Data Wasteland

The news of the armistice soon spread throughout the Red Dragon Principality.

Just a few days after the start of the war, the war ended. Naturally, no one would celebrate the end of the war. However, there are some exceptions to the Chen Xing mansion in Lanhua Town...

"Master, the war is over, shall we celebrate?"

"Come on, we haven't had a lot of fun for a long time."

The maids have won the master's mind, knowing that the master is bored at home every day, but now the situation is tense and it is not easy to be extravagant and easy to gossip. Now that I just have an excuse, I have to have a good carnival.

"Then what do you suggest?" Chen Xing asked.

"Singing and dancing, each of us prepares one or two shows, and the stage for the performance is set on the small platform in the middle of the hall stairs." "Okay, okay..."

"Okay, then a little celebration."

"Yeah!" "Long live the master!"

Chen Xing readily agreed, and the maids cheered.

At night, the lights come on. The mansion was lit up with lights, singing and dancing.

More than 30 maids plus housekeepers, cooks, female workers, and Claire's mother and daughter. The performance is designed to be vivid and colorful. The girls have been trained since childhood, can sing and dance, and even the worst can be a resident singing at night.

Those who haven't performed or have not started, are just below as the audience, the scene is so lively.

Chen Xing was sitting in the main seat in the middle, sipping frozen fruit wine from a goblet while admiring the graceful dancing of the maids.

They are passionate and unrestrained, from time to time they twist and wink at their masters, full of anger.

During the intermission, Chen Xing suddenly noticed that Xiao Yang's gaze on the side was dull, and he seemed to have something on his mind.

Xiao Yang is regarded as one of his closest people. From the very beginning when he was the captain of the security team, he followed him, always being his driver, and later as the assistant to the mayor. He has a gentle personality and serious work. Although he can't help much, he is also considerate. If placed in ancient times, he would be the **** next to the emperor.

So he asked caringly, "Xiao Yang, what's the matter, I seem to be a little uninterested today."

"No, no..." Xiao Yang hurriedly denied.

"If you encounter any difficulties, say, brother is not an outsider." Chen Xing smiled, "Did you quarrel with Xiaoxuan?"

Usually men only worry about two things, one is money, and the other is women. As an assistant to the mayor, Xiao Yang's salary is not low, and he is also very economical. Most of the money will be saved, so it is only a woman who is worried.

"No, Xiao Xuan is very nice, we have never quarreled." Xiao Yang explained.

"Then why are you looking like you're not in the house?" Chen Xing asked. He was also surprised that he had only given Xiao Yang a one-month holiday, and gave him a bonus of two hundred gold coins as their dating expenses. Why did he look restless and in a daze within a few days of coming back.

"I..." Xiao Yang hesitated for a while, as if he had made some determination, and said, "Boss, I want to be a mercenary?"

"Being a mercenary?" Chen Xing was a little inexplicable, "Aren't we the mercenary team?"

In essence, they are privately armed, and Pang Youcai's reputation as the mayor of Lanhua Town is still hanging on Pang Youcai's head.

"No, no, boss, I, I didn't mean that..." Xiao Yang waved his hand hurriedly.

"Then what do you mean?" Chen Xing was a little confused.

"I, that, this..." Xiao Yang was a little stupid, making anxious gestures, and it took more than a day to speak clearly.

It turned out that he wanted to be an ordinary mercenary at the grassroots level.

"You don't have a fever, do you?" Chen Xing looked at Xiao Yang as if looking at an orangutan.

The mayor’s assistant’s salary is 30 gold coins a month, and he lives and eats in the mayor’s mansion. The bottom-level mercenaries are 12 gold coins a month. Not only do they eat and sleep, but they are also life-threatening. As if his mind was not pinched by the door panel, he would definitely not say such a thing.

As the saying goes, people go to high places and the water flows to low places. How can people go back more and more alive?

Xiao Yang was seen as a little guilty,

After a while, I mustered up the courage to say, "I want to exercise myself and make myself stronger."

"Oh?" Chen Xing said with a cold face, "Going to the battlefield, but it will kill you."

"I, I'm not afraid!" Xiao Yang bit his scalp and said, although the hand holding the trouser tube exposed his inner tension and anxiety.

In that way, it looked like a generous boy scout ready to go to the battlefield.

Chen Xing couldn't help being a little strange. The other party was clearly not a person with great courage and ambition. How could it suddenly change?

Is it the cruelty of life?

Or is it the old monk's epiphany and sublimation of his mind?

Or what poems and the soul chicken soup from far away?

He thought carefully and came to a conclusion in less than half a minute-the problem must lie with the woman.

So he asked sideways, "How are you and Xiao Xuan? Have the talk been done?"

"It's settled." Speaking of Xiao Xuan, Xiao Yang looked very excited, her eyes blooming, "She said she likes me, as long as I can pass her test, she will be my girlfriend."

"What, test?" Chen Xing suddenly had a bad hunch, "You mean, you talked to her for a month, and she just gave you a chance to test?"

"Yes, girls must be more reserved, especially girls with a good background like Xiao Xuan." Xiao Yang said.

"In other words, you don't have that?" Afraid that Xiao Yang would not understand, Chen Xing emphasized again, "You should know what I mean by ‘that’."

"What are you talking about, Xiaoxuan is a traditional girl, who doesn't just have a relationship with others!" Xiao Yang said excitedly, as if Chen Xing had desecrated the goddess in his heart. But he soon realized that he was talking to his boss and quickly apologized, "Boss, I'm sorry, I was too radical."

Chen Xing ignored it, but asked, "Then how far have you developed, have you kissed?"

"Kissing, kissing? No, no, we haven't even held our hands!" Xiao Yang blushed, stammering a bit because of nervousness.

Chen Xing looked like "it really is", and then asked, "Where are the bonuses for you, have all been spent?"

Xiao Yang scratched his head and admitted, "The flowers are all spent. I eat restaurants every day. Women and girls love to be beautiful. They want to buy clothes and cosmetics. They are expensive..."

"What about the savings?" Chen Xing asked.

"Also, it's all spent too..." Xiao Yang scratched his head and hesitated. "She fancyed a mithril necklace and said that every time she saw Silver Shining she would think of me..."

"Mythril Necklace..." Chen Xing touched his forehead, "What then?"

"I, I just bought her..."

Chen Xing couldn't help sighing in his heart. He didn't make a mistake that day, Xiao Xuan was just green tea.

After spending hundreds of gold coins, I didn't even touch my hand in the end.

"She asked you to become a mercenary?" Chen Xing asked again.

"Yeah, she said that mercenaries are very handsome. As long as they work hard, they can get stronger and stronger. Maybe they can become the guardian." Xiao Yang said vividly.

Not only squeezed the last drop of oil and water, but also fooled the opponent on the battlefield, using the last bit of remaining value to gamble on the lottery. If you win the big prize, you can still be the mayor’s wife, and you won’t lose anything if you don’t win.

Too ruthless, really too ruthless.

He wanted to punish the other side for Tian Xingdao and replace Xiao Yang, but this would cause Xiao Yang a second injury, which is really a headache.

For Xiao Yang, he understood.

Some women have "scumbag physique", which means they are particularly prone to encounter scumbags and be deceived by money and sex. Xiao Yang is a "spare physique", and he is prone to encounter various "green tea goddesses", being squeezed out the last drop of oil and water, and then ruthlessly discarded.

Qian Ying in the front, Xiao Xuan in the back.

It's not about money, not about status, but about personality.

The physique of the spare tire, even if there is a gold mountain and a silver mountain in the family, and the status is high as the king of a country, the green tea goddess who is naturally restrained will be squeezed dry. Just like sugarcane, it is squeezed cleanly by a juicer, leaving only a pile of residue.

It has to be said that this Xiaoxuan is a high-power juicer, efficient and powerful, squeezing Xiao Yang dry in one month, ready to be sent to the battlefield to gamble on the lottery.

Chen Xing feels a little powerless. He can help out with ideas and provide funds, but he can't help get to bed, right?

It's nothing more, this is fate, and the gods can't solve it. What can he do as a mortal?

Let's concentrate on watching the show.

While Chen Xing was sighing helplessly about Xiao Yang's affairs, the eldest prince Gavin Maris was talking with his staff, Ricardo, in the Red Fort of Monitor City and the living room of the deputy tower.

"Four months of armistice..." Ricardo sighed while shaking the red wine in the glass, "I looked down upon him, the fox of the Qingqiu."

"These local troops, we are not demobilized, nor are we not demobilized." Gavin Maris beat the arm of the sofa, looking a little dilemma.

To demobilize these local troops to go back requires a three-month military severance payment, but without severance, the military spending for this April is equivalent to raising idlers.

Four months, neither long nor short, will be a loss no matter how you do it. And marching and fighting, pay attention to one-shot. Repeatedly, decayed again, and exhausted again. Repeatedly, the morale of the soldiers was exhausted before they even started fighting.

I have to say that Lin Yuanzheng's move was ruthless and spicy enough to stabbing the Red Dragon Principality.

What the Red Dragon Principality lacks most is not combat power, but money.

Ever since Crow City, the strongest economy, was burned down by Aaliyah, the Red Dragon Principality has been struggling to make ends meet. The treasury is empty and financially difficult.

And now the situation is chaotic, business is sluggish, the economy is declining across the board, and taxes are reduced by 40%. At the moment, there is still a four-month deficit in military spending, which is worse than worse.

"Or we propose to attack the Minerva Principality. Although they are a little poor, they still have at least a few catties of meat to eat." Gavin Maris proposed.

"Do you want the Four Nations League to become the Five Nations League?" Ricardo asked back, and the prince stopped speaking immediately.

At the moment in the Qianzhu Hall, he was also caught in a dilemma of conversation.

After a long period of silence, the eldest princess said, "I still have some private possessions, so let's take it out to get through the trouble first."

"I can go to Crow Market to raise some donations..." the great priest followed.

"Put away these boring thoughts..." the **** the throne stood up and said, "I don't want to use your small vault yet."

"I need to leave for a few days." She walked to the door and pushed the door out, "You have to take good care of your home during this time."

"Yes!"

A few days later, the girl returned to the Thousand Candle Hall with a big bag on her back.

"Huh, I'm exhausted..."

The girl sat down on the throne, looking a little lazy and tired. I saw that her clothes were damaged in many places, and the exposed skin was covered with scars. It seemed that she had just gone through a big battle.

The great priest hurriedly stepped forward, his hands glowing with emerald green light, and used healing techniques to heal the young **** the throne.

However, despite her full effort, the wounds on the girl's body were still healing very slowly. Until a cold sweat broke out on her forehead, the wound had only healed less than one-third.

"Don't force it." The girl gently moved the hand of the great priest, terminating the input of vital energy.

The energy levels of the two are too different, and the life energy of the great priest is like a clay cow entering the sea, and it is not full in a short time.

"Thank you~" The eldest princess stood on the other side of the throne, pressing a pair of submissives on the girl's shoulders, kneading gently, and massaging her to relax.

After a while, the girl regained some energy and kicked her big pocket.

The pockets were tilted, and there was a crash, and a large number of objects emitting various gleams were scattered.

"Go change it for money~"