Sir! Don't close the net!

This year marks the sixth year that Bishop Azavet has been in charge of the Mother Teresa Prison.

[The Galar Horn indicates that they do not intend to go to war, but are merely making preparations.]

The Cult of Steam and Steel claims they have no intention of interfering in the internal affairs of the wasteland, but are considering transforming into a corporation and selling their research results to generate funding for future research.

Li Yili raised an eyebrow slightly. In order to get a diploma and a good job, he once sneaked into Arkham University, the best university in the wasteland capital of Millennium, and successfully graduated as the top student by cheating and deceiving. One of the sponsors of Arkham University was the Cult of Steam and Steel.

He didn't think the Church of Steam and Steel was short of money, let alone so short that it had to "sell everything it owns." However, it was possible that the Church of Steam and Steel had started a bunch of projects. After all, they really liked to research this and that, and it wasn't impossible that they might accidentally create a bottomless pit.

"The world remains a tangled mess."

Li Yili shook her head helplessly and folded the World newspaper below the Indian newspaper. Unlike the dull and boring World newspaper, the Indian newspaper started with two big characters.

【shock--】

Li Yili sighed. In the past, he would probably have been terrified, but now he only felt nostalgic and sentimental. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. If this world didn't have computers and cell phones, he would definitely have started a bloodbath in the world's social media world with the words "Watch out, this man is about to—"

"However, ha... calling it shocking is really just exaggerating a trivial matter..."

Li Yili flipped through it nonchalantly.

[Sheep Village Logistics announces Austin corporate notes are equivalent in value to Sheep Village Logistics and Fire Elf notes, indicating a promising future.]

Eh?

Li Yili's hand trembled, and the newspaper fell to the ground with a clatter.

Chapter 106 What happened? What happened?

WHY?

Li Yili stared blankly at the sky.

To describe his current mood in a single line of dialogue would be...

What happened? What happened? What happened?

Why is Austin's company valued at the same level as the Fire Spirits and Sheep Village stocks? Does he deserve it? His tickets shouldn't even have a chance to enter the lottery!

A gust of wind blew up the newspaper that had fallen to the ground, and it slapped Li Yili's leg with a loud thud.

"what--"

Li Yili suddenly realized what was happening and, without waiting for the carriage, rushed to the bottom of the Sheep Village Logistics Building with her suitcase on her back. Just then, Abu Rang and the others got off the carriage and greeted Li Yili with smiles.

"Minister, you're back so soon!"

"Minister! I have accomplished my mission! The deal... is secured!"

I'm so lucky, my foot!

Li Yili suppressed the urge to punch Abu Rang in the head, took a deep breath, and walked into the Sheep Village Logistics Building, holding her forehead as she went, asking, "What happened?"

“Minister, just as you predicted, Austin has made his move,” Abu Jean followed behind Li Yili with admiration.

Li Yili's eye twitched.

Austin will definitely make a move, but so what? That Austin is clearly a good-for-nothing, his brain is full of nothing but lard. The methods he would use are nothing more than despicable tricks and swindles. At most, he'll send another group of people to the site to do odd jobs. Sheep Village Logistics might be afraid of those despicable methods, but would the black goat's cubs be afraid? Would the fire elves be afraid?

"Let me explain the specifics," Li Yili exhaled.

He's calmed down now. Abu Jean is a hot-blooded young man who would charge straight in when faced with swindling or threats. He would never smile and say, "Let's kneel down and surrender." Moreover, with Al around, there's no way he could find a way to force Austin to kneel down and surrender within a day.

Moreover, the current cheerful atmosphere, and Abou Jean's statement that "everything is as you expected," suggest that the situation is definitely not simple.

"Austen somehow managed to throw all the wishing bottles we threw into the sea of ​​dead back to us."

Li Yili paused, her pupils contracting slightly.

This is an impossible situation.

The height they're currently projecting is beyond the reach of Austin's fishing boats, let alone the ability to intercept their wishing bottles.

Although she really wanted to shout "WHY!", Li Yili nodded calmly, going with the flow.

"Yes, I already knew that."

"Then Austin brought Bishop Azawi's priest to the scene and helped us calm things down."

Ok?

Li Yili subconsciously turned her head to look at Abu Rang.

Given Austin's track record, shouldn't he take advantage of the situation and press his advantage at this point?

"Don't worry, Minister, we're not stupid!" Abu Jean patted his chest. "This was also part of your plan, wasn't it!"

Li Yili felt a tightness in her chest and turned her head with difficulty.

In all honesty, he had only one plan: to seize the entire market of Instas through the bill system, become the local tyrant, and live a life of luxury for seventy years. To do this, he needed to kick Austin away.

What tricks did Austin use to bring the wishing bottle back...? What's there to be afraid of! There's no god of water displacement in this world! There must be some divine favored one playing tricks! Why not just go find those two fire spirits, those favored ones?!

If all else fails... tell the parents! Just call the Black Goat Mother over and beat the charlatan to a pulp! Then throw the dirty water on Austin and kick Gauss out of the Instas Market for good.

All in one go.

Instead of sliding down the knee and ceding the benefits of the bill system to Austin as we are doing now.

Today it's the same value, tomorrow it will be 1.5 times, and the day after tomorrow it will be twice!

"Because of the endorsement of Bishop Azawi, everyone is now praising the God of Water Displacement! Now, as long as Minister Li Yili gives the order, all the residents of Instas will become our help in building the temple in Instas!"

Li Yili paused, a few beads of cold sweat appearing on her forehead.

Building... a temple?!

Uncontrollably, Li Yili recalled the absurd séance in Guoweidun.

The séance, which was clearly destined to fail, was completed in a way that had nothing to do with them.

Li Yili sensed the same thing. Even though he was planning in the completely opposite direction, things were developing in a straight line that was heading in the direction he wanted to avoid.

There aren't that many accidents in this world.

"What's wrong, Minister?" Seeing Li Yili remain motionless, Abu Rang's heart skipped a beat, and he cautiously inquired, "Have we overlooked something?"

Omission?

No, you haven't missed anything, you're even self-taught!

Li Yili couldn't resist the urge to complain, so she casually raised her hand and waved it, "Pretty much."

He realized that these Yun people were truly loyal. Even if he, as their leader, only wanted to make empty promises to fool them, they were still single-mindedly focused on making those promises. Therefore, even if all his decisions had nothing to do with the promises themselves, and their minds were full of building the temple, they would still subtly move in that direction during the execution process.

Just like now, his first reaction, which was not to build a temple, was to force the two fire elves or tell their parents to kill Austin. Abu made them's first reaction was, "Oh, I see!" They immediately gave up the benefits of the ticket system and used Austin and Bishop Azavet to officially certify the god of water volume.

These bastards don't care about money!!!

Losing money is not a big deal, but letting these guys actually build the temple in Instas is a real problem. Just look at the situation in Gowerton. In the past, no one cared what would happen to the world's largest seaport.

Now he had to think of another way.

Li Yili returned to his private office on the first floor with a glint in his eye. There were still many Yunzhong executives present, and they all looked at him with admiration.

With such a group of people helping him, it would be a miracle if things didn't get worse, and he still has to rely on these guys.

This damn life...

Li Yili's lips twitched slightly as she untied the suitcase containing Nakya and went to her desk. She placed the suitcase aside, slowly sat down in her chair, interlaced her fingers, and her sharp gaze caused all the Yunzhong executives present to subconsciously stand up and cast expectant looks at Li Yili.

According to El's speculation, they have now reached the final stage, so Li Yili is most likely about to make her final announcement.

"On the day I'm not here...who sits in my chair?"

Chapter 107 Alright, it's time to use PUA on them.

"Your mom—"

"what?"

"Our mom!"

"what??!"

Perhaps because they were too happy, the executives of Yunzhong spoke in a very down-to-earth manner, so much so that it took Li Yili a while to realize that these guys were talking about the Black Goat. But after realizing it, Li Yili felt a chill down her spine. According to Abu's instructions, no sooner had he left than the Black Goat appeared and sat in his seat.

No matter how reliable the young members of the Black Goat's Clan are, it doesn't change one thing: they are a cult. For a cult, betrayal is as easy as drinking water. And Instas has reached the point where anyone can clean up the mess. As long as El and the others have that idea, they can easily kick him out.

So the Black Goat appeared as a cadre. He didn't need to say anything; just sitting in his position was enough to intimidate anyone with ulterior motives.

Reliable!

My ass...

They tore up the market share that Lao Tzu had built up for Instas and returned it to him.

Li Yili covered her mouth and turned her face away, seemingly moved to tears by the love of the black goat's mother, but in reality, she was heartbroken over her hard work.

Crying won't solve anything now.

Li Yili covered her mouth and remained silent for a while before exhaling and sitting up straight.

"Hmm, which little bastard is it—cough, who's in charge of and..."

It was discussed in Austin.

“I-I-I—” Abu Jean immediately raised his hand and waved.

Oh—it really was you, you little bastard!

Li Yili's eye twitched. "During this process, did Austin show any signs of anything amiss?"

“Something’s not right? Uh…” Abu Jean tilted his head back slightly, resting his chin on his hand. “It’s actually quite normal.”

"Is this normal? It's unbelievable that people who recently criticized us in the newspapers as an evil organization spreading evil ideas have now engaged in business cooperation with us," Li Yili said with a sneer, resting her chin on her hand.

"No! That's not it! From a business perspective, we were coerced!"

Abu Jang stood ramrod straight, his face beaming with pride like a sentinel reporting a victory.

"Because Austin knows how to stop us from throwing the wishing bottle, and we can't think of a solution for the time being, we have no choice but to agree to Austin's request for the sake of the future!"

"In fact, the cooperation with Austin has brought us certain conveniences. If we release the wishing bottles of the Instas residents too frequently, it will be easy to be exposed. Austin has helped us limit the frequency of wishes made by the Instas residents! Now, the only wishing bottles we plan to release are the SSR large wishing bottle and the UR mission-fulfilling wishing bottle."

Li Yili let out a long breath.

He had certainly considered the problem of the residents of Instas frequently making wishes and thus giving themselves away. Imagination is limitless, but a person's life limits their imagination. These residents of Instas have always lived a life like an assembly line, and the number of wishes they can think of is pitifully limited. Their prize pool contains many small wishing bottles, as numerous as the trivial matters of their lives.