My protagonist attributes have been discovered

Today's Shanhai Hotel, the business is even more deserted than yesterday.

This was Song Yangle's conclusion when he came to the store the next day, watching stocks, buying stocks, selling stocks, reading news, hiding from news, serving dishes, and finally after a whole day of doing nothing.

If we were not sure at noon because there was no comparison, then the only two unfamiliar faces sitting under the TV at night, compared to last night's fireworks, this matter was obvious.

The boss, who was supposed to be at the dinner table as predicted, went out on business, and the topic he thought up on the bus last night was useless; Taifeng, who loves work, took time off work to "go home and celebrate the Qingming Festival with his grandchildren"... Because of this big festival, the second day under the general protagonist law turned out to be an extremely ordinary day.

If this is really a novel, the author who hit the street really doesn't know how to grasp the plot points at all, so he deserves to die.He watched the news programs with the biggest content today, which were all kinds of Qingming-related precautions, and thought while watching.

"... Today's Shanhai Lianbo program is over. Thank you for watching. For more news and information, please follow Shanhai Lianbo's WeChat | and download the official client. There are still two days until Qingming Festival. I wish you all a happy holiday in advance! Good! , audience friends, see you after the festival!"

Hearing this, he turned his head and looked at Sister Tu who was lighting today's No.14 cigarette with a lighter, admiring the indestructible lungs of the other party, and at the same time being a little curious: "...Shanhai Lianbo also has a holiday for Ching Ming Festival? "

Sister Tu vomited a smoke ring, rolled her eyes, flipped a page of the book, and said softly in an undamaged baby voice: "Is it a shift to rest? It's just that the host is taking a rest this year. Why are you so stupid?" ? It’s been [-] years, and I don’t even know about shifts.”

"..." Admitting that he still had some old prejudices about the metaphysical world, Song Yangle reflected on it and accepted it.

The protagonist, is to shoulder the mission of allowing readers to substitute themselves.He rationally pushed the pot away.

The store with only three employees standing firm was extremely cold. It was not yet eight o'clock, and the only old employee who had the right to make decisions, Sister Tu, just closed the book that had been turned over two pages in one day, made a decision, and left work early.

It seems that he didn't call that senior last night.

At the end of the day, it is a very ordinary work life as imagined.

After get off work, Song Yangle, who brought his full driver's license today, asked, "Sister Tu, can I borrow the car from the store?"

"?" Sister Tu glanced at him: "What are you borrowing that for?"

7092 arrives at about nine o'clock. The Shanhai Subway does not have a station in Wenjing, and it is too expensive to transfer to the ordinary subway.Song Yangle thought for a while, but didn't hide anything: "I want to drive back to see if I'm compatible with my future partner."

"..." Although I felt that the second part of Xiao Zai Zai's sentence was very flawed, the reason for Sister Tu's weird face was not entirely due to this.

She paused and confirmed to him: "Are you sure you want to drive that car back?"

"...What's wrong?"

Sister Tu opened her lips, she hesitated to speak, and then she wanted to speak again. Finally, she took a puff of the cigarette in her hand, exhaled the smoke ring and said, "Our store only has one car—a truck."

"It has always been used by the supermarket to buy goods."

"You, do you want to drive it back?"

"..."

This seems to be different from what Taifeng said yesterday, right?

cheated.Song Yangle thought calmly: It seems that things are really like what all the comics say. After the protagonist's attributes are discovered, most of the squinting eyes around the protagonist are actually monsters.

It was indeed a little unexpected.

Then he thought about it, and remembered that the normal driving route from Xinjing to Wenjing was more than 200 kilometers long; and after going to Shanhai Metro to the nearest station, it would cost more than 40 yuan to take a taxi plus a transfer, compared with the two yuan on the 7092 road, Not very affordable.Moreover, anyway, I still have nothing to do when I go back, so I decided to continue to challenge my limits while brushing up on stocks, chasing after yesterday's sand sculpture TV series... Forget it, it's better to watch cat live broadcasts .

So he sat in the store and watched the Internet celebrity cat take a bath, until after nine o'clock, and waited until the bus arrived.

Get in the car, take your seat, and start the car.

Sitting in the car, it was no surprise that he didn't see the uncle from last night, but he didn't go to sleep tonight like he did in the morning.

because……

"I fucking told you not to touch my ass|butt!"

On the bus, apart from the vulnerable groups who need special care - other monsters or monks who are afraid that they will lose money if they accidentally touch him to death (literally), and the only human who has a place to get on the bus at any time, Song Yangle retreated a little. The space one palm away was packed to the brim.

Some small monsters even take the initiative to change into their original form in order to reduce stress; however, this bus is too crowded probably because of the cheap fare, there are dozens of small monsters, and the big Not to mention monsters.Because their original form occupies a larger area than the human form, everyone is generally in the human form, with high density and mixed smell, which leads to unfamiliar monsters who may not be able to recognize each other's original form face to face It is easy to cause problems.

Song Yangle guessed that the roaring muscular man in the middle of the car should be a tiger demon, and the man who touched the unspeakable parts of the other party again and again apologized coldly: " Hiss, hiss, I'm sorry."

This attitude is simply irritating.The furious Tiger Demon directly stretched out his palm, the shining fingers and claws were sharp...

"—The cleaning fee for bleeding in the compartment is at least five hundred, and if you break something, you will be compensated at ten times the original price."

The middle-aged driver, who had been driving quietly, didn't turn his head, and threw a sentence back indifferently.

"..."

The atmosphere of the confrontation became a little stiff. A few seconds later, there was a little bit of embarrassment. Then, under the secret contempt of many monks, monsters and some human beings, the tiger demon shyly withdrew its sharp claws, and then scratched his head nonchalantly. Scratching his shiny bald head, he finally chose to calm down.

five hundred.too expensive.not worth it.The tiger demon comforted himself.

Coincidentally, Song Yangle agrees with him on the first two points, but I'm sorry he disagrees with the last point: you still have to ask for integrity, otherwise you might not be able to get it back once you throw it away.

This is the bottom line that the world cannot trample on.

"Huh." The phone vibrated.

Song Yangle clicked on the message, and found that Taifeng's good luck buff was real, and someone actually gave out a red envelope tonight—the only drawback was that it was a password red envelope.

In the premise message, Wu Moumou (classmate):

"Today, I was so mad by my idiot's investment! One day I will make him kneel down and call me daddy! blablabla (the incident)... I will send you a red envelope!"

Red envelope password - "Thank you, Dad!"

The person who created the red envelope grabbing program has already received it, and the line of "Thank you dad" instantly refreshed the screen. Holding an old mobile phone that has no memory to accommodate the extra red envelope program, Song Yangle snatched the last red envelope without any fluctuations in his heart:

"Thank you dad!"

Well, my amount is indeed the largest again.Seeing the sound of "Le Ye has gone to hell" on the screen, he exited the software with satisfaction and entered the stock market APP.

——Although there seems to be nothing interesting today, I am still walking steadily on the road to getting rich.

Nice.

***

At the same time, in China, the conference room of the Great Hall of the Capital is brightly lit.

With Shebi, the chairman of Shanhai Large-scale Chain Trading Organization, who sits at the top of the political | political | On the last page of ", I signed my name. Xuan Wei, director of the Underworld Management Department, Chen Xing, secretary-general of the Huaxia Supernatural Confidential Management Agency, Zhang Ling, chairman of the Cultivator Management Association, and Kunpeng, director of the Monster Management Bureau, gathered around the round table. Under the ardent gaze of the Chinese ruler Zhongshan, they signed their own names and stamped their names on the consent forms, which were different from one of the partners, but basically the same in content, officially indicating that the Three Realms were established in Xuanmu Chimu. The official position on the matter——

"To jointly develop this beneficial resource peacefully, harmoniously, and cooperatively, I hope the Xuanmu Project can make the Three Realms and China prosper together."

It is simply the standard template of love&peace (love and peace).Seeing this peaceful scene, Satan, the lord of hell who sat on the right side of Zhongshan but couldn't do anything, had bloodshot eyes.

Once again, he slandered Michael's group of stupid angels and wolf vampires who failed to accomplish anything and revealed more than enough in his heart, and he couldn't help thinking secretly: The cultivation novels in the oriental human world are all lies!They said that "there must be disputes when a treasure is born", but it turned out to be resolved in a casual meeting. The content is simply misleading!

↑Fortunately, his deputy, Lucifer, could only stand outside the meeting room and couldn't hear what he was saying in his heart, otherwise he would definitely give him a good science on the usage and use of the Chinese idiom "misleading others".

Actually I shouldn't have come.Satan thought sadly and sadly: I knew it would be useless even if I sat here, why should I pay Xuanwei for traveling for nothing?Why not just use Lucifer's idea and just send another group of demons|submerge|over here, anyway, they are just a group of people who don't listen to discipline and just eat their own food, they have become demons for more than 900 years, and they were caught so easily. Let me also lose face...

Thinking of this, he ground his sharp devil teeth, and for a moment he remembered the subordinate who had not heard from him last night, and his sadness came from it - there is no one in hell in the west!

As he was thinking, he put all his expressions on his face, and as he wished, he caught the attention of Xuan Wei, the director of the Underworld Management Department who was sitting next to him and led him in.

The handsome Lord of Eastern Hell leaned over slightly, and asked with a low smile:

"What? Do you feel a little bored?"

Under the pretense of wanting to visit the East, he pretended that he knew nothing of Chinese language, so he rubbed against the playboy Xuanwei who came in to "watch" Satan: "..."

What else could he say, he could only grit his teeth and swallow his blood, and forced a smile: "I'm fine, thank you. (I'm fine, thank you.)"

I'm really fine.He thought: The camera is still on, and there will be thousands of people from hell watching in two days. At this time, I must not let the group of bird people from the Paradise Group watch the joke-I have to hold back, I can't cry.

"That's good." Xuanwei looked at him with an expression of "I understand you", and smiled in a low voice: "Don't worry, this boring meeting will end soon, I will take you out to have some fun later—— The second floor of hell in our eastern underworld is really interesting at night."

Satan tried his best to keep smiling, and replied stiffly: "...ok."

After comforting the guest, Xuanwei sat upright in a dignified manner, pretending that he didn't know what he said just now was heard from beginning to end by the other oriental monsters/monks/ghosts present with excellent ears.

Except for Zhongshan, the young ruler of China who was only [-] years old, seeing this kind of scene on such a formal occasion for the first time was almost too embarrassing to explode, the rest of the participants, including the secretaries and assistants, all looked rather mysterious. Weiben's unserious appearance made Zhongshan, who had heard the conversation with his own ears, wonder if there was something wrong with his ears.

It wasn't until Shebi, who was sitting on the other side of him, rolled his eyes stiffly and glanced at Xuanwei, that he let go of a hanging little heart.

As the party that initiated the cooperation, the meeting was drawing to a close. After Zhongshan revealed his country’s sincerity towards the cooperation between the several parties and that it would never monopolize the fruits of the cooperation, the participants spoke affirmatively one by one. Even Satan had to use Foreign Language officially expressed its joy and enthusiasm for this cooperation.

Feeling the overwhelming scolding after returning to hell in the West, Satan, who did not accomplish what he wanted, stood up and looked at the harmonious scene of all the participants in the East shaking hands next to each other, feeling very physically and mentally exhausted.

- very tired.

Everyone who had been arguing for a day left the meeting room and entered the corridor. Satan, as the Lord of Hell in the West, was politely classified as a distinguished guest. Therefore, after Lucifer stood up from the meeting room and followed him, Xuanwei waved goodbye to the female ghost secretary. When I was about to visit him, the ruler of China, who had been walking in front and following the chairman of Shanhai Trade Shebi, who was licking the dog, suddenly remembered his existence, turned around, and warmly invited him to live in China tonight. Rong Guo experienced the local customs.

Can I still say no?Sadly, Satan thought, no, he can't, because although the west advocates freedom, the long-lived demon people are still conservative in this respect.If I offended the king in front of everyone today, I would definitely be pointed at my nose and scolded if I went back.

The glass-hearted Satan hates criticism, so in this situation, he had to bid farewell to his cross-domain friend Xuanwei with tears in his eyes, and chose the journey of Zhongrong, which is said to be a sight but can't see any important points.

Seeing that Satan waved goodbye heavily with his deputy Lucifer, who was left behind, Xuan Wei, who was left behind, showed a playful smile on his handsome face, said "hee hee" twice, turned around and kept guarding outside the meeting room door The "person" who acts as a security guard proudly asks for credit:

"Well, Dad, am I doing well?"

The "person" wearing the safety helmet sat back on the chair, glanced at him, and corrected lazily:

"I'm not as immoral as your son, get lost."

Xuanwei complained: "...you treat me like this again, I really want to sever the father-son relationship with you."

Ying Long said lazily, "No."

"what?"

"We've never had a father-son relationship." Ying Long glanced at him lazily: "If you want to find your father, you should look to Heaven."

"..."

Unable to find a father every day, Xuan Wei, the director of the Underworld Management Department, left angrily, and decided to go back to the second floor of Hades Hell to find some beautiful young ladies to comfort his wounded heart.

Ying Long closed his eyes and sat alone for a while.

The secretary of the chairman of Shanhai Trading, Lao Xuangui, walked back and forth slowly, bowing respectfully to him:

"My lord, the chairman invites you to go to the Chinese Guest House."

"Ah."

Opening his eyes, he stood up and left the corridor where he had been standing all day.