvation."

While speaking, the old man picked up a piece, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew slowly.

There was nothing strange about the expression on his face, but he smacked his mouth with unfulfilled intentions.

Seeing this, the three men were both worried about the plague and thought of the newly built Black Messenger Square, and finally put some black paste into their mouths suspiciously.

After all, the "black messengers" that emerged during this period are quite convincing. After all, too many people witnessed the incident half a year ago.

"Hmm...it tastes very sweet, is this brown sugar?"

The fat, white man with glasses chewed a few times and asked in doubt.

The old man nodded and asked with a smile:

"Do you feel hot?"

The three men suddenly felt tightness in their chests and sweating on their foreheads. They began to worry whether they had taken some poison.

"Oh, don't be nervous, this is the effect of the anti-epidemic medicine, and you just drank some wine... It's right to have a fever, you will only feel warm and powerful, and it won't be a bad thing."

The old man looked at the people at the tables around him again, and enthusiastically sent out the "anti-epidemic medicine" in his hand.

The other guests more or less heard the chat just now, and this is a famous bar in the inner city, almost all the people who come here are familiar faces, so they are not too vigilant.

After a while, several middle-aged customers took some "anti-epidemic medicine" from the old man and took it on the spot.

They said that they were really hot all over and felt good.

"Young man, would you like some?"

The old man looked at Chen Lun, and handed out the small paper bag in his hand.

"really thankful…"

Chen Lun responded with a polite smile.

He randomly picked up a small piece, but didn't put it in his mouth.

He has done divination on this thing just now, and there will be nothing wrong with taking it.

Now holding it in my hand, after the basic identification of the panel, it is confirmed that it is an ordinary sugar cube, but there seem to be some herbal plants added in it.

"Sir, where are the believers of the 'Black Messenger' you mentioned? I also want to purchase some of this anti-epidemic medicine..."

Looking at the candy in his hand, Chen Lun asked with a chuckle.

He was very curious about who was selling "drugs" for profit under his name.

The old man didn't think too much, and directly said the house number of a relatively remote block in the inner city, and explained that it was an older clinic.

The popularity of anti-epidemic drugs has gradually increased in the circle recently, not only because of the severe situation of the plague, but also partly because of the completion of the Black Messenger Square, which made more residents firm in their belief.

From time to time, people would go to the Black Messenger Square to worship the black-winged bronze statue next to the fountain.

Chen Lun did not come forward to admit this matter, and he did not want to attract the attention of the Church of the Sun and the shelter. After all, it has just been "whitewashed", so don't make trouble anymore, it is better to develop honestly for a period of time.

And even if he wants to act as the belief of the masses, I am afraid he will be powerless.

At present, as a low-sequence transcendent, it is easy to reveal his secrets, and the disadvantages caused by that time will be even more serious.

It’s better to let this misunderstanding continue to be beautiful. As long as he doesn’t admit it, then the Church of the Sun and the asylum will turn a blind eye and will not pay too much attention to a belief image that has no practical meaning.

Jingle...!

At this moment, the door of the bar was pushed open, and a gust of cold air poured in from the outside.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a tall fat man walking in with his head down, showing them an embarrassed smile.

The fat man was carrying a black square tool bag in his hand, and a few wooden sticks protruding from it seemed to be part of an easel.

"Noah, here."

Chen Lun waved to him, and then bid farewell to the two old men.

When Noah approached, Chen Lun greeted him briefly, and then sat down.

Chen Lun was originally waiting for him here, so he asked the waiter to prepare a relatively strong and large chair in advance, but even so, after Noah sat down, he still felt a little cramped and uncomfortable.

"Let's just sit down for a while and then go."

Chen Lun smiled and comforted, and poured a glass of wine for Noah.

"Well, Mr. Jack."

Noah scratched his head, picked up the glass and drank it down.

Since a few months ago, the circus has run out of liquidity.

After the products produced are sold, they are turned into capital investment. Now the circus is getting bigger and bigger, but there is not much liquidity left.

In order to maintain the huge expenses, Chen Lun finally decided to start accepting commissions, some commissions transferred from the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce.

This can somewhat reduce the economic pressure, and it can also give the players some opportunities for mysterious accumulation.

Today, Noah and his client happened to be in the same place, so they made an appointment to go there together.

Just now before Noah came here, he dropped by to complete a commission to paint a portrait of a wealthy businessman's mother... I heard that after paying the handling fee, he finally got 20 gold pounds.

‘Huahua makes so much money...’

Chen Lun sighed with emotion.

It's just that he doesn't quite understand why Noah, the young owner of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce, is still so excited to work for himself.

"Noah, in fact, you can also take the deducted handling fees... After all, we are a family, so don't pay so much attention."

Chen Lun drank hot milk and said solemnly.

Noah laughed twice, knowing that Mr. Jack was joking, so he shook his head and said:

“I just have an identity there, and I get dividends every once in a while, but I don’t actually participate in any family business…

I didn’t realize it before, but it turned out that the feeling of going out to complete customers’ commissions and earn commissions is so enjoyable. "

Chen Lun smiled, is this the "Quotations of the Second Generation of Rich Workers"?

The two sat for a while, and Chen Lun suddenly said:

"Noah, we should go... There will be riots here in a while."

Noah was slightly taken aback, and then nodded to him without asking why, as if he trusted him.

The two got up and walked straight out of the bar door.

A gust of cool wind blows in front of you, before the door of the bar is closed, you hear noisy chair collisions and exclamations behind you.

"Oh my sun! Tommy! What's wrong with you?!"

"Hey friend! Wake up!"

"Poor guy, is this an acute attack?!"

Boom!

The door to the bar closes.

Everything has nothing to do with Chen Lun.

He lifted his feet and walked forward, followed by Noah carrying the tool bag.

"It's just his fate, that's all."

Chen Lun shook his head slightly, and calmly spoke about it.

"A sudden illness killed him... No one knows whether he will survive tomorrow."

Ironically, Chen Lun observed through his life-peeping eyes that this guy named Du Mi was not from the eastern part of the mainland... This means that his family was an immigrant from his ancestors. Maybe even lower than the inferior people he said.

"Come on, Third Avenue."

Chen Lun laughed.

"You paint portraits for people, and I do divination for people, and maybe train dogs... Our circus business is getting more and more high-end."

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(end of this chapter)