Durin's Diary

Chapter 829: Chang Tang Journey

“We need a bigger market.”

This is the opening speech most often used by Dühring's brother, the Prime Minister of the Principality and the great leader of free economy, Paul Corleone, at the conference recently.

Du Lin went to listen to the content of his brother's meeting. To an old assassin, it sounded like thunder outside the window on a rainy day, and he was like a duck inside the window.

It's like hearing thunder from the sky.

However, as an expert in the economic field, Eleven still understood the meaning of what Poole said.

Open doors, free trade.

This is a more elegant translation.

We need a huge market where we can sell everything.

This is general speaking.

Fuck your mother, if you impose more tariffs on me, I will kill your whole family!

This is a more animalistic statement.

Du Lin had no choice but to accept the situation when his elder brother was wailing like this. After all, these days everyone was following mercantilist principles and raising tariffs to the maximum. If you didn't add a 20% tax to the items you sold, you would be embarrassed to go out and make a fool of yourself.

But generally speaking, the merchants in Changtang like the blankets in Dulin's hands very much. Recently, they have also become fond of the honey snacks packed in spell storage boxes - after all, as long as the box is not broken, the snacks will not be spoiled.

This kind of snack is very popular among the dwarf monsters of Changtang, also known as the grassland elves.

Du Lin also launched a buy-ten-get-two-free promotion - but since the products can't be sold and the costs can't be recovered, everything is just empty talk.

Poole held a three-day meeting, and Dulin felt that he was really not suitable for playing with economics, because even though the times had not progressed to the level that Dulin was familiar with, Poole and others had already begun discussing whether a free economy or a planned economy was better.

Hundreds of men, young and old, were discussing the matter while trying to get Du Lin to make decisions and reach a conclusion.

Du Lin was just about to go on stage and say those four words with great emotion - I know nothing.

I am just an old man who has killed countless people. Please let me go.

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Fortunately, Director Sun's incarnation of rationality came to help Du Lin solve his urgent problem. His appearance was very handsome - it was on the fourth day of the meeting, when Du Lin was being beaten by the young economists, everyone saw a beam of light shining down, and then Director Sun's incarnation of rationality fell down with a bang.

"You have something to talk to me about." Du Lin helped the unlucky guy in front of him up and ran out of the conference room.

The incarnation of rationality covered his face and said, "How can a conference room like yours have an anti-teleportation barrier? If I didn't have barrier penetration, I might have drifted into the astral plane today."

"It's okay. Once you go to the Star Realm, Anonymous will rescue you. I'm wondering why it took you so long to come find me." Du Lin came to the end of the corridor with the incarnation of rationality.

"Stop talking. It was Nameless who just pulled me out. Otherwise, how do you think I fell down?" The rational incarnation cursed and rubbed his nose. "You probably won't believe it, but my mortal body entered the Tianshi Mansion in Changtang. The old emperor said he wanted to marry his granddaughter to me."

"Isn't that great? The emperor of Chang Tang must have good genes, and his granddaughter will definitely be a beautiful girl." Du Lin said with a smile.

"Come on, do you want a 200-pound beautiful girl?" The incarnation of rationality rolled its eyes at Du Lin and said, "In this life, I'm a grassland elf. I can kill people, okay?"

"Never mind. Even if I don't consider my pelvis, I have to consider my bed." After saying that, Du Lin looked at the embodiment of rationality and asked, "What do you want from me this time?"

"Go to Changtang and kill people. The memory of the guy called Withered Demon Lord you killed last time has been deciphered by us. Another big demon of the Kind Cursed Mother is in the Four Islands. You come with me, we will kill him and then read his memory." The rational incarnation said here, and took the candy handed over by Du Lin: "No, what do you mean by giving me candy." "You are the rational incarnation of Director Sun. The rational incarnation should know that smoking is harmful." Du Lin replied.

"Do you really expect me to live for a thousand years? Don't let me be so old that I can't hold my shit by then." The incarnation of rationality said as he took out a cigarette box from Du Lin's pocket.

"No, why are you so vulgar?"

"I can't be any more elegant."

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They said they were going to the Four Islands to kill people, but there was actually a process involved. For example, they first needed to find a boat - the coordinates of the Four Islands were confusing, and the entire island was a huge devil's domain, full of monsters and demons. If they jumped in directly, even Mr. Wuming might not be able to rescue the people in time.

So Du Lin arranged everything, and three days later he followed the incarnation of rationality. When he gave the coordinates, Du Lin tore the space apart with his hands and jumped back to Changtang.

After the tearing, when Du Lin followed the incarnation of rationality back, he saw the old man and Mr. Yan. The two looked at Du Lin walking out of the portal behind the incarnation of rationality with surprise.

"How did you get here?" This was the old man's doubt.

"Follow this guy to the four islands to kill people." Du Lin told the truth.

"Is this the first jump?" Mr. Yan discovered the problem.

Du Lin nodded - the first jump in the portal mechanism means there is no relay node, and it arrives directly through one gate.

The two old men gasped.

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The Zhulongs in the Tianshi Mansion soon came to see the petal show - after all, this was the last Zhulong in the Western Continent. Although everyone knew about Du Lin's background, Du Lin did have a Western Continent surname after all. His surname was neither Mo nor Mo.

Several young men said they wanted to challenge Du Lin, and Du Lin was a little hesitant - after all, he came here to help the incarnation of rationality chop people, not to challenge anyone in a one-on-one fight, so he looked at the old man, hoping that this old elder of his family could say something.

You young people here are really very outgoing, but this is too outgoing. I've only been here for a short time and you already come up to beat me up, and you all have unfriendly faces. Do we have any grudge against each other?

"They are all Lan En's suitors." The old man dragged Du Lin aside and gave him a standard answer.

"Really?" Du Lin asked curiously.

"Would I, an old man, lie to a young man like you?" the old man asked back.

"Okay." Du Lin began to roll up his sleeves - it's time to shatter the daydreams of you bastards.

Du Lin began to roll up his sleeves, and the young Zhulongs also began to prepare their weapons. The old men thought about it and decided to establish a rule: "You cannot use any magic. This is purely physical combat. You can use weapons, but you can't hit the head or heart, which are fatal areas."

"No problem." Du Lin nodded.

His younger rivals agreed.

Du Lin's first opponent took out his eight-sided heavy sword. He was a 1.8-meter tall man. He even made a gesture to Du Lin: "You are so small, please go first."

Du Lin sighed, took out his mace, and then let out a battle cry.

Little bastards, daddy is here to beat you!

(End of this chapter)