Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1990 Bliss Mirror

This shouldn't work.

Of course, with just one glance, Fu Qian made a judgment about the warehouse that remained calm as before.

Even if the employees are treated well, they will not be so unrestrained as to give away controlling stakes directly.

As a disposable consumable, Fu Qian was not prepared to waste the precious opportunity by stabbing the warehouse.

Not to mention that even if there is an effect, it may not be a good thing.

The poor condition of the warehouse is obvious to the naked eye, and it has been ridiculed more than once. Although it seems that there is still an office space, no one knows the actual extent of the deficit.

Even if he succeeds in entering the equity structure, the nature of it would probably be no different from Jiang Yuanliang inviting him to join the studio.

I am now working according to a contract, going to get off work and leaving on time to get paid, and I can get extra income after completing a job. How carefree it is. Why should I get involved in this mess?

For such a lawless thing, you must choose an auspicious day and use it properly.

Fu Qian lowered his head and looked at what was in his hand.

It is indeed thin and holy, and the warehouse does not use adjectives indiscriminately.

In terms of length, it is not short, and the width of the curved blade is no more than a finger. The shape is unusually elegant and at the same time so thin that it is almost two-dimensional - but it is not transparent.

As it fiddled with them, the two surfaces reflected ever-changing colors, and the texture was similar to the glass-colored sky seen in Paradise.

However, given that the color itself flows like water, it does not seem to give people a sense of clarity and translucency at the moment. Instead, it feels heavy, like the world of mortals. Moreover, its weight is indeed not light.

It really is a special reward.

This feeling once again reminded Fu Qian of the boiling joy in his mind. He recalled the trip and was curious about the origin of such an item.

As we all know, most of the rewards for our tasks come from the wool we steal from the warehouse, so this thing comes from Mr. Stomach Bag?

It is logically reasonable. After all, it is somewhat in conflict with the style of heaven, and He seems to be the one who suffers the most this time, so the word "pollution" is very appropriate.

But I always feel that the four major disregards at the end are a bit exaggerated for that gentleman.

Although the sense of oppression is strong, I didn't feel that Mr. Stomach was so strong in previous interactions.

But if it was not Him but Paradise, the latter would give people a much more weird feeling.

By now, I seem to have seen both the hell and heaven of this world. I can only say that the styles of painting are a bit strange.

[Today's task has been completed, you can leave the warehouse now, this week's work progress is 4/4]

At this moment, the warehouse's thoughtful reminder sounded. Fu Qian finally put down the spoils of this trip and checked his body.

Alas, this is already the third set.

It has been only twenty hours since I put on this outfit.

What a pity, it seems I can’t change clothes now.

Fu Qian commented on the restricted level of pleasure in his consciousness and determined that even if Young Master Qin and the others lived another twenty eighteen years, they would not be old enough, so he gave up the idea of ​​activating the mark on his wrist.

Instead, he stood up and walked deeper into the warehouse.

……

"Let me see, 1-002..."

While talking to himself, Fu Qian soon found the box corresponding to this task.

Compared with its name, the size is not big, I’m afraid it can’t even fit a human head.

After gesturing for a while, Fu Qian opened it casually.

Apart from looking for opportunities to explore the connection with Paradise in the future, there is no reason to let go of the clues in front of us - huh?

Fu Qian reached out and took out a mirror with a gold rim. Yes, it was a mirror, and it was even round in shape, although the workmanship was a bit average.

Fu Qian took a picture of his face. It was clear but a little crooked.

He certainly didn't think that the grand Paradise would be directly put into this box. Judging from the previous situation, it was more likely to be a symbolic mark.

But isn’t this label a bit cheap?

Fu Qian fiddled with it over and over again, but didn't even notice any detailed decorations.

But that doesn’t mean there aren’t gains—the mirror feels thin and holy.

That’s right, it’s the same adjective as “world poison”, and even the look and feel is quite consistent, reflecting a special color when fiddled with.

At first glance, if it didn't look complete, one would almost mistakenly think that their special reward was knocked off from above.

My previous intuition turned out to be correct. The composition of this paradise is probably a bit complicated.

Very good... Fu Qian was obviously very satisfied to have gained this so quickly. After confirming that there were no more interesting things, he put the mirror back.

This thing cannot be taken away. He once tried it and found that as long as he left a certain range, the items in the warehouse would automatically return to their original positions, and the same was true when they were impacted.

As the lid closed, Fu Qian raised his hand and put the messenger he had already copied in his hand on his face.

I visited the laboratory again, and it was still obviously quiet and empty.

He looked out the window in the dark and after confirming that the world was still peaceful, he stretched himself and went upstairs.

According to the decoration requirements at the time, the rest area belonging to the laboratory director was also unreasonably luxurious.

Although there were not many clothes in the closet, it was enough for a rest. After a short wash, Fu Qian went to bed with the tattered clothes.

……

The rare quiet night passed quickly.

As an academic leader, there is no reason for him to stay in bed during such a turbulent time.

"You haven't gotten up yet?"

Of course, Fu Qian always reserves the right to be flexible and reasonable.

I rested all the way until dawn, until the bedroom door was pulled open by someone.

Of course, Liushuang would not be so rude, as the visitor was Professor Lisa, who had higher academic qualifications.

After two days of rest, this person's spirit was obviously much better. He stared at Fu Qian who was lying there with a bright look, as if he couldn't believe that the temporary leader of Apocalypse was so lazy.

"What's the rush? Is Casti back?"

Fu Qian's reaction to this was to sit up and ask back, reminding her to pay attention to comparing the behavior of the real person in charge.

"No... I just heard that the matter at Shanzhuyuan seems to have been resolved."

Professor Lisa's arrogance faltered for a moment, and she lowered her voice a few notches before stating her purpose.

"But according to that guy's habit, since everything has been resolved, he should be back soon."

In addition, after being influenced by the school for many days, his ability to complain has also improved. He snorted and emphasized the special schedule of Dean Tianqi.

It was obvious that she had no respect for the old man.

"So has it really been solved? Any findings you can share? From the way you look at it, it seems like the process was a bit dangerous?"

The next moment, Professor Lisa casually asked a three-part question and sat down on the edge of the bed with a sharp gaze, apparently very curious.