Under One Person: The Millennium Plan Exposed by Feng Baobao.

Chapter 93 Charming Mind, Qu Tong’s Method for Ma Xianhong (asking for monthly ticket)

Looking at Ma Xianhong's helpless expression.

Everyone understood in their hearts how strong the soul of this snake god was, and it seemed to be impossible to estimate.

……

[These eight kitchen utensils are the Eternal Spirit Blade, the Dragon-Turning Pot, the Demonic Copper Sacred Artifact, the Garuda Blade, the Tanlang Pot, the Spiritual Storage, and two Jade Dragon Pots.]

[After it was completed, the Serpent God's soul had just been used up. I can only say that this meteorite seemed to have come specifically to help me create these eight magical kitchen utensils.]

[At the same time, I discovered something quite terrifying: once someone uses these eight instruments to prepare the same dish, the person who eats it will be mesmerized and will obey the cook's orders for a long time!]

"what!"

Everyone immediately thought of what the old Taoist priest had just said.

Could this be the secret of how dark cuisine can control people's hearts?

Bi Yuan was muttering to himself at this moment.

"No wonder. I was wondering why the Dark Cuisine had such an evil method. Now that I think about it being a magical instrument made from the soul of the Snake God, I understand a little."

Ma Xianhong on the side nodded.

"Indeed, no one knows whether this snake god's remaining soul still has self-awareness."

"If there are still some, it means that the person being controlled is not obeying the orders of the cook, but the orders of the residual spirit of the snake god!"

Wang Zhenqiu was full of curiosity at this moment.

"I wonder if these eight pieces of kitchenware are still available. It would be really fun if we could get them all."

Hearing Wang Zhenqiu say this, the clarinet player beside him seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Obviously he knew part of it, but after thinking about it, he didn't say it out loud.

At this moment, everyone's cell phones suddenly vibrated.

I took out my cell phone and took a look.

It was Erzhuang who sent the message in the WeChat group.

Er Zhuang: "I know this thing. There are two of them in the hands of Behemoth. I accidentally saw them when I hacked into Behemoth's computer system. As for the others, I don't know."

Seeing that Erzhuang knew, Zhang Chulan was also a little curious.

Then he opened his mouth and asked:
"Erzhuang, what kind of company is this Behemoth?"

Er Zhuang was in the room at the moment, but the people around her couldn't see her.

After hearing Zhang Chulan's words, Er Zhuang immediately typed and sent it out in the WeChat group.

Er Zhuang: "This Behemoth can be said to be a company in the United States that specializes in creating mutants."

"The company that created the Inhumans?"

After seeing these words, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but glance at Ma Xianhong beside him.

Seeing that he didn't respond, he asked.

"What's going on? How come Inhumans can be mass-produced overseas?"

"What about the population red line?"

After hearing the term "population red line", the temporary workers felt nervous.

If Behemoth can mass-produce mutants, it would seem that their country is the only one in the world that abides by the population red line.

No matter how you listen to it, you'll suffer a loss!
I don’t know what the higher-ups were thinking, but they actually chose to stick to this rule.

Without waiting for Erzhuang to answer.

Ma Xianhong spoke at this moment.

"I seem to have heard something about this red line."

"I just want to know, is the company really strictly following this rule?"

"If so, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"If not, then I would be interested in talking to the top management of your company."

Hear this.

Everyone fell silent.

At this moment, a trace of confusion flashed through their hearts.

I don’t know if it’s the right thing to come here this time.

The world is so competitive now. If you follow the rules but other countries don't, you will be the one who suffers in the end.

After all, Behemoth showed no signs of abiding by the rules.

Seeing that no one was talking, Ma Xianhong already understood most of it.

But he still felt a little unwilling.

I cursed the company's top executives in my heart for being old stubborn!
At this time, Er Zhuang had already sent a message.

Er Zhuang: "Those are countries without much cultural heritage. They have no idea how serious the consequences will be if the population red line is violated."

Er Zhuang: "Hasn't there been enough lessons learned from this kind of thing in history?"

Er Zhuang: "So the attitude from above is that we must maintain the population red line. There is no room for negotiation."

Seeing Erzhuang's answer, everyone's hearts became firm again.

That being the case.

Then let’s strictly follow the objectives of this mission.

At this time, Feng Baobao had continued reading.

……

To prevent these eight magical instruments from being misused, I gave six of them to Yakan. The remaining two Jade Dragon pots, I placed in different areas of the Five Immortals Sect and asked Lan Ling to keep them under strict watch.

[As long as these eight kitchen utensils are not gathered together, no trouble will arise.]

【When I need you one day, you can always gather together to help me through the difficulties. 】

……

When everyone heard the owner of the notebook say this, a doubt flashed through their minds.

I don’t know what happened afterwards, but the Dark Cuisine Club actually got hold of all the kitchen utensils.

There must be something hidden!
Just when everyone wanted to continue listening to what happened next.

Feng Baobao has stopped chanting.

Zhang Chulan felt a little regretful.

"Sister Bao'er, have you finished reading?" Feng Baobao nodded.

"Yes, I've finished reading it."

After saying that, he handed the notes back to Ma Xianhong.

Seeing this, Ma Xianhong didn't plan to stay here any longer.

"In that case, I won't bother you anymore."

After taking the notes, Ma Xianhong took the brocade box and left with Bi Yuan.

Zhang Chulan also said goodbye to the old master and said that he would call him as soon as he had any notes in the future.

After making sure that Ma Xianhong had gone far away.

Everyone looked at each other.

Obviously, everyone understands what others are thinking.

At this time, the black pipe said:
"Speaking of which, my supervisor, Ren Fei, and I have discussed this demographic red line before, and we ultimately concluded that even if all the aliens were to perish one day, it wouldn't have the slightest impact on this world!"

Hearing Clarinet say this, everyone immediately looked at Clarinet.

"How to say?"

Clarinet looked at everyone's questioning gazes and then asked his first question.

"You said that if there were no Inhumans in this world, you even said that the number of Inhumans would be limited to a few hundred."

"If we can go everywhere, is there any need for us to exist?"

"Should the government still allocate funds to us to maintain this burdensome organization?"

"You have to know that every penny we spend now is taxpayers' money."

“It’s all earned through hard work by ordinary people.”

"But it's because of the existence of aliens that so many resources are wasted. If there were no aliens, wouldn't it be better to use this money to support the poor?"

"The money spent on an out-of-control mutant could lift an entire impoverished village out of poverty!"

Hearing what Clarinet said, everyone nodded.

Zhang Chulan felt a little emotional.

"That's true. If I could choose, I would rather choose a world without aliens and live a free and peaceful life."

"But now that I've been dragged into the alien world, this wish is almost impossible to achieve."

"The source of Qi that my grandfather may have left behind will be cherished by people for the rest of their lives."

Seeing Zhang Chulan so emotional, Lao Meng couldn't help but speak.

"Yes, from another perspective, if there are too many extraordinary people, ordinary people will definitely notice them."

“When faced with the unknown, everyone will feel a strong curiosity, or even fear.”

"For example, aliens have means but cannot show them. Rather than protecting ordinary people, it's more like protecting the aliens themselves."

"After all, no matter how powerful a stranger is, his true energy will eventually run out."

"Wasn't even someone as powerful as Overlord Xiang Yu killed by ordinary people using human wave tactics?"

"The bodies were piled up in a huge pile. The soldier who stole a thigh even founded the Yang family, a thousand-year-old clan. Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Jian, is his descendant."

Listen to what Lao Meng has to say.

The clarinet on the side took over the conversation.

"The theory that Lao Meng mentioned was something that Ren Fei and I had discussed at the time."

"She said that everything that is easy will eventually turn into its opposite. This is similar to why the ancient dynasties were peaceful in their early years. It was because there were only a few princes and grandchildren, so people only had to pay a small amount of taxes to support the court."

"But as time went on, the number of princes, grandsons, and royal relatives increased, and the burden on those below became heavier."

"Until the end, the people below began to be overwhelmed."

"Usually, this is the end of a dynasty. A rebellion is needed, and a major reshuffle is needed before a new cycle can begin."

"These princes and grandchildren can be compared to strangers. There is no benefit in having too many strangers."

The clarinet finished.

Wang Zhenqiu chuckled.

"It's very clear now that you put it that way. I know the nature of some people very well."

"If these innate mutants weren't randomly generated, and the powerful controlled the method and transformed their descendants into mutants, then the people below would have no way to survive."

The clarinet nodded.

"You're right, so this is an iron rule."

"We must absolutely control the number of aliens, no matter how much it costs!"

……

now.

In Ma Xianhong's room.

He had already told Qu Tong the contents of his notes, and Qu Tong was very interested in the eight magical instruments.

Qu Tong looked at Ma Xianhong with a very satisfied expression.

"Xian Hong, you have done a great job this time."

"If possible, I hope you can come back and don't need the self-cultivation furnace anymore."

"I can make a new one when I come back."

"I've already told you the company's attitude towards you. If you choose to confront it head-on, nothing good will come of it."

Ma Xianhong's eyes revealed a hint of unwillingness at this moment.

"Is there no room for maneuver?"

"I can't believe that someone from such a great invention company like mine would choose to turn a blind eye!"

Looking at the stubborn Ma Xianhong, Qu Tong also had a headache.

Finally, I could only say helplessly:
"Then be careful of these temporary workers. If they do something wrong, run away immediately. Don't worry about those with higher aptitudes!"

"When necessary, use the means I give you!"

Hearing Qu Tong's words, Ma Xianhong slowly took out a fiery red talisman from his arms.

If Hu Xiaojie and the others saw it, they would know that it was a talisman used to seal the drought demon!

(End of this chapter)