Everyone deducts one to support the boss! I, the people of Xianzhou, are childish and suffer from demonic yin😭😭. The Danding Division has said that it may be difficult to survive the Amber Period🙏🏻🙏🏻. The medicine stone has been broken, and all the family assets are gone, but I hope you can save my son from fire and water. Even if I go through fire and water, I will have no regrets🙏🏻🙏🏻 I know that each of you has his own path in life, but there is still a selfish hope - maybe you can get mercy and help. A prayer, a favor, are both the warm honey of a childish winter, and the glimmer of light that lingers under it. Bow down and worship again🙏🏻🙏🏻, weep and thank the people
This teacher's books are super beautiful! It's interesting, has a plot, but is not OOC. There are no shortcomings except that the updates are too slow.
You can take a look at these books. The first two are not about the national destiny, but are about the person. The sixth one is about Feng Heng CP. The third, fourth and fifth are about the national destiny, not performances.
1. Breaking update but shocking and delicious. Sick and beautiful fox. Who can refuse to break updating? 2. Shotaiyuan is even more exciting and makes irresponsible parents worry about guilt. It is really satisfying to finish. 3. I feel so good after reading the refreshing article. I feel uncomfortable every day if I don't read it. 4. Same as the third one (the content is different). 5 If you play yourself, it doesn't count as a role. Dan Feng originally thought that he was not Dan Feng, but in fact he is Dan Feng. Wei all maple, but rarely very delicious. The ending is slightly scrawled, and it feels like it ended without explanation. There is no extra.
The first and second books are by the same author, so you can read them both with confidence. The first book is a bit new, so you can get used to it first. The second book I personally highly recommend! Everyone is the chosen one with brains, and there are very few who are just pure fools. Moreover, even the supporting characters have their own highlight moments and perseverance. Oh, after all, they are good-looking! I kind of forgot about the third one, but it's also good. In short, you can read it and you can read it.
Heavy Iron Breaks, there are so few barrages and a bit of a background board, no cp, the writing is okay, but it is a new book, the end is far away, and there is a high probability that I will be stabbed in the back.
Collapse Iron Future Line, here's what you need Chapter 308: Extra, the eve of the Universal Currency War—Dirty Deal (1) Time: [DATA EXPUNGED] year of the Universal Calendar, the eve of the birth of Star Dome Coin. Location: Unnamed Star Territory, "Corridor of Silence" trade transfer station, deep encrypted reception room. The air was filled with the smell of old engine oil, inferior lubricants, and the faint sweet fishy smell of some kind of biological decay that high-grade synthetic fragrances tried to cover up, but to no avail. This is nominally a remote material transfer station under the Interstellar Peace Corporation (IPC), but its hidden structure located deep in the asteroid belt, layers of signal shielding force fields, and the alloy door at the end of the corridor that requires a triple biological key and a "company director and above" dynamic password all indicate that this is no ordinary warehouse. There are no windows in the reception room, and the light source comes from bioluminescent moss embedded in the wall that emits a cool white light. In the center of the room is a huge round table, polished by dull crystal mined deep in the core of some kind of planet. On the table is projected a constantly rolling stream of encrypted data representing countless industries, trade routes, resource stars, and... Some "special assets" that are not so visible to the light. On one side of the round table, three people were sitting. In the center is an old man, wearing a dark gray IPC senior director's uniform with impeccable tailoring and luxurious materials. His silver hair is meticulously combed, and his face is extremely well maintained. However, the lines at the corners of his eyes and his deep-set, hawk-like gray-blue eyes reflect the indifference and calculation of those who have been in a high position of power for many years. He is one of the board members of Interplanetary Peace Corporation, Lucien Wharton, who is in charge of the "Special Resource Allocation and Venture Capital Department" (a department well known for dealing with gray areas). In his hand, he was playing with a crystal-clear "credit point" crystal that seemed to have galaxies flowing inside - it was currently the world's most mainstream digital currency with the highest denomination physical certificate endorsed by the Interstellar Peace Company. One crystal represented the total output value of a moderately prosperous planet for one year. But when the crystal was turning on his fingertips, it seemed light and weightless. To his left is a middle-aged woman with a serious face and rimless glasses, Evelyn Chen, IPC's chief financial risk analyst and one of Wharton's most trusted think tanks. On the floating light screen in front of her, complex financial models and market fluctuation data that were difficult for ordinary people to understand flowed like a waterfall. Her brows had not relaxed since she entered the room. On the right side, there is a strong man with a body like an iron tower, a bald head, and a hideous scar on his face from his eyebrow bone to his chin. He is wearing a tactical vest with suspicious stains that is incompatible with this elite conference room. He is "Scarface" Grayson, the head of IPC's internal "Asset Recovery and Task Force", a "scavenger" who answers only to Wharton and a few directors and walks on the edge of law and company regulations. He sat in silence, but the vague smell of blood and danger in his body made the temperature of the room seem to drop a few degrees. They are waiting. Waiting for the other side of the transaction. The timer on the wall beat silently, and it was not until thirty minutes after the agreed time that the heavy alloy door of the reception room finally let out a slight pressure release sound and slid open to one side. Three people (or rather, humanoids) walked in. The leader was a tall and thin man, wrapped in a wide, old, dark gray cloak that seemed to be tanned with the peeled skin of some kind of starry sky beast. The hood was pulled down low, covering most of his face, only revealing a chin with sharp lines and pale skin like a corpse, and a pair of eyes flashing with unstable ghost-green data flow-these were obviously highly modified prosthetic eyes. There was something strange about his walking posture, as if he had improperly sized bearings in his joints, and there was a slight, uncomfortable "clicking" sound with each step. He is the spokesperson of the "Luowen" organization in this star field, codenamed "Shadow Weaver". Behind him were two "guards." On the left is a modified giant that is almost two and a half meters tall, covered with rough welded steel plates and exposed pipelines. It has no obvious head. The sensors are focused on a constantly rotating red ball of light on the chest. Every step it takes makes the ground tremble slightly, codenamed "Anvil". On the right is a petite woman wearing a tight-fitting leather jacket, with her face covered by half an insect chitin mask. Her fingers are slender, and her fingertips are flashing with a blue quenched cold light. Her eyes are compound eyes, and she scans the room indifferently. She is codenamed "Queen Bee". "Net" - the most notorious branch of the space pirate alliance that has risen rapidly in recent decades and is famous for its cruel methods, no bottom line, specializing in information trafficking, human/organ/rare resource smuggling, interstellar kidnapping, and providing "solutions to special problems" to any bidder on the black market. They are not as keen on plundering merchant ships as traditional pirates. Instead, they are better at weaving conspiracies, exploiting loopholes in rules, and conducting dark transactions. As the name suggests, they are like an invisible and deadly net, quietly penetrating and tightening the necks of their prey. "Director Wharton," Shadow Weaver's voice was like the friction of rusty gears, with strange electronic noise. He walked to the opposite side of the round table and did not sit down. He just raised his head slightly and glanced at the three people across the table with his green prosthetic eyes. "I hope that the time of you and your colleagues is worth this...'Little delay'." "Time is precious to us, Mr. Shadow Weaver." Wharton finally stopped spinning his finger on the credit point crystal and pressed it gently on the cold crystal table with a soft "click" sound. His gray-blue eyes looked at the other party calmly, "Especially at this moment when...'Market confidence' begins to show some...'Subtle fluctuations'. I hope your 'goods' can be worthy of my personal trip and..." He paused and pointedly said, "... The 'premium' paid." "The premium is a reasonable compensation for the risk, Mr. Director." Shadow Weaver let out a short "laughter", like metal scratching, "especially when the 'goods' involve the foundation of your company... And even the entire world's credit system." Evelyn Chen pushed up her glasses, her eyes as sharp as a knife behind the lenses: "Let's get straight to the point. You claim to have the total amount of data to prove the 'credit point anchors' - that is, the company's secret reserve of 'zero element crystals' scattered in seventeen absolutely confidential galaxies - and the company's announcement to the public. , And there is evidence of "systematic and large-scale human bias" in the data used to issue credits. We need to see conclusive and unforgeable raw data slices, reserve verification codes, and internal real-time monitoring and reserve readings of at least three independent confidential warehouses. " "Ms. Chen is indeed professional." Shadow Weaver didn't seem surprised, "However, before displaying the 'goods', according to the rules of our industry... Should we confirm the 'paying ability' first? What we require is not something that can be measured by mere credit points." Wharton raised his hand to stop Evelin's possible rebuttal. He leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands on the table, and pressed the expensive credit point crystal under his palm. "What do you want, tell me directly. Mining rights for rare minerals? 'Duty-free passes' in certain star areas? Or... Detailed information about certain competitors within the company that are 'inconvenient to deal with'?" Shadow Weaver's green prosthetic eyes flickered, seeming to find Wharton's "straightforwardness" interesting. "Mr. Director is very sensible. However, what we want this time is... Something more 'fundamental'." He said slowly. "We require that within the next six months, Interstellar Peace Company, under the cover of 'technical upgrade', 'system maintenance', 'preventing speculation' and any other official reason you like, gradually and covertly increase the public exchange ratio of credit points and 'zero element crystal'... By three hundred percent." "What?!" Evelyn Chen exclaimed, almost standing up from her chair, "This is impossible! This will immediately cause the market to panic about the stability of the value of credit points! Even if it is just an expectation..." "And this requires at least three rotating directors and more than half of the votes of the Financial Stability Committee!" Wharton's face also darkened, but he was more calm than Evelin. "The appetite for snares is not small. But you must understand that shaking the foundation of credit points will not be good for you. In a chaotic market, no...'Elegant' transactions can be carried out." "Chaos?" Shadow Weaver let out that heart-wrenching "laughter" again, "No, no, no, Mr. Director, you misunderstood. We are not trying to create chaos. We just... Find ourselves a safe and comfortable lifeboat position before the chaos comes." His green prosthetic eyes swept over Wharton and Evelin, as if he could see through the turmoil in their hearts. "You know it in your heart. The over-issuance of credit points has long been no secret. Can the real reserves of 'Zero Element Crystal' really support the credit point bubble that is now flooding the world? The company uses information asymmetry and absolute force deterrence to forcibly maintain this system, but cracks have long appeared. Bartering has begun to occur in the fringe star field, and the prices of physical precious metals and rare elements in the black market are undercurrent. Even within you, how much confidence do you have in 'stability' left?" Every time he said something, Evelin's face turned paler. As the chief risk analyst, she knows the fragility of this system better than anyone else, but it is usually covered up by the huge inertia, the company's authority and sophisticated control methods. "What we want is not destruction. But when the destructive wave comes, we have enough...'Buoyancy' to ensure that we are not drowned." Shadow Weaver said slowly, "The ratio is increased by 300%, in line with the huge amount of money in our hands that is about to expire, and is priced at the current extremely low interest rate. The borrowed short credit contracts are enough for us to make a profit in the process of "revaluation" that is beyond the reach of any pirate who plunders a hundred wealthy planets, and this profit is enough for us to transform, clean up, and even occupy a place in the new order. " Wharton was silent. The hand he placed under the table was slightly clenched. He knew the other person was telling the truth. The endogenous contradictions in the credit point system have been hard to overcome. The board of directors is not monolithic. The debate on whether to continue to hold on or find a "soft landing" solution has never stopped. And vultures like "Luo Wang" gathered here just because they smelled the smell of decay. "You got the profits, and then what?" Wharton asked slowly, "Make the evidence public, completely detonate the bubble, and everyone is finished?" "What good is that to us?" Shadow Weaver spread out his hand (if it can be called a hand, it's more like a mechanical prosthetic limb), his movements stiff. "Complete chaos will only give birth to more unpredictable monsters, such as... The recently active 'Galaxy Bat Man' and his nosy friends. What we need is a A... Controlled collapse, an orderly 'return of value'. We get what we deserve, and then... The evidence can disappear forever, or, at a certain critical moment, become a stepping stone for us to... 'Deeply cooperate' with the company. After all, the person who can light the match in the powder keg is always worthy of respect, isn't it?" A naked threat, wrapped in what appears to be "cooperation". "I need to see evidence." Wharton was silent for a long time, and finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "Real evidence. And... How do you guarantee that after getting the 'buoyancy', you won't light the powder keg backhand?" "A wise choice." Shadow Weaver seemed to have expected it. He raised the mechanical hand and pressed a hidden interface on his wrist. A tiny beam of light was projected onto the center of the crystal round table, quickly building a complex holographic interface that was constantly beating with real data and verification codes. "This is one of the core reserves of the 'Zero Element Crystal', a real-time monitoring clip of the 'Eye of the Abyss-7'. Pay attention to the timestamp and the quantum entanglement verification code that cannot be tampered with... This is the secret extraction record of the library in the past ten years, and it is different from the public accounts... This is a scan of the internal structure of the other two reserves. The description is consistent with the current thermal imaging analysis of reserves, which is obviously inconsistent with the official declaration of 'full load' status... This is a partially encrypted memo we recovered from the personal terminal of an 'overly optimistic' former reserve planner of your company (who has disappeared), discussing the 'beautification of strategic reserve data'..." Lines of cold data, images with sharp contrasts, and internal dialogue records that send chills down the spine... Are like the sharpest scalpel, cutting open the shining golden shell of the Interstellar Peace Company's credit system, revealing the financial body that has already begun to suppurate and become necrotic inside. Evelyn Chen's face turned pale, and her fingers trembled on the virtual keyboard, trying to find any traces of forgery, but the more she verified, the heavier her heart sank. These evidences are so real that they can make anyone with a little financial knowledge lose confidence in credit points instantly.