Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker

Because once discovered, it means that he will play GG amidst laughter and laughter, and completely lose the chance to participate in the competition among the gods of the earth. If there is not enough weight placed on Klein, it is estimated that whether the Lord of Mysteries appears by then, whether Klein is dominant or Tianzun is dominant, he will be defeated by the Lord of Mysteries just like the compatriots who are still waiting outside. Sweep it away easily.

Gao Wei's body went slightly out of control, which was a normal reaction caused by directly ingesting extraordinary properties without mixing the magic potion. A wind that made people want to fall asleep suddenly appeared in the air, but he didn't react at all - the second extraordinary characteristic in him was completely covered up by the aura of the secret prayer, even if he met Adam by chance Maybe you can figure out his identity. Trying to avoid it in this situation will only cause unnecessary trouble for yourself.

As the aura on Gao Wei's body gradually calmed down, he also completed absorbing the potion. He turned around quietly and looked out of the alley. Gao Wei stepped forward and walked out. When he passed by the slightly red ground, his steps paused slightly. He pressed his hat slightly and walked into the bustling street.

"Unknown Abraham, I've dealt with your enemies. From today on, your body and surname belong to me." Gao Wei said seriously to the spirit within his body that was unwilling to leave: "I will replace everything you have: your name, your relationships, and even your fate. From now on, I am Gao Wei Abraham. You said you would help you look after your people? Okay."

With Gao Wei's promise, the last trace of the unknown Abraham's spirit dissipated. Instead, Gao Wei felt a weak mystical connection between heaven and himself.

That was Mr. Door's voice.

Chapter 3 Southern Continent Trading Company

Logically speaking, it was not a full moon, and Abraham, who was not yet a transcendent, should not be able to hear Mr. Men's voice.

But Gao Wei is different. He has his own body far beyond the barrier as a "broadcast antenna". He can transmit Mr. Men's mumblings under the pollution in real time from the starry sky alone.

Don't save me, don't save me, don't save me!

Gao Wei looked down and heard Mr. Men roar like this. He moved his huge body, making many outer gods a little nervous about what this unpredictable similar person wanted to do. But he just changed the direction and floated on Mr. Men's head, quietly looking down at Mr. Men who refused to return to Earth under the control of the fallen mother goddess.

Sad, pathetic, yet respectable, thought the High-Dimensional Overlooker. If Mr. Men hadn't willingly been sealed away in some lost darkness, Earth might have been completely destroyed before its doomsday, and the war between the gods on Earth—his favorite drama—would have quickly come to a grand and colorful conclusion.

"Extra! Extra! A major home invasion and robbery in Tingen City! Two people have been killed now, and the whereabouts of the murderous maniac are still unknown!"

Children's voices are loud and penetrating, giving people a sense of vitality. The sound came from far to near, and a newsboy trotted past pedestrians.

His eyes were rolling around, almost greedily observing the expressions of everyone around him. Whenever a passerby sees an expression of interest on his face, he will step forward to sell him.

Just when he was about to continue running forward, he saw Gao Wei standing at the door of the alley, wearing a well-dressed suit, showing a little bit of curiosity. He suddenly stopped at the edge of the alley and jogged to Gao Wei. in front of.

"Sir! Do you need a newspaper? One newspaper costs two pence, two copies only cost three pence!"

Excellent observation skills, and a professional sales pitch. In this child, I can even see a microcosm of his childhood: a difficult yet positive life, a reflection of the world's poor... Compared to those monotonous workers, his life is quite interesting.

Gao Wei used the habit of looking down that was unique to a boring foreign god, and subconsciously savored the drama of this child's life in his heart. But there was a gentle smile befitting a gentleman on his face, and he said to the child in front of him:

"Of course, please bring me a newspaper—there are not many such news, and it must be worth reading."

After that, Gao Wei took out a small and exquisite wallet from the pocket of his suit. He ignored the thick gold pound inside and rummaged through it to find two pennies. While Gao Wei was taking the money, the newsboy carefully took out a brand new newspaper from the satchel he was carrying behind him, held it in both hands and handed it to Gao Wei: "This is your newspaper, please keep it."

"Are you the newsboy here? Did you sell a lot of newspapers today?" A glint flashed in Gao Wei's eyes, pretending that he was mentioning it casually - of course he could see the bulging bags full of newspapers carried by the newsboy. It’s already time for the hawker to set up his stall, and the newsboy still has so many unsold newspapers that he is afraid he will lose money today.

Sure enough, the newsboy's face fell instantly. Although he was not very willing to talk about his work, he was still afraid of offending the rich-looking gentleman in front of him, so he could only say: "Not yet... …and quite a few more, sir.”

"Okay, sorry." Gao Wei smiled "apologisingly" and said to the newsboy. He shook the crystal-encrusted cane in his hand and tapped it on the ground. He took his unclosed wallet and asked the newsboy: "Do you know where the nearest Church of the Storm is? I want to find a courier to deliver a letter to me. I had a friend before who had a letter. I want to give the letter to the bishop here - ah, it is not convenient for me to go to the Church of Storms, after all, I am a believer of the goddess."

Gao Wei took out a letter from his arms, which was stamped with a delicate fire seal.

This was a lie. Gao Wei wrote the news that "there is an out-of-control monster here" in the letter, intending to fabricate a scene for the Aurora Society that this secret praying man was killed by the Storm Lord's Punisher, and that he was just a "betrayed Abraham" who admired "the glory of the Lord" and happened to have put together the family recipe for the potion.

After all, the best way to hide a more evil identity is to have a less evil identity. The early stage of the high-dimensional overlooker's path is somewhat similar to the ability of the "reader". Behind this layer of vest, you can even Create an image of a "wild extraordinary". Maybe, he could also join the Nighthawks as an informant for the Tingen Nighthawks.

Anyway, it is impossible for the divine envoys of the Aurora Society to ask the Church of Storms about the truth, and it is impossible for the goddess of the night to descend in this small place.

After that, he tapped his chest four times to show his piety. The newsboy hesitated for a moment and then said to Gao Wei cautiously: "Actually... I can also help you deliver letters, but I still have so many unsold newspapers..."

Gao Wei immediately saw through the boy's thoughts and pulled out a one-sol note from his wallet. The boy's eyes turned red when he saw the note and he wanted to take it with his hand, but Gao Wei used his cane to gently block the boy's body, calming him down.

"Of course this can be your reward, but you must deliver this letter to the Cathedral of Storms. Also, I need to go to the 'Southern Continent Trading Company' here. Please help me find a carriage going there. Making money is not as easy as you think, child."

The newsboy is undoubtedly a child who is very good at sizing up situations. He knew very well that it was absolutely impossible to get one sole for just delivering letters - when his father was still alive, he could only get two soles for working hard on the dock for a day. The newsboy took a deep breath, bent down humbly, and took the letter with his own hands: "You are such a generous gentleman. I will definitely help you deliver the letter. It only takes five minutes - no, three minutes." Just come back and I'll help you find a carriage right away."

"Very good, I hope your credit can convince me. If you do a good job, the money will be yours." Gao Wei handed the letter to the newsboy and watched him running along the street towards the distance.

He quietly watched the child who was willing to risk his life for a sola, as if he was pitying the child - after all, for slightly richer people, a sola was just a piece of cake after dinner, or a piece of meat on the table, but for the poor here, it was equivalent to several days' food, or even the life of himself or his family.

"What a farce. Does Adam really think of himself as God?" The high-dimensional overlooker cut off his incarnation's thoughts and sneered. The best writer wrote a script that was so twisted, but he still wanted to hide behind the scenes and watch everything develop according to His will. Compared to becoming the ancient sun god, high-dimensional observers still think that Adam is more suitable to be "God".

The high-dimensional overlooker found that he hated Adam even more. That guy was too much like God. In his opinion, the most interesting thing in the starry sky is the super star master, who carefully "waters" the planet he raises every day; Tianzun is still interesting, after all, high-dimensional overlookers like to hide behind the curtain and watch His wonderful puppet show is that hitting people really hurts; the most boring thing is God, whose pasture has not changed from the beginning.

In less than three minutes, the newsboy came back panting heavily. He quickly took Gao Wei, who was standing on the street, into a carriage. Only then did he have time to wipe the sweat from his head. Gao Wei nodded with satisfaction and handed the banknotes in his hand to the newsboy.

The newsboy's face lit up with joy. "Thank you! You are such a generous man."

"Go to the Southern Continent Trading Company." He dismissed the newsboy casually and Gao Wei said calmly to the coachman. Although this kind of carriage is several times more expensive than a public carriage, it looks more decent overall. At least there are no obvious stains on the carriage, and the overall appearance is more beautiful. Gao Wei didn't want the dramatic incident of being rejected by the Southern Continent Trading Company because the carriage was too shabby to happen to him.

——Anyway, the original Abraham was quite rich and even opened a small factory in Backlund. After Gao Wei inherited his body, he naturally transferred his identity from the high-dimensional space. Whoever sees Gao Wei will think that it is the original Abraham.

After getting off the carriage, Gao Wei held his cane and walked forward. Behind the gate of the Southern Continent Trading Company was a staff member sitting behind the desk, and a slightly bald man was talking to him. It's still early, so not many people are here. The door creaked open, immediately attracting the attention of the two people in the hall.

"I have a business deal I'd like to have handled by your company—but it seems I'm a little early, and there doesn't seem to be anyone here." Gao Wei tapped the ground with his cane and made a small joke to lighten the mood. The two staff members exchanged glances, and the slightly balding man stepped forward and extended his right hand toward Gao Wei.

"Our company always has someone on duty, but it's not yet time for our leader in charge of business negotiations to come to work. If you don't mind, you can sit down and have a cup of tea while I wait. I can answer your questions within my authority. My name is Benson Moretti. What's your name?"

"Gao Wei Abraham." Gao Wei extended his hand and shook hands with Benson in a friendly manner. The two of them walked to the sofa on the side and sat down. Benson was also very attentive and asked the staff to bring two cups of freshly brewed hot tea and placed them on the wooden table between them.

"First of all, Mr. Abraham, we are very grateful for your trust in our Southern Continent Trading Company. I don't know what business you want to handle when you come to visit Southern Continent Trading Company? Or do you want to cooperate with our company?"

Benson adhered to the principle that one more client meant one more sale, and tried his best to retain the well-dressed gentleman before him. His younger brother, Klein, was about to go for a job interview, and as an older brother, he had to let Klein concentrate on his studies.

Chapter 4 Making the Deal

"That's it, Mr. Moretti." Gao Wei put his cane gently beside him and said to Benson: "I own a wine-making factory in Backlund. Backlund's economy is very In developed countries, workers can also produce many low-priced wines to earn their wages - but here’s the problem.”

Gao Wei recounted this to Benson while recalling the memories in Abraham's mind.

As he spoke, Gao Wei sighed: "The products produced in my winery are not popular in Backlund. After all, the great nobles in the manor disdain to buy my 'mass-produced' products, and The number of people who can afford to buy my wine is far less than the amount of wine I produce. This leads me to have to find a way out for my winery - haha, you should understand that even for someone like me Businessmen also have conscience and compassion, and the workers in my winery still need to make a living from this job."

The Abraham family was spared from extermination by the Seven Gods thanks to Mr. Door, but after the betrayal of their students, their numbers were sparse. After all, they were once an angelic family. A lean camel is still bigger than a horse, and thanks to their ancestors' protection, most of the direct descendants still enjoy a relatively privileged life.

For example, the original owner of Gao Wei's body secretly runs a winery and a factory that produces lead products in Backlund, so Gao Wei is now quite wealthy.

"It just so happens that I have been in Tingen recently and will not return to Backlund for the time being - but things have to be resolved. So I can only hope that your company can help me arrange business activities to the Southern Continent - I hope I am satisfied with your company’s business capabilities.”

"Factory owners don't care much about workers' lives, and you are already a role model among businessmen." Benson followed Gao Wei's meaning and praised him casually: "There should be many such cases in Backlund. But as far as I know, the people of the Southern Continent cannot make this kind of goods at a low price, and through our company, we can provide you with trade channels in the Southern Continent."

"However, I need to ask my superiors for instructions. I can't make the decision myself. After all, I am only a basic employee of the company." Benson said solemnly: "If you are not in a hurry to leave, I can accompany you and wait for the arrival of the superior supervisor. . I understand what you mean. If it is commercial dumping for the Southern Continent, there should not be many companies that are more professional than us."

"That's fine." Gao Wei nodded and said to Benson: "But are you in a hurry? Your face doesn't look very good..."

He looked at Benson suspiciously, noticing two distinct dark circles around his eyes. Benson's face looked haggard and tired, but even so, this not-so-young young man still managed to display his talent for language arts. Noticing his fatigue being noticed by the client before him, Benson gave an awkward smile.

"I'm actually not on duty today. I just came back from a business trip and happened to meet you... Haha, I didn't want the company to lose a customer, so I took charge as the receptionist temporarily."

"Well, you're a qualified employee. I'm a little envious of your employer now." Gao Wei smiled gently. "If you were the business director of my factory, maybe my factory would have opened to the Southern Continent a long time ago."

"You're kidding, I'm just an ordinary employee. I can only talk here and can't do anything else." Benson said with a bitter smile, obviously not taking Gao Wei's words seriously.

But Gao Wei had actually considered this—both Benson's personal abilities and his relationship with Klein were worthy of his assistance. Even putting aside Benson and Klein's inseparable kinship, Benson's language proficiency, despite his lack of formal education, alone was enough to warrant Gao Wei's careful consideration.

As an alien among the outer gods, the high-dimensional overlooker is still very happy to observe humans and record human knowledge - this can be seen every time he sneaks into the territory of the super star master. Even the super star master doesn't look very happy, and those looking down from higher dimensions don't know why.

"Mr. Benson, I'm going to ask you something," Gao Wei said. "You don't seem to have received a formal education, but you have excellent language skills. Sorry, I don't mean to offend you, I'm just curious."

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay." Benson rubbed his eyes and cheered himself up. He smiled at Gao Wei and said, "Actually, I have a younger brother who is studying at the university..."

Gao Wei never expected that the last thing that started the conversation was a casual question - it seemed that the method of talking about children first to open up the situation in the previous life was applicable even in this world.

"...That's it, he is now preparing for the university interview. Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Galway, did I say too much?" Benson took a sip of tea and was surprised to realize that nearly two hours had passed. , it’s almost the company’s official start time. Gao Wei heard Benson's words and shook his head and said:

"No, chatting with Mr. Benson can kill the boring time - you know, it is always very boring when waiting." Gao Wei put down the tea cup and looked at the opening door opposite: "Oh, your When my colleagues arrived, it happened to be working time - it seems that your system is indeed as strict as you said."

"Colleague?" Benson looked at the door, "Ah, the supervisor is here. Mr. Gao Wei, how about you...?"

"It's okay, you're an excellent employee." Gao Wei said calmly, "If possible, I hope that the person who will be responsible for handing over to me in the future will be you, Mr. Benson Moretti."

"This..." Benson suppressed his surprise. He could roughly hear the meaning of Gao Wei's words, but he vaguely couldn't believe it. After all, he is not a young man who has just entered the society, and he still knows some unspoken rules in the workplace: "Well, Mr. Gao Wei. Our supervisor is responsible for our company's business docking. Let me introduce you to him first."

"Okay." Gao Wei nodded and looked at the well-proportioned male supervisor. This supervisor was wearing a black formal suit and his hair was neatly combed. He looked like an elite. But when he saw Benson and Gao Wei sitting here, the supervisor was stunned for a moment.

"Manager, this is Mr. Gao Wei Abraham. He wants to use our company to sell the products produced in his factory in Backlund to the southern continent. I just got back from a business trip today and met Mr. Abraham here." Benson whispered to the manager. Upon hearing this, the manager quickly reacted and smiled. He quickly walked up to Gao Wei and said to him:

"Hello, I'm Charlie Elliot, the supervisor here. How can our Southern Continent Trading Company help you? I've heard your intentions. If you're planning to sell the fine wine produced by your factory to the Southern Continent, we have three options..."

Gao Wei Abraham listened to Charlie's expansive speech, letting the information sink in before analyzing the pros and cons with his Outer God mind. The cheapest option was for the company to provide the routes and connections, while Gao Wei would handle everything from production and transportation to sales. This option undoubtedly earned Gao Wei the most, but also came with the most headaches. However, since the Southern Continent Company only charged a brokerage fee, many merchants would choose this option.

The simplest and most trouble-free thing is to let the Southern Continent Trading Company do the whole thing, while the contract party is only responsible for the supply, and the company will send someone to transfer it. In this way, although the Southern Continent Trading Company takes the majority of the share, they earn The profit is the largest, but it does not require high-dimensional hard work.

"Then I'll leave the supply of my goods to you. But Director Charlie, besides this, you should be able to secure more sales channels, right?" Gao Wei glanced at the information Charlie had produced and asked casually, "If I supply a large amount at once, or sign a contract for several consecutive years, the share should be higher, right?"

"Of course..." Charlie adjusted his glasses: "If you are willing to continue to provide us with goods, we are willing to increase your share by three percent... no, five percent!"

"Okay, then I'll do as you say." Gao Wei stood up and took his cane: "I will visit your company at three o'clock today next week. I hope to see you at this time next week The drafted contract - by the way, as for contacting your company, it should be through Mr. Moretti."

Benson's body tensed suddenly. Charlie, the supervisor on the side, did not expect that Gao Wei would make such a request casually. He frowned and said sincerely: "Our company actually has more professional employees who can be responsible..."

Gao Wei smiled and gave Charlie a meaningful look:

"Mr. Benson is a good employee - at least in my judgment. Two hours before you came to the company, it was Mr. Benson who fought for this contract for you."

The two watched Gao Wei leave without saying a word for a long time. After a while, Supervisor Charlie asked Benson quietly: "You...Benson, right? What is your current weekly salary?"

"Uh?" Benson didn't expect the supervisor to ask this, so he subconsciously answered, "1 pound 10 soli."

"One pound and 1 soles... That's a little less. Starting from next week, your salary will increase to 10 pounds. If the contract with Mr. Abraham is completed, I will pay you an extra salary. Alas, I didn't expect that, I didn’t expect... Tingen would have such a big order... Thanks to you being here, otherwise this order would have been taken by other companies."

Director Charlie rubbed his forehead and said to Benson. Benson was immediately overjoyed: "Thank you, supervisor!"

Then he thanked Mr. Gao Wei in his heart for receiving him.

Chapter 5 Klein Moretti

Benson returned home and breathed a sigh of relief. It was already afternoon, and Benson calculated in his mind that Klein's interview should be over. He opened the door with a look of joy and was greeted by a bookish face.

"Ah, Klein, you're back. How was your interview at noon today?" Benson looked at his brother with a smile on his lips.

"Very bad," Klein said expressionlessly, leaving Benson stunned. Fortunately, Klein smiled only moments after his joke. "Actually, I didn't even have an interview. I found a job ahead of time, with a weekly salary of three pounds..."

Benson listened quietly, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. As if he was lamenting that his brother had grown up, he raised the corners of his mouth and said to Klein:

"Klein, guess why I didn't come back until this afternoon?"

Klein was stunned and looked at Benson, seemingly confused. Benson tapped his slightly balding head and smiled at Klein. "Actually, I received a big order for the company this morning, and coincidentally, I met a generous gentleman..."

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