Darkness is Coming

   Paradise Island Casino, former general manager's office.

  Wang Li stood in front of the door with a respectful face, looking at the house number that was given a new meaning, while organizing the language, waiting quietly, waiting for the call of the person inside the door.

   After a long time, when Wang Li rehearsed his answer after entering the door for the third time, the wooden door was gently opened, and the veritable Taishanghuang of this island walked out from the door.

   "Little Wang." Yang Yan, who walked out the door, nodded politely to Wang Li, saying hello, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long, Xiaoqian let you in."

"Where is it? Brother Yang should have something to say to his son. It is a good thing that father and son can talk so much. It shows that the relationship between father and son is harmonious." Wang Liman was thinking about what he should say after entering the door, but he didn't have the heart to talk to Yang Yan. More to say, just a few perfunctory words, "Then Brother Yang, I'm going first?"

"Let's go." After Yang Yan finished speaking, he left directly. Father and son reunited after a long absence. It is normal to have a long talk, but considering that there are still many things in Paradise Island that Yang Xiaoqian needs to decide, Yang Yan did not talk to Yang Xiaoqian too much, and planned to wait. After Yang Xiaoqian was done working, he would find some free time to drink, eat, and chat.

  Wang Li took a deep breath, opened the wooden door that seemed to be of great importance, and walked slowly into the door, walking into this room he was once very familiar with, but when he looked up, he felt unfamiliar.

  Because the original classic layout design and valuable decorations in the interior have all disappeared, only a long solid wood desk, a leather office chair and a person are left.

Wang Li could feel that what really changed the room was not the disappearing furnishings, nor the return to the rudimentary and rudimentary layout, but the person who seemed to be casual and slouched on the seat. He made this simple. An empty conference room becomes an intimidating place.

   Since returning from the unseen and unheard of debut yesterday, this black-haired boy who is used to black clothes, black pants, black leather shoes and a black trench coat has become a symbol of deification or alienation on Paradise Island.

Not everyone can accept superpowers without pressure under their ordinary circumstances, not to mention the powers that Yang Xiaoqian masters are so strange and look so evil and terrifying - when the black mist covers his whole body, the shadow becomes him. Synonymous with , there are already many people with ulterior motives secretly spreading rumors, saying that Yang Xiaoqian is the incarnation of the devil.

   Of course, Wang Li would not believe this kind of privately spread negative rumors about Yang Xiaoqian. Not only would he not believe it, but he would make every effort to make other uninformed people also believe it.

   But not believing, doesn't mean he is not afraid, Wang Li knows that Yang Xiaoqian is also a human, but at this moment, looking at Yang Xiaoqian sitting on the office chair with a half-smile, the awe in Wang Li's heart grows like wild grass, which is hard to restrain.

"For the sake of efficiency, there is only one chair left in my office, so I will work hard for you and do the work report while standing up." Yang Xiaoqian crossed his fingers and placed it on his abdomen, his slightly narrowed eyes looking at Wang Li between his eyebrows and his forehead At three centimeters, this is because, according to a behavioral psychology book, looking at people in this way will make the other person feel that their eyes are more dignified, resulting in a feeling of reliability and respect.

   Whether this is true or not, Yang Xiaoqian doesn't know, but it doesn't hurt to try it.

Wang Li first bent down and bowed, then opened the portable folder in his hand, picked up a large number of documents with both hands and placed them gently on Yang Xiaoqian's table, saying, "Mr. Yang, this is something that requires you to make a decision. Such matters, I have tried to write them into a concise textual expression for your convenience.”

Yang Xiaoqian stretched out his hand to weigh the weight of the large pile of documents, and his scalp felt numb. He thought to himself that it was no wonder that among so many people yesterday, except for his father, this Wang Li was the happiest one. His feelings were not a sincere welcome, but he thought that he had finally Find the object of shirk responsibility, you can liberate.

"Choose out the most important things and dictate them to me, and then I will consider whether you need to keep relevant documents based on your description." Yang Xiaoqian turned to pick up the documents on the table, and moved towards Wang Li's position fling.

  Wang Li was in a hurry to pick it up, but the scene of documents flying all over the place in his mind did not happen. A cloud of black mist shrouded the documents and sent them into Wang Li's folder.

Wang Li was in a cold sweat. In his opinion, whether it was Yang Xiaoqian's shocking appearance yesterday or the fact that he just threw back the document without looking at it, he was going to give himself the power to let himself know how powerful he was—of course it was not the case. .

Yang Xiaoqian saw that Wang Li's expression was wrong, and he realized that his inadvertent actions had caused Wang Li to misunderstand, but at this moment, his intentional explanation was inferior, so he simply said: "I have more things to pay attention to, So it's impossible for me to decide everything, no matter how big or small. But you don't have to worry, Boss Wang, I know that my energy is limited and I can't cover everything, so I won't be too demanding."

  Wang Li heard this, and his heart was calm. There are a lot of things here, not really impossible to decide, but afraid to decide, what if I make the wrong board? What if the decision you make is not in line with Yang Xiaoqian's or Yu Qian's will? What if you don't ask for instructions in advance, and you will be responsible for it afterwards? As an acting manager, every question would give Wang Li a headache. Fortunately, Yang Xiaoqian is a reasonable person.

Hearing what Yang Xiaoqian said, Wang Li heaved a sigh of relief, flipped through the folder he brought, and recalled the important things that were worth mentioning, and then said: "First of all, the food problem needs to be solved urgently. The sea in the dome has not been circulated, and the sea inside the dome has become a dead sea, and the number of sea fish has dropped sharply due to long-term hunting, and now it is even more difficult to catch, maybe there is no live fish in this area - and we also I don't know if the fish in this sea can still be eaten."

"I will figure out a solution to this problem." Yang Xiaoqian nodded and said, "Food warehouses, granaries, and non-staple food processing factories in Yuanjiang City may become the source of our food supply. Before finding a stable food supply place, You can make do with the food we brought back from this trip."

   "Okay. In addition to food, there are sewage and energy. Two generators have failed, but someone will fix it but..."

  Yang Xiaoqian waved his hand, told Wang Li to shut up, and reprimanded: "You can handle these things yourself. If you need me to find a solution for everything, then why do I need you? Why does Paradise Island need you?"

  Wang Li was speechless. He used to say similar things to his supervisors and managers, but this was the first time he heard someone say it to him. After the position was changed, he realized that he would be so bitter when he heard this. But after all, Wang Li is a powerful faction who has grown from nothing to the rich one step at a time. This trivial matter can't stop him. After reorganizing his thinking, Wang Li skipped this question and continued: "There are a few other things to say. It's not big or small, but I think it's necessary to tell you something."

  Yang Xiaoqian nodded and motioned Wang Li to continue.

   So Wang Li took out a few red letterheads from the folder, handed them to Yang Xiaoqian, and said, "Before you asked me to consider the choice of new currency."

   "After some discussion, we have an immature idea. Look, how about using brain cores as currency?"