Five Hundred and Eighty-Four, Old Friend, Magician Li Shentan!

During this period of time, too many things happened on the territory of the Wall Alliance, the Southwest War, the Northwest War, and the 74th Wall was attacked by a nuclear bomb.

All this made everyone panic. The editor-in-chief walked on the streets of Los Angeles, and he could hear the people discussing these wars. This era is gradually collapsing, and the order that humans have just established is gradually collapsing.

He reprimanded the reporter just now because the other party wanted to be famous and fabricated the news. It wasn't fabricated, but he just listened to other people's one-sided words and wrote the manuscript without investigation or evidence collection. The title was also very sensational.

The reporter said that other newspapers would do the same, so that our newspapers would sell better, and the reporters who wrote such reports would soon become famous.

But the times are like this, should we go with the times? The editor-in-chief wants to go upstream.

The editor-in-chief looked at Ren Xiaosu and said, "Okay, this sentence will be published in the newspaper tomorrow. My name is Jiang Xu. It's nice to meet you, or to be more precise, I'm glad to see such a sentence."

Ren Xiaosu couldn't laugh or cry, the implication of the other party was that he was not really interested in him.

Ren Xiaosu got up and asked Zhou Yingxue to pay the 400,000 yuan. This money was laundered by Zhou Yingxue, and no one else could trace it. The rest of the money had to go to the black market to use it again, which happened to be right next to Los Angeles.

Out of Hope Media's building, Zhou Yingxue excitedly said beside him: "Master, this Jiang Xu is a legendary figure, he saved 1.6 million just because of your words, sir, you are too amazing !"

"Okay, flattery is fine," Ren Xiaosu said.

"okay!"

It was getting late, and Ren Xiaosu took Zhou Yingxue straight to the hotel in Los Angeles. He suddenly became interested in this fortified city, and he wanted to go shopping for a day before leaving without delaying any business.

After opening two rooms, the hotel service in Los Angeles is as friendly and considerate as the black market. Ren Xiaosu sat by the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, watching the newspaper that just came out from Hope Media. The newspaper was today. Ren Xiaosu thought about it. Forget it, a newspaper is nothing, it's just a gift.

Newspapers are still full of discussions about Zhou’s Fort 74. Zhou has formed a new rescue team to go to Fort 74 to see if there is a possibility of reconstruction, or choose a new site to build a new Fort 74.

After that, it was still criticizing Tinder.

The other papers have largely forgotten about Tinder,

After all, the nuclear bomb is the current hot spot, but I hope the media is different, and I still hope that Tinder can disclose their research in the newspaper to prove that their current research does not violate scientific ethics.

The third page started talking about the Qing family and Luo Lan. The reporter even praised Luo Lan for being so courageous, but when Ren Xiaosu saw Luo Lan tearfully thanking the person who launched the nuclear bomb, he almost laughed out loud. This fat man Really shameless.

Finally, I turned to the entertainment page, and the biggest news was that Li Ran had returned to barrier 61, and fans lined up to greet him and express their condolences to their idol...

When night fell, Zhou Yingxue knocked on the door suddenly and said that she wanted to go out for dinner. Ren Xiaosu put down the newspaper and went out together.

Here Ren Xiaosu had just walked out of the hotel gate, when Lao Li and Qin Sheng suddenly walked out of the back kitchen of the hotel, asked the hotel receptionist for a room card and opened the door of Ren Xiaosu's room.

The two were very cautious. Before entering the room, they checked whether there was any trap left by Ren Xiaosu in the room, but there was nothing.

"Search every corner to see if there is any hair left by him," Lao Li said.

Hair loss is not a patent for middle-aged people. If Ren Xiaosu had taken a shower in the room, there would definitely be hair on the floor.

The two men searched the room thoroughly with gloves on, but unfortunately they found nothing. Lao Li said suspiciously: "He took a shower after entering the hotel in the afternoon, but there was not a single hair on the bathroom floor. He put all the hair on it." Did you pick it up specifically?"

Qin Sheng scratched his head: "Maybe the hair quality is better? Then what shall we do now?"

"What else can I do," Lao Li said angrily, "Of course I'll come back tomorrow to look for it."

"What if he's not?" Qin Sheng asked curiously.

"If not, we have nothing to lose," Lao Li said, "I just came here to find the hair for appraisal."

"Then what if it's true?" Qin Sheng asked.

"Really..." Lao Li frowned, they didn't know this boy well enough, it was hard to say whether they could accept the result, Lao Li sighed: "At least this is a normal person, and he doesn't look bad, although he looks It doesn't look very good, but this result is not too far from our expectations."

Although Lao Li and the others talked a lot with Ren Xiaosu along the way, judging from their appearance, they always felt that Ren Xiaosu was thin and weak and not very capable of fighting. Everyone in their knight organization was a powerful transcendent. Such a young man could really control Such an organization? Lao Li had doubts in his heart.

You know, although the knights believe in Ren He, they don't necessarily have to recognize Ren He's descendants as the master, they still have to see what kind of talent the other party is.

For example, knights like Zhang Qingxi and Wu Dingyuan seem to be kind, but they are more arrogant than the other.

It's just that Lao Li and Qin Sheng didn't know what Ren Xiaosu had done in the northwest and southwest, and what role Ren Xiaosu played in the farce between Anjing Temple and Pyro Company some time ago.

If they knew, they probably wouldn't feel that Ren Xiaosu couldn't fight anymore...

At this moment, Ren Xiaosu didn't know what was going on in his room. Two famous knights sneaked into his room just to find his hair.

The night in Los Angeles is very prosperous, much more prosperous than Ren Xiaosu imagined, even the foundation of a consortium like Fort 73 can't compare.

Probably because Los Angeles allows free trade, the business here is more developed.

And the ethos of Qinghe Group is the same, encouraging innovation, encouraging creative ideas, and encouraging business.

The universities here are also more free. Unlike other consortiums, all students have to invest in the scientific research work of the consortium itself. Qinghe University is now the only university in the entire barrier alliance that has always opened up art disciplines.

When he came to the square, Ren Xiaosu could still see someone playing the guitar and singing, and he could also see someone doing performance art, smearing themselves in gaudy ways.

"Master, someone is doing magic over there," Zhou Yingxue suddenly shouted joyfully.

But Ren Xiaosu turned his head to look, and when he saw the magic performer, he turned around and left.

The young magician smiled across the crowd: "Shouldn't old friends say hello when they meet?"