prehistoric calendar

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Wen Zetao put down the government documents in his hand, thinking about the various data on it, and at the same time gently rubbed his eyebrows, and then sighed after a long time.

Since becoming a member of the Samsara Team, he has experienced all kinds of hardships and dangers. He has narrowly escaped death several times and even died in one of them. Although he was resurrected later, the horror between life and death is still in his mind, which makes Wen

Zetao has new perspectives on many things.

The greatest realization is between life and death. Since Wen Zetao was resurrected and returned to the real world, he has become much more low-key. Even his thoughts have completely changed. He no longer wants to continue climbing up.

After seeing countless things that are beyond the common sense of the world, including ghosts, horrors, curses, demons, mutations, and experiencing life and death, and seeing countless extraordinary powers, Wen Zetao's mentality has really changed.

"I am not young now. There is a life-span potion exchange in the Lord God. One thousand reward points can be exchanged for a potion that extends life for ten years. Two thousand reward points can be used to extend life for twenty-five years. However, they all require side plots.

There is one C-level branch plot for the 25-year-old, and two C-level branch plots for the 25-year-old. The reward points are just there, but the branch plots are difficult to come up with, and besides me, my wife, my parents, and my father-in-law and mother-in-law all need them.

Think about it, even if I can become a saint in the future, then even my children and grandchildren will have to consider it, alas..."

Wen Zetao thought carefully about the reward points and side plots he needed in his mind. This number made him sigh, but he had to do it.

What matters in life is actually the fetters that maintain all connections between people and the world. Without these fetters, whether it is family, love, or friendship, then the only thing left in life and this world is to watch, and there is no point in living.

It's meaningless. Wen Zetao doesn't want his future to be like that.

In an irritable mood, Wen Zetao waved his hand towards the documents, and the document bag flew up out of thin air, fell towards the bookcase next to him, and was neatly arranged on the bookcase.

Just at this time, the office door was opened, and a young woman in her twenties or three years came out of the door. She was holding a large stack of documents and said: "Mayor, this is..." Then she stared.

My eyes were wide open as I looked at everything stupidly, and I couldn't even speak for a while.

Wen Zetao was also dumbfounded. He knew who this was. This was his secretary, a background figure who relied on connections to become the mayor's secretary. He returned from studying at the Ivy League University in Country M, and was gold-plated in the School of Political Science and Law.

, now that he is taking up his position as secretary, it is obviously just a formality, so even if this secretary has always been very sloppy, and often opens the door directly without courtesy, he has no choice but to pretend that he is invisible.

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But now, he was agitated for a moment, and he lost his caution and was actually seen by her... Should he kill someone and silence him?

For a moment, Wen Zetao was so confused that he only had time to stand up from the chair. Then in the next moment, he saw the scene in front of him suddenly changed. He was standing in an antique-style room full of various wooden furniture.

The floor is covered with a thick layer of expensive blankets. Wen Zetao's appreciation ability is not bad. Just seeing these, he knows that the owner of this room is very important. If the things here are taken to the outside world, they may not be able to take away 100 million.

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"Yes, yes, I know. I will tell you first no matter what next time. Don't worry, I will keep my word...Really, I swear, there will never be another time. Just be reasonable.

So? So please, don’t run around with the coordinates. I’m trembling in my heart... I swear, I really swear, okay, there will never be a next time. Really, believe me, you want me to

Can I cut my heart out and show it to you?"

When Wen Zetao heard this, he looked over and happened to see a young man talking in the air. He didn't see him holding a mobile phone. However, Wen Zetao was also a member of the Samsara Team, so he didn't think that this was the case.

The young man is mentally ill, and whether it's magic or mental connection, there are ways to communicate without using a communication device.

Judging from the content of the conversation, this young man probably angered his girlfriend (wife) and was begging for mercy. But halfway through, Wen Zetao just shook his head. This young man is not good. Such words can only annoy others.

A reasonable girlfriend (wife) will not care about any of your reasons. How can you be reasonable at a time like this? And you are also asking for mercy and asking for conditions. He deserves to be single for the rest of his life.

After a long time, the young man sighed and closed his mouth. Then he looked at Wen Zetao and said, "Hello, Wen Zetao, I am Wu Ming, do you still remember me?"

Wen Zetao was stunned for a moment, and after a closer look, he looked familiar. He was at least 80% similar to the person who entered the world of reincarnation and died with the perverts of the Demon Team. He frowned and said, "You look... and

There was something different in the reincarnation world at that time, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize it for a while."

Wu Ming was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's okay, there's something wrong with my body. I've been hungry for about two months, and I look a little different now. Not to mention, I want you this time.

Help me with something."

Wen Zetao naturally heard that both Amor and Luo Si mentioned Wu Ming. He would summon members of the Samsara Team when he needed help. Every day, he could get different reward points divided according to his own strength. For example, Luo

Si's reward points are between 3,000 and more than 3,000 per day, while Amor's is between one thousand and two thousand. Thinking of this, Wen Zetao immediately inquired about the Lord God. Sure enough, he could still contact the Lord God here.

The information from the main god is that he can get 1,100 reward points every day.

(Is the strength so poor? But it is still a huge sum of money. One thousand one hundred reward points are obtained every day, but there are no side plots. It would be nice if there were side plots...)

When Wen Zetao looked at Wu Ming again, his smile became much more friendly, and he immediately said: "Mr. Wu Ming, is there anything you need me to do when you come to see me?"

Wu Ming also smiled. He first asked Wen Zetao to sit down, and then said to Wen Zetao: "I have a large territory in this world, uh, about fifty thousand square kilometers..."

"Fifty thousand square kilometers!?" Wen Zetao was taken aback and couldn't help but ask.

"Well, most of the territory of 50,000 square kilometers is plains, and a small part is forest. Judging from the land, it is actually quite fertile. As for the people...are they okay?" As Wu Ming was talking, he saw Wen Zetao

Lost his mind, he couldn't help but ask.

Wen Zetao came back to his senses immediately and said with a slightly embarrassed smile: "It's okay, I was a little surprised for a moment. With a territory of fifty thousand square kilometers, you can at least be considered a duke, or even a king.

In European history, 50,000 square kilometers of land was enough to be called a kingdom."

Wu Ming didn't know much about knighthoods in European history, so he could only say: "This world is slightly different from what you know. Not to mention, my territory is undergoing major construction, and the infrastructure is pretty good, but

There is a bit of confusion in terms of personnel, who manages what areas, how many people they manage, the level distribution from bottom to top, and the division of the military and political systems. In addition, I need one to three top managers, who you can think of as prime ministers.

It’s okay, I actually don’t understand any of this, I hope you can help me, preferably with the preliminary establishment.”

This is what Wen Zetao is best at. He has lived in politics for most of his life. He immediately said: "We should establish the system first. If the system is not clear, it is impossible to develop. But your world may be really special.

We already have such a foundation, but the system has not yet been established... Is there a personnel list? There are also various information and data on the territory, personnel, territory division, etc."

"Yes, yes." When Wu Ming saw Wen Zetao say this, he knew that the matter was probably done. He immediately smiled and took down a lot of documents from the bookcase.

Wen Zetao looked at this pile of documents and immediately smiled bitterly. However, he could not refuse the reward points of 1,100 points every day. According to Wen Zetao's own calculation of the exchange of reward points and m yuan,

He can earn 110 million US dollars in one day. This is simply an exaggeration. The world's richest man probably doesn't earn as much as him, and there will be many opportunities to cooperate with Wu Ming in the future. How dare he not try his best?

Then, in the next few days, Wen Zetao, who read documents every day in the real world, continued to read documents every day in the ancient continent...

It was not until the eighth day that a simple administrative team was finally set up, and Wen Zetao told Wu Ming that he expected to return to the real world. Although he was familiar with the system itself, Wu Ming's situation was special after all, and he needed to

He needs to consult some experts. At the same time, one of his relatives is a high-ranking military officer. He should also consult his relatives about the military system.

Just like that, Wen Zetao returned to the real world, and time in the real world only passed for a moment, and the rash and careless female secretary still looked at him dumbfounded.

"Remember to knock on the door next time." Wen Zetao responded to the dumbfounded female secretary with a serious expression that didn't matter at all. After taking the document, he directly asked the female secretary to leave the room, and at the same time said: "I'm practicing

Don't talk nonsense about magic, who doesn't have a child?"

The female secretary walked out of the office with a vague understanding, and returned to her seat with a confused look. She was still confused until she got off work.

That night, the female secretary dressed up and went to a nightclub she often frequented with her best friends. These best friends were all members of her yamen circle, but she wanted to climb, while a few of her best friends liked to play.

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In the nightclub, several girls had some fun and drank some wine. The female secretary hesitated for a while and then said to one of her best friends: "Xiaoqian, something happened to me..."

Xiaoqian joked with others for a while, then replied: "What's the matter? Our always clean Miss Lanlan has a sweetheart?"

Lan Lan gently patted her best friend and said seriously: "I'm not joking... tell me, are there any special powers, magic, or ghosts in this world?"

My best friend was stunned for a moment, then she said with a smile: "Lanlan, what's wrong with you? Have you watched too many horror movies or something recently? Others may not know if there are any, so how can we still know? Back then?

When we were very young, didn't we have a fever for qigong for a while? What happened? Our elders checked it all over and couldn't find even a hair. It was all fake."

Another girl next to her with blond curly hair and very revealing clothes also said: "Yes, I also went to the University of Country M. In the past few years, didn't Country M also have a lot of trouble with special powers? There are also some experts who swear by it.

There are ghosts, and teams are sent to those haunted places to film, but it is all fake, a gimmick, ratings, or a scam for research funds. If it is true, others dare not say it, but we will definitely know."

This is the truth. Lan Lan nodded her head, and that's it for everyone else. Whether they are ordinary citizens or various wealthy businessmen, they may not know much, but they were born in a big courtyard since childhood, and they are the people with the deepest experience in the system.

, no one knows the power of a unified government better than them. If there is such a person or thing, it has been thoroughly studied long ago. It is impossible for the yamen at their level not to know about it, and it is impossible to hide it so deeply and for so long.

So the only possibility is that there are no such things at all. There are no such weird and extraordinary things in this world.

"but……"

Lan Lan thought about the scene she saw today again. In any case, it cannot be explained by magic. No one can throw a few pieces of paper like that, as light as if they are flying, unless it is internal force!? Or

Special powers!? Or invisible ghosts!?

Lan Lan picked up a glass of wine and took a long sip, then she made a certain decision in her heart.

She wants to find out the truth, the truth about whether Wen Zetao has extraordinary power!