Male Succubus Apocalypse

Chapter 143 January Dream Network

"Hahaha! Great! Great! Make it to the charts! Sell merchandise! Package and promote the character! And there will be a fan meeting! Hahaha! This is really nmd magic!"

Jincheng was suddenly covered with dark clouds and a drizzle began to fall. Helpless laughter could be heard from the dark alley.

Xu Heng was walking through the alley, watching the hidden door in the alley opened by the secret guards. He walked with big strides, looking at the plan proposed by Machi to them given by Yanyun Chamber of Commerce in his hand, and couldn't help laughing.

"Xu Heng, are you really crazy? What are you talking about?" Julie looked at Xu Heng, whose eyes were still calm but whose expression seemed particularly abnormal, and asked.

"Sir Xu Heng, you... um... do you want us to bring a sedan chair and carry you over right away? The Black Street has been completely controlled... just as you said," Quessus was also somewhat frightened by the sound of Xu Heng talking to himself, laughing and angry, but with a different kind of calm weirdness.

However, his analysis of the matter just now was consistent with his logic of hindsight, as if things that he should have recognized were covered up, and it was not until Xu Heng dug them up that he suddenly realized them.

But until now, Quess still thought that it was not a big deal. Even if he was used, and some Machi was so-called "playing" with the entire Golden City, so what?

This is his ability. He has an appreciative attitude towards March's various reforms. If Xu Heng can be on an equal footing with Aaron, many things can be settled.

However, it was still a bit unusual that Machi could make their tracking fail. Quessus vaguely realized that his and Xu Heng's cognition and information seemed to be extremely different.

He was now worried about Machi's safety, but Xu Heng became more and more nonchalant. He didn't even need to run, and said that he was not worried about Machi's life.

Did you know something?

It was hard to understand. These two brothers were the only two he couldn't understand among the nine brothers. As a vampire, he had lived for so many years, but he couldn't figure out who they were.

Now, Machi gives Quess the feeling of a gentleman who behaves elegantly all the time, although his "politeness" is a bit hypocritical in most cases. But what about Xu Heng? It's hard to describe. He is obviously more emotional, more humane, and more sincere? But on the contrary, he doesn't seem like a "human".

Maybe it's because all the reactions seem to come from external stimuli. He can't be sure what this is. Quessus can't figure it out. It's just an intuition from his blood clan.

"Carry a sedan chair? I'm not a bride, there's no need. Some things that should happen will happen, and those that shouldn't happen won't happen. There's still early, probably enough for me to see the overall situation clearly. It's just that I'm not sure whether I can understand it or not. So it doesn't matter if you go slowly~" Xu Heng smiled and spoke in a weird tone, as if he was drunk. He didn't even look at the road, but stared at the business plan in his hand.

"Xu Heng? Are you okay? Hello?" Seeing that Xu Heng didn't reply to her, Julie continued to ask uncertainly.

"It's okay, of course it's okay... Look at the 'promotional plan' here. The little bastard actually packaged his brothers into products with tragic pasts, but dreams for the future, different ambitions, and different personalities.

Yes, I will teach you how to serve women.

It really shows a high-quality, tangible dream, and completely sells the characteristics and advantages of the brothers.

There is also a 'gift plan' in cooperation with the Business Alliance, which allows guests to get votes by purchasing small low-priced commodities, and to change the pub's newly set differential business hours? It really gives guests enough rights, haha!

The more votes you get, the more invitations you can send out? You can also apply for black cards for your guests? Not bad, not bad, it's exactly what I imagined! It's progressive!" Xu Heng answered, and he enunciated each word more and more heavily, not with excitement, but more like a heavy feeling that he wanted to torture something.

"But so what? Through the tavern run by March, using this method, we can really get the support of so many customers. Isn't it a way to make money quickly?" Julie asked back.

"Of course, of course. This way of operating the economy is very profitable for the operator. Especially you see, this little bastard even took time out to hold a so-called 'thank you party' in the restaurant, letting the guests and potential development targets sit together, constantly developing new customers, making the snowball roll bigger and bigger, and the guests are happy to do so.

It seems that, or rather, people who have not directly experienced such economic disadvantages will think it is a win-win situation. Machi, this kid, really can't be underestimated. He put such a plan in front of me with such a Spring and Autumn style of writing, which only writes measures but does not ask about the results.

If I hadn’t seen such bleak scenes before, I would have really fallen for it at first sight, tsk tsk.”

"Disadvantages? So what are the disadvantages?"

"The downside is that this product is too good, this dream is too beautiful, and what it sells is not any existing entity, but a yearning, a yearning to fight against this shitty world.

Using the male succubus and even mental control, she gave the right sweet poison. It is impossible for people to live only in dreams, but it is impossible for people not to dream. If this dream is woven by people, it will fall into the big web controlled by others. In the end, it depends on whether this spider eats meat.

If the spider Machi was a vegetarian, he would not have used various methods to hide the truth from me and the current state of the tavern.

But at least the pub can sell more substantial services.

But this is just a dream after all, it's just a dream, so what happens after waking up? Fortunately, it's only a short month.

What is important is that, for the world, this kind of economy appeared too early, which is a shock to the economy and people... However, the pursuit of a group will inevitably lead to an aesthetic trend, which has caused a great impact on reality and damaged the actual interests of the other gender.

I don’t believe that a newly emerging economy will not be imitated and curbed to a certain extent, even if it allows business alliances to make money.

This dimensionality reduction attack also destroyed the economic ecology of Jincheng. In business war, Yanyun would never... Oh! No wonder, he wanted to enter the black street, control women, and control men, using both overt and covert means, and then check and balance each other, a good combination of soft and hard tactics. "

Xu Heng kept talking to himself, and Julie felt something was wrong the more she listened:

"You are crazy. I don't need Krolitz to influence you. You are already half crazy. Are you speaking the human language? Or the demon language?"

"No, no, no, there may be nothing wrong with this economic system. It just makes it easier for people who are struggling in this world to sink. The report shows that all gifts will be sold out within two days of going on sale. No wonder the tailor said he wanted to grab them. Hum, it's amazing... Oh, I'm a little excited.

Julie, I can't explain it clearly now, but as long as you go to the black streets, you can see what kind of ugly direction it will take when the starting point is the exchange of interests instead of dreams. A month is enough to show signs. "

……

The rain gradually got heavier. The gloomy atmosphere of the black street should be suitable for such gloomy weather, but it seemed particularly noisy today.

There were shouting, cursing, the sound of knives, howling and pleas for mercy, just like the brutal internal fighting that had taken place a few days ago, within this month.

Bijinuer stood in the center of the underground casino, watching his men and casino thugs being defeated with ease. Anyone who dared to resist would be crippled. Although the consequences were not as serious as in previous life-and-death fights,

However, the shock of seeing the hard-built defense line being easily broken cannot be compared to the feeling of success or failure after a long confrontation.

Those black shadows whose full features could not be seen were everywhere, and they attacked with fighting spirit and magic at the same time. Even though Bijinuer had the strength of a sixth-level warrior and was a seasoned assassin, he had no desire to resist these humanoid "ghosts" whose emotions could not even be felt in their movements.

Moreover, none of their ranks is lower than his own. Not to mention if these things could make any small moves at the moment, it is hard to say whether he can escape in a one-on-one fight. Moreover, they are equipped with all kinds of excellent magical equipment.

The medium-range wind crossbow, the close-range blasting shield, and even the bullets with lightning properties that are hidden at a long distance and can penetrate into the ground for unknown reasons, are all the most advanced magical achievements. They cooperate with each other very well and are well-trained. They are even better than the elite legion of the Roan Empire.

It's fine if the combat capability is strong, but you also have the skills to operate it, but you still need to spend money? How to play it? It's irresistible.

Bijinul vaguely felt that this group of mysterious magic warriors, who sometimes turned into two-dimensional afterimages on the ground, sometimes appeared as a solid black monster, and changed into various formations at any time, had no intention of harming him - provided that he did not move around.

I didn't expect that this person had such a powerful force behind him? Why did he use such a treacherous method to integrate the black market?

Although there were fewer people resisting and sudden assassinations when I was recruiting the remnants, which made me, the apparent "bodyguard", feel a lot more relaxed. This group of monster legions must have played a certain role.

But is it really necessary to spend so much energy? No, it should be said that why should I covet a small black market? Or do I just want to have fun? Or is there a complicated relationship between me and the leader of this monster team who is about to come to me? Do I have to force him to do this? To prove myself?

Bijinor recalled the early days of his "entrepreneurship" when the man allowed him to build a virtual force and, taking advantage of the heavy flow of customers in casinos, began selling and exchanging information that he did not know where it came from.

At first, she just thought that the man was just trying to make some extra money, but then he used the huge amount of money he had just earned to deliberately lose everything in the casino and the death arena as a capital injection, and used the credit he had built up from the previous information sales to start spreading and manipulating rumors. This operation really surprised her beyond words.

All information can be false, but the money is real, so the information can become true out of thin air, and suspicion among the divided parties will inevitably arise. Once public opinion is guided and the so-called anxiety of "parliament will re-support the new black market forces" is sold, infighting will only lack a fuse.

In order to prevent the parliament from reacting, she followed his plan and, based on more rumors of "conflict and hatred", ambushed and killed several important figures, further creating irreconcilable misunderstandings.

It's like the manager of the death fighting arena, who has no idea what conflict he has with the manager of the corpse trafficking chain. He only knows that he wants to "kill himself" and with the "new support from the parliament", he becomes a giant in charge of both the death fighting and corpse industries.

Moreover, he could not explain why he received a huge amount of money beyond the normal maximum limit of death fight gambling, which was enough for him to clean up and leave. As the manager of the partner, he knew the flow of the death fight arena.

So suspicion had already arisen, and he had to take action, fearing that the other party would take action first. But just as he was about to act, he discovered that the manager was dead, and new news emerged - "The Death Arena is the main target of support."

During that period, every day's news seemed to be false, but gradually, it became true, and people had to believe it. But in the end, I don't know whether it was because of belief and action that made the information true, or if it was true in itself.

And people died frequently and for no apparent reason.

Only Bijnur knew that it was completely a fabrication of facts, and then let it grow. The death of the corpse manager was a turning point - no one knew that as a black businessman who transported slaves, he and the corpse manager were actually partners in human trafficking, and their interests were tied together. In order to control the losses caused by the dead slaves, he would not kill him.

The Hei Ku family also has requirements for her, so the more relaxed she can be, the better.

But that person promised her greater benefits - after the success - not only controlling the black market - but making her the real master of the black market, and perhaps, she could truly break away from those tribesmen.

The internal strife began under her hand, and of course the smaller forces were also affected, because it was natural to think that such a business of spreading information could be done by some weak force.

What if they are the force that needs to be supported to become the boss?

Then fight! This is the black market's resistance and pull against the parliament when the balance is disrupted.

And this fight was even more disastrous, because the small forces had already united together, because they had actually received news that other large forces would attack.

They came prepared and launched a stormy counterattack. Now, the black market has really become a mess. Moreover, as the executor of the whole process, Bijinuer felt a very strange feeling.

These so-called bigwigs of power seem to be a bit emotional. Once they step into the quagmire of internal strife, they seem to have not considered any other possibilities.

Take her boss, for example. He was such a cunning and cunning person who always sought stability and harmony. But in the end, he actually took the initiative to start an internal struggle just because of a huge amount of money. Something was wrong.

After that, overnight, there was fighting to the death. In the past ten years in the underworld, Bijinuer had seen such unprecedented brutal infighting, but she didn't know why.

Gradually, everyone became like wild beasts that had lost their minds.

And that man, the one called March, immediately came with seemingly inexhaustible funds, used me as the "savior" of information trafficking, and brought a woman with extremely tough means to reorganize the entire black market.

She established a so-called black market "information system" with strong control. Fortunately, as an executor, she had enough evidence...

But today, I wonder if I will fall into his trap.

She hadn't expected that the person he wanted her to help pass on a message - the real boss behind the "tavern" that made money in a way she couldn't understand at all - had such great power.

It is not impossible for this team to fight against Jincheng.

"I can guess what the rhetoric is. It must be about getting to know the customers better and serving them better. So the brothers were asked to get information from every customer and then sell it on the black street. What a jerk!

Oh, yes, there are also invitations, and even cheap gifts, which are auctioned here and sold at sky-high prices. The value of the goods themselves is distorted into fragments of dreams, and in the end the dreamer has to pay for it. It’s not the way to get something for nothing.”

A joking and nonchalant voice brought Bijinuer back from her memories, and the black-clad monsters, who had removed all the casino's forces, immediately stood in two rows in a figure eight shape.

Just like well-behaved sheep.

She knew that the real boss, the big boss, the patriarch of the tavern, was coming. The "Brother Heng" that March often mentioned.