Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

Qing Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

She came to the ground and looked up at the building ahead.

A huge crystal panel is embedded in the wall, completely concealing the formation rune behind it.

Not only this place, the entire Beiting Avenue has more than a dozen crystal panels, large and small.

Except for the first one that took more time, the rest is a lot of familiarity.

These crystal panels mainly play the role of displaying the picture under the action of the array, and are responsible for collecting the images and setting the array for transmission in other places.

Qing Yuan remembers Luo Chuan's words, which seems to be called "separation of server and client".

Strange naming method.

"I'm leaving now." The mission has been completed, and Qing Yuan will naturally not stay here.

As for the members of the construction team, they are still busy with the follow-up finishing work.

At this time, the sky was gradually darkening, the temperature was gradually dropping, and the dark night was about to fall.

Han Mo looked thoughtful at the changed street.

"Han Mo, do you know what you are planning to do?" someone next to him asked.

Han Mo smiled and shook his head: "How do I know?"

He had relevant guesses about this in his mind, but he was not sure, so he didn't say it.

"Origin Mall, I don't know if the boss is opening a branch in Qichuan."

"Didn't Bu Lige say that even if you don't open it, you will definitely sell goods."

"I heard that Origin Mall also sells something called Magic Phone, which is interesting."

"What is a magic phone, that kind of holographic device is the most powerful!"

"Yes, yes, it seems that you can reach a strange world through holographic devices..."

Listening to the surrounding voices, Han Mo couldn't help but feel a little expectation in his heart.

When Qing Yuan returned to Xuefeng Pavilion, she heard loud voices from a distance.

"...Hahaha, I am the son of the duke, who can catch me!"

"Mr. Zhao, what do you think of this arrest?"

"They are slandering! I will ask the most professional people to make them compensate for the loss of my reputation!"

"But many people say you..."

"What do I care about them? I'm the final winner, ha, ah..."

"Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with you?! Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao..."

Qing Yuan:...

What the hell?

How long has she been out? What strange thing happened to Xuefeng Pavilion?

Qing Yuan's arrival did not attract many people's attention. Yao Ziyan patted her side when she saw it and motioned for her to sit here.

"How is it?" Yao Ziyan asked in a low voice.

"It's done." Qing Yuan's attention was still attracted by the sight in front of her. Bu Lige had already fallen to the ground and started to twitch, "Uh, what are they doing?"

"Perform." Yao Ziyan poured her a cup of tea, "After all, we came here to shoot a movie. What do you think?"

"Very interesting." Qing Yuan thought for a while and gave such an evaluation.

Bu Lige stood up dexterously, his expression froze slightly, because he felt something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere.

Bu Shiyi and others looked strange.

"Performance! That's just a show!" Bu Lige could only emphasize that.

"I know." Bu nodded poetically, but his expression was thoughtful.

My younger brother seems to have the talent for being a dude, it seems that the next time will need to be carefully disciplined.

After a short silence, bursts of applause sounded. I have to say that they did see an arrogant and domineering dude just now.

From this point alone, Step Lige has been successful.

"Very good." Luo Chuan also nodded.

Since the first negative textbook Xia Yu, these future actors have been experimenting one after another, and Luo Chuan no longer needs to participate.

"So what exactly are those image transmission formations for?" Qing Yuan's doubts have been going on for a long time.

"Very simple, broadcast the news." Yao Ziyan gave the answer.

"Playing news?" Qing Yuan frowned, she really couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

As a cultivator in the realm of venerables, she has always been alone, and Yao Ziyan is one of her few friends.

As for the lives of ordinary people and what happened in various countries or forces, she did not interest her in the least.

"It's as described in the script." Luo Chuan gave a vivid example.

Qing Yuan recalled the content of the script, and her expression changed in confusion, surprise, and surprise.

"In other words, what are the things that are used in filming?" Qing Yuan understood Luo Chuan's meaning.

"Not only that, if you learn about the news caused by the death note without knowing it, how would you feel?" Yao Ziyan asked with a smile.

Qing Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then cast a surprised look at Luochuan: "Boss, are you going to fool the people in the city?"

"Flicker..." Luo Chuan couldn't find a reason to refute Qing Yuan's words.

"Everything is for the movie." Yao Ziyan looked at his friend's eyes earnestly.

"For the movie." Qing Yuan nodded.

She doesn't care about ordinary people deliberately, and it's not a big deal, it's just fake news.

And being able to participate in the filming of the movie is a great honor for them, the kind of personally created history.

Listening to the dialogue between Yao Ziyan and Qingyuan, Luochuan felt inexplicably as if he was carrying out some evil ritual plan...

Time is getting late, the sky outside has become dim, the gloomy sky can't see the slightest light, and the dots of lights dot the city.

Dinner is still settled in Xuefeng Pavilion.

According to Luochuan's words, winter should be the season for hot pot.

Although Xuefeng Pavilion didn't have corresponding equipment, it was not that difficult to transform.

Most of the people present can tear iron plates by hand.

"This is hot pot?" Xin Hai Chengzi was very curious about this strange way of eating food.

After becoming a customer of Origin Mall, she has seen a lot of novelties.

"Although it was just cooking all the food together, it was unexpectedly delicious." Gu Yunxi nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, did you just eat the meat slices I put down?" Jiang Wanshang questioned.

"I didn't pay attention." Gu Yunxi said vaguely, "but do you still need to distinguish who put it in the pot? Whoever eats it belongs to whom."

"Then why don't you eat the vegetables you put in?" Jiang Wanshang pointed to the tumbling leaves.

"Because it's not tasty." Gu Yunxi was confident.

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