Yama Rising Chapter 726: : Storms and Clouds (2)
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However, this is only the beginning.
At three in the afternoon, Guan Fengyue, the former director of Fengyun Group, was ranked 53rd among the richest people in the country during his lifetime.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Yu, the former director of the Tang Dynasty Group, was ranked 82nd among the richest people in the country during his lifetime. The former director of the Tang Dynasty Group with a personal asset of 17 billion participated in the bidding.
On February 11, the first edition disclosed the number of loans from all bidding companies and their assets during their lifetime. This time... even ordinary ghosts are fried!
The top eight hundred millionaires are among the top eight. The others are all the top and second leaders of the prestigious groups in Hui and Dongshan provinces, whose assets are in the billions. While watching the excitement, the people's eyes were attracted again.
"Brother Qin." Leaving the Palace of Mirrors and Wang Chenghao's office, Wang Chenghao came up with a pile of data: "The data you want has been counted."
Qin Ye can't wait to pick it up, he wants to see, what has been fueling the flames for a week, how far this fire has burned.
The first thing that caught my eye was a large line: List of Indemnities of the Russian Government.
Article 1: The Mongolian prefecture breaks away from the buffer area and merges into the border of the prefecture of China-the Treaty of Arshan.
The second article is the various specialties of the Russian prefectures, plants, yin beast seedlings, food, wine, tobacco, cloth, oil paintings, sculptures, anthologies...there are more than thirty kinds! Divided into 644 warehouses, the total weight......
Six million tons!
Excellent... Qin Ye took a long sigh of relief, looking at the huge city outside the window, his eyes full of energy.
Let this time become a feast of Yin and Yang.
Those who make Yang Jian worry, doubt, question, and worry, take a good look and listen. I, the third Yan Wang Qin, will use my strength to tell everyone in Yang Jian, this long ten years, This decade full of blood and fire will come to an end to me!
"Notify Yang Jian, I will give them a gift on the night of New Year's Eve."
"Yes!!!"
On February 12, the compensation list of Russian prefectures was announced. The detailed procedures, locations, and dignitaries of the 17th Shopping Festival announced
This was the last bomb. The dull people in the business district woke up at the second bomb. This time, it awakened all the remaining ghosts. Those who care, those who don't care, everyone knows the existence of the 17th Shopping Festival. And the one that started to ferment first...
Of course it's a woman...no! Female ghost!
"Have you read the newspaper? 17 Chopped Hands Festival, African primary color lipstick, provided by the top brand GLD supplier of Yin Division. Plus black mamba eye shadow-ah ah ah!"
"Nonsense, of course!" "Need to ask? Go to the Tiandi Bank to withdraw money today!" "Yangjian's New Year's Eve, Yinsi's 17th carnival...I can't wait to get to the 17th now! My wallet Already hungry and thirsty!"
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Yangjian, Yanjing.
As the Spring Festival is approaching, most departments are already on holiday. However, in an antique study, three old men are looking at the scrolls in front of them with their red eyes.
For more than ten minutes, no one spoke. Finally, an old man put down the scroll and said in a deep voice: "This is the first time."
"The first letter of Yinsi since the founding of Xinhua State, it was only inviting us to enjoy the Yinsi New Year? What is the underworld?"
The fat old man on the left picked up the teacup and rubbed his temples: "This is to show us the strength of the underworld... The new underworld, it is estimated that it has become more and more prosperous, and is ready to target the whole country."
"The three eastern provinces, the Pearl River Delta, and the supernatural phenomena degraded from red to orange in just a dozen days. What did we do? No, and the underworld has notified us several times. Also, Hui Province, Dongshan, these two This identity has turned green. The underworld is working and has not stopped. He is now throwing out this scroll...what does he want to ask for?"
No one can guess the thoughts of the underworld, the fat old man's eyes flickered: "Can we trust him?"
No one answered.
A few seconds later, the old man in the center looked at the ceiling and muttered: "Hua has been living in fire and water for ten years."
"For ten years, economic development has stagnated. If we can solve the catastrophe, even if it is not reliable, we will try our best to grasp it!"
He stood up, put his hands on the tabletop, and said nonchalantly, "Secretary Fang."
"Leadership."
"Respond to the bad news. At that time, all departments related to the Yangjian and the spiritual disaster will go up to provincial and ministerial officials, down to the city branch ministers, and wait for good news."
"Yes!!!"
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According to statistics on the night of February 13, 58 companies participated in the bidding.
On the 14th, 94 companies participated in the bidding! Tiandi Bank ushered in the peak of lending, with a total of 450 billion loans in three days, and because a large number of ghost people enthusiastically withdraw money, all bank counters are endless all day long.
The boiling discussion is like the tide fading away. However, it is not cooling, but a suppression of excitement. If the carnival is a storm, this is the ocean before the storm. In this intense and quiet convergence, time has passed the fifteenth zero.
On February 15, the bidding quota was closed. Pengqiu Port is closed. All cities are expected to close crowded areas.
16 days and nights.
There is no square in the prefecture. Pengqiu City is copied from Shanhaiguan in the old prefecture, and there is no concept of a square at all. But before nine o'clock, countless ghosts and people have gathered in the streets and alleys. Excited and looked around. This city is strange to excessive enthusiasm.
Pengqiu is like a volcano about to erupt. As time passes, the enthusiasm is getting higher and higher.
Eleven o'clock, 11:30, 11:50...The whole Pengqiu's voice turned to the sky, but at 11:59, it suddenly became quiet.
Boom...The whole Pengqiu was shaking, and the person who was still talking immediately stopped his mouth and looked at the sky with an excited smile.
Along with Pengqiu's trembling, the yin qi began to gather, like a hundred dragons rising into the sky, forming a huge cloud hole over the city. Then...with a gentle light, a pale blue sprinkled the ground.
It started.
No one spoke, for fear that his heavy breathing would disrupt all of this. At this moment, except for the air, all the lights of Pengqiu, from the city wall to the Lijinggong Building, went out very rhythmically.
Like the frenzy that came together.
"Fuck..." I don't know how many Yin Lings, watching this magnificent scene, said in shock.
Swipe...When the last light of Pengqiu went out, on the sky, a huge clock made up of Yin Qi, full of 10,000 meters in size, quietly appeared in midair. The time scale is a pale blue ghost fire, and the clock face is a boiling cloud.
It has no hour hand, no minute hand, only a second hand. It clicks and clicks, walking on the tip of the heart, tapping, moving forward, moving closer, and rushing to the twelve o'clock carnival night.
"Come...Come!!" Countless young Yin Ling was extremely excited, and the older Yin Ling also had his chest rising and falling.
The huge time scale ghost fire, like a sky lantern, illuminates the entire hill in blue. Under this splendid scene of heaven and earth, a kind of fierce excitement, at this moment, just like the Yangtze River, gushes out from all the yin spirit hearts!
Spring Festival, Carnival, the last ten seconds!
I don’t know who it is, and said hoarsely with a voice that is so excited that it has changed the tone: "Ten..."
"Nine..." "Eight!"
In the beginning, it was still scattered, but after three seconds, it has become a carnival for the whole city! The boiling tsunami!
Passion is like a tide, and excitement is like a sea, swarming from all directions! The ghost fire was swallowed and the clock was obscured, and the whole city roared with excitement like the sun.
"Seven!!!"
"Six! Five!!! Four!!!"
Everyone put their hands to their mouths and tried their best, not knowing that it was the Spring Festival goodbye in Xiangyang, and goodbye to the past. Still welcoming the last three seconds of the carnival, embracing the future.
"Three!!"
"Two!!"
"One!!!"
The moment the last word fell, endless wild fireworks rushed to the sky in an instant! Roaring off the wall of Pengqiu City, shining half of the sky.
In the east wind night, flowers and trees are bloomed, and the stars are like rain.
In all directions, rows of ghost fires rushed into the sky, turning into gluttonous, candle dragons, divine beasts, etc., because of the Yinqi system, these fireworks are brighter and more colorful than the sun, like a fuse, directly lit All passion!
The feast begins!
"Ooooo!!!" The countless ghosts roared like venting. Run wild under the fire tree and silver flowers. Tonight, there is no work, only carnival. Tonight is the first Spring Festival after their death. They were roaring out of their passion, flowing through the city.
Boom boom boom! ! Countless fireworks exploded overhead, and the sky was colorful, without the coldness of the underworld, only gushing pleasure. This scene is comparable to the New Year's Eve fireworks event in major provincial capitals in Yangzhou. Yin and Yang are separated, but the same effect is the same.
I don't know how many yin spirits, but think of the relatives in the yang. Spring Festival...Is the other party thinking about each other just like myself. In tears in the sky?
Beautiful, but hurtful. The sorrow and grief that suddenly appeared in this crazy happiness quickly infected most of the Yin Ling. However, just when they smiled relievedly and were about to bow their heads. On the city wall, I don't know when the dancing girls are already standing.
They are tall and tall, each of them may be ten meters in length. They are wearing red palace clothes full of fairy flavor, and they can see very clearly from below. Before Yin Ling was surprised, a familiar melody resounded through the sky.
"My country and I cannot be separated for a moment..."
"No matter where I go, there is a hymn..."
The singing is light, and I don’t know who is singing, but in this situation, the sky is dyed in the color of Hua Guohong, but it feels very suitable.
"I sing every mountain, I sing every river... Smoky smoke, small villages, ruts on the road."
The melody became agitated, and I don’t know how many Yinlings only felt itchy in their throats, especially those who died in the 30s and 60s. I don't know who opened the head first, maybe no one started it at all, but a feeling, a feeling, a sadness of saying goodbye, making the whole city tens of millions of ghosts, and at the same time slowly singing along.
"My dearest motherland, I will always cling to your heart and use your mother's pulse to tell me!!"
"My dearest motherland..."
Thousands of people sang in a chorus, how shocking the picture is, and the world is overshadowed to express. And in the midst of the singing, the clock in the void turned into a sky full of flames and floated down gently. In the ghost fire, three phantoms, a full thousand meters high, have appeared in the air.
Qin Ye, Di listen, and Zhao Yun.
Qin Ye's shadowy ghost raised his head with emotion, looked around, listened to the familiar melody, and looked at countless ghosts and people below. Hoarsely said: "This is the first New Year in the Underworld."
"There is no New Year in the underworld, but I want it to exist. Because...this is a brand new underworld. This is a special underworld. This is a netherworld composed of young yin spirits nearly a hundred years old."
"I thought about it."
"How can we let everyone remember that every year, this yin and yang are separated and the days of worshipping each other."
"Finally, I chose this song."
Shu Lala... As his voice fell,... the clouds in the sky turned frantically and turned into red clouds. And just in the red clouds, five golden stars are looming.
This is the national flag of China!
This is a blood-stained red, an unyielding red, and the red that has returned to its peak from the ruins like the underworld! Countless Yin Ling watched this scene, only feeling the heart beating wildly, the blood was rushing up all the way, the wild fire was beating desperately!
They suppressed the screaming mentality, covered their mouths, and listened carefully.
"Like Yangjian, we also belong to this banner. Life is a Chinese, and death is the soul of China. Yin and Yang... are originally a family."
"From today, this is the banner of the underworld."
"My dearest motherland, I will always cling to your heart..." The music that has just been small, instantly rises up, and the fireworks rise to the sky, against the bright red of the sky, dyeing the underground palace with sincerity!
Life is asylum by the motherland, and death should serve the country. No Yin Ling questioned.
"My dearest motherland, you are the sea that never dries up, always give me blue waves and clear waves, the song in my heart..." Ten thousand Yinling is still excited, but implicitly excited, being flagged by the sky The five-star red flag was shocked by the chorus of tens of thousands of Yin Ling from the underworld. At this moment...under the familiar banner, they felt an unprecedented centripetal force!
Yes, we love this land deeply.
Yes, for five thousand years, is there any country that can be reborn in the same disillusionment as China?
The same banner is separated by Yin and Yang. Although the future is bumpy, it is just a repeat of the previous process.
On the city wall, countless dancers' figures are spinning, and the petals of the other shore flower fly down to the sky with their rotation, making Pengqiu rain all over the sky. For a full fifteen minutes of cantata, this passion has reached its peak. And at this moment, all of a sudden everything was silent.
"I declare." Qin Ye stood on the sixth floor of Lijing Palace, projecting his figure to the top of Pengqiu: "The annual 17th Carnival, now officially begins!"
"Oh oh oh oh!!!" "Ah ah!!!" "No way! I can't do it! Hurry up and help my old lady to the commercial street!!!" "I can buy it! Don't stop my hand! !"
Release.
The kind of subtlety just now pulled away the enthusiasm that went off the hook. If the feelings continue to erupt, it will be a great burden on the mood. But now, it is the process of releasing-retracting-releasing.
I didn't feel the depression, but became more fanatical. But... a voice suppressed all the screams of the ghosts.
"Welcome to... Tianyahaige."
Zhao Yun's shadow slowly raised his hand. And the Yin Ling below was stunned.
Tianyahaige?
What is it? !
Why haven't you notified on your plan? ! !