Yama Rising Chapter 271: : The thriving underworld

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Jiro Takeno choked.

What a big tone...

Even if the Mitsubishi Consortium has become the Mitsubishi Group, even if Mr. Iwasaki has abdicated, there is really nothing he can't solve in Japan...

But he didn’t say anything. After writing down the number respectfully, he bowed: “Then, let’s go ahead? By the way, sir, you don’t have to pay for all the expenses, renting the venue, and labor. Now, Mr. Iwasaki has already smuggled a private account."

Sensible... Qin Ye sighed again and again, this favor was really comfortable enough for him to hum.

"I ask you something." I couldn't help coughing: "Then what... Mr. Iwasaki... how is your body?"

Jiro Takeno was stunned.

Qin Ye put his fist to his mouth and continued to cough, crazily suggesting: "That is to say...Is there any incurable disease such as cancer, AIDS, leukemia... If it is advanced, it would be better..." /

Jiro Takeno’s lips are trembling: "No, no... Your body is very tough. At least you can live for decades..."

Qin Ye waved his hand regretfully: "Understood, go."

Looking at the figure of Jiro Takeno running away frantically, Qin Ye was very unhappy.

Haha... Stupid humans, this is the kindness of Yama's little future. What's to be afraid of? Do you understand Yinsi's unique greeting?

Too lazy to deal with these ignorant mortals, he didn't care about his shocking future Yan Luo jumped to the top of the warehouse, watched dozens of cars slowly drive away not far away, and then looked down at the black pile of materials. There was a sense of satisfaction in my heart.

Underworld, take off soon!

After waiting for another hour, it was three o'clock in the evening. He just grabbed it in the void, and a stack of Alsace's talisman appeared in his hand, and he lifted his hand, flying around the factory like paper money. At the moment it fell to the ground, countless green ghost fires that were invisible to human eyes burst into flames. From the start, all the materials slowly turned into fly ash, and dispersed in all directions.

Qin Ye waited quietly, there were too many things, and it burned for an hour. When the last thing was burnt, Yan Luoyin turned, and with a flower in front of him, he once again returned to the long-lost palace.

However, no one greeted him this time.

All the ghosts, including the dead judge, all stared blankly at the open space in front of the ghost gate. There, hundreds of containers lined up in a circle, all opened.

There are countless white paper money floating down in the sky, forming a huge cloud hole. Every ten minutes, a huge container crashed down. The discussion from all sides is like a landslide and tsunami. An endless stream.

Qin Ye didn't speak immediately, but carefully watched every Yin Ling.

Excitement, ecstasy, and shock. There are only these three expressions on everyone's faces. It is obviously something that is annoying in the world. At this moment, it is like a stimulant, making the quiet underworld noisy again.

"How do you feel?" Qin Ye looked around, walked behind Su Dongxue, and whispered.

"Awesome..." Su Dongxue didn't look back. These ordinary things actually made her short of breath: "Mahjong! Poker! And books! My goodness! This... This is simply a Christmas gift. !"

"Like it?" Excited screaming and talking from all directions, Qin Ye's heart was also driven by this enthusiasm. Maybe...this is the so-called solitary pleasure is not as good as everyone’s pleasure......

The growth of his subjects and his territory, at some point, has begun to affect his heart quietly.

Su Dongxue didn't speak, she just nodded desperately, staring at the container with twinkling eyes, Qin Ye could figure out what she looked like, she must be thinking what to get later. Can't help but cough slightly, Su Dongxue was stunned, turned around, and just about to kneel down to worship, Qin Ye raised his index finger and shook his head.

The two of them just mingled in the crowd. I don’t know how many yin spirits pointed at the container in all directions. Everywhere in their ears, they were all "God... can the underworld also get mahjong?" "Novel! Too much! Great! I'm so bored these months I'm dying." "Sorry, you're already dead." "SORRY, typo, I mean, I'm so bored that I almost die again!"

Qin Ye followed his gaze and saw Huang Liangchuan who was extremely excited, the billionaire in the world, at this moment desperately squeezing forward, facing the container door, there were a few coin boxes of mahjong. His eyes are red, but unfortunately, he is an old ghost, and his physical strength is not very good. After a long time, he did not squeeze into 20 meters.

He also saw Qian Tianyi, Hu Feng and others, wearing hard hats, looking in the direction of the football. The surrounding ghosts were so excited that they were fluttering, and they could vaguely hear "Real Madrid" and "Brazil". ""Football League" and so on.

No matter in front of any box, it was full of Yin spirits, and the Yin spirits were so anxious that they could not get in. The noise of ghosts almost boiled the air in the underworld... Qin Ye withdrew his eyes with emotion. He didn't expect that these so ordinary things would bring such a sensation a few months after their deaths.

Yes, a sensation.

Just like a fan of a star, seeing your star right in front of you. Fanatic and excited.

If you see an oasis in the desert, like a continent in the floating ocean.

The excitement of these people actually drove his satisfaction. The sense of fulfillment and accomplishment in my heart is beyond words.

Take a deep breath and a soft cough, suddenly, the sound is like thunder in the air. However, for the enthusiastic crowd at this moment, there is no way to make any waves. However, many of the dead judges beside him took a sigh of relief. Amidst the cheers of "Long live Lord Yama!" "Sir Yan Luo wise!"

Really...so satisfying...

Not fear, but respect, from the heart.

After a pause, he became angry with Dantian, this time his voice was much louder than last time: "Everyone, quiet."

Finally, the ghost group quieted down slowly. He walked out of the crowd unhurriedly. Hundreds of dead judges followed him, came to the container, and patted gently. I wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything for a while.

For several months, this stormy underworld has traveled too many roads, riots and dissatisfaction time after time, time after time he and Arthas demolished the east wall to repair the west wall, and even ran for the future Yama himself. Go overseas to seduce. Now, it's finally time to harvest.

Grateful for the hard work.

A lot of things I wanted to say, but suddenly couldn't say it, such as "Are you happy?" "You will do things for the underworld in the future, you know?" And so on.

Because it is not necessary. The ghosts have written on their faces.

"These things will be distributed in the next few months. I know that you have worked hard these months."

Uncontrollably, he bowed deeply.

The scene was silent.

I don't know how long it took, about ten seconds, about a minute, and finally, sparse applause came from outside, and then became louder and louder, and finally turned into warm applause all over the sky.

"The reason why it's not distributed now. It's because we don't have statistics yet." Qin Ye walked slowly past the container with his hands under his hands. Wherever he walked, the judge retired respectfully. He patted the cold box lightly, but felt extremely hot, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone has seen that there are more than ten containers of entertainment facilities in these things. In addition, there are dozens of containers of production materials. This is about more than a dozen industries that are closely related to everyone. How to do it?"

People are really strange creatures.

Obviously there was nothing to say just now, but now I feel a surge of blood in my heart, and the words I want to say involuntarily jump to my mouth, and the springs gush out.

Very contradictory, right? He also felt.

His voice grew louder involuntarily: "What we need is regulations. How do these industries work and who manages them? How to calculate the items produced is a series of tasks. Excluding these, there are only entertainment facilities If there are thousands of sets of each item, people are definitely not enough points. How to divide? How to return? How to compensate for damage? The lending mechanism is not perfect."

Everyone's rapid breathing finally weakened, but there was no lack of expectations in their eyes.

The most feared thing is that there is no hope. Once they have it, even for five or ten years, they will wait.

"Next, there will be big moves in the underworld. The arrival of these things also announces that the days for everyone to do nothing have passed. The currency system will be built on these things. So, now please give the civil servants time to count , Other personnel sort out their own specialties, and are ready to come to Guimenguan to sign up at any time."

He looked around the scene and said in a deep voice: "As the first batch of employees of the underworld, you will never regret your involvement in the comprehensive construction of the underworld. What the official wants is to give charcoal in the snow, not the icing on the cake!"

"The leader of Yin Jiansi, and the planner of the currency system stay behind, and the other ghosts are dissolved."

The staff left, but they weren't the same as they used to be, and the free egg was so painful that they lay under the tree and looked at the sky. Instead, they were discussing vigorously in groups.

The netherworld is going to be real...maybe the wasteland under your feet will be a high-rise building in a few years! Didn't you see the rows of engineering equipment and building materials behind?

After the reform and opening up, everyone knows that to get rich, you have to eat the first cup of soup!

Regardless of the ghosts’ arguments, this hopeful picture has disappeared in the underworld for several months. It is time for them to vent. Qin Ye went directly to the conference hall on the side of Guimen Pass. Not long after, Gu Qing, the seven directors of Yin Jiansi, Huang Liangchuan and others also walked in.

"Master Qin." Gu Qing arched his hands and bowed respectfully. When he raised his head, his old face was beaming with excitement: "You...this time...you have done a great deal. !"

"This simply laid the foundation for the underworld!" "Send charcoal in the snow...This is the real charcoal delivery in the snow! Do you know that I almost went crazy when I saw those construction machinery!" "What a stop! Qin My lord, those entertainment facilities are the real bombs! Even if the first phase of Qin Garden is not built, these things will be enough to settle them for ten years!"

The flattery is like a wave. Qin Ye received it safely.

For these things, this time he really paid the price of blood.

It wasn't until everyone was so poor that he knocked on the table with dissatisfaction: "Go on? Learn from other people, Mr. Gu, now there are no repeated words, read more... if you read less, just be obedient. So a few words, won't your Chinese teacher cry?"

Everyone shut up wisely. No... As the top leader, can you make a face?

Seeing that everyone hadn’t spoken, Qin Ye beckoned regrettably, and reduced his smile: "Sit down."

Everyone sat down, and he said sternly: "Yes, this time, it really solidified the foundation of the underworld. However, this time it’s too much, and we don’t have much time. Next, let me mention a few Click on my views and requirements, you add. Be sure to arrange all work in the next time."