Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 152 No Need to Fight for the Nest

It was already afternoon when Drogo awoke from his lair.

decadent.

Ever since his relationship with Fulin took a step further, his health has been getting worse day by day.

The ancient dragon's physique also has its limits.

I want to turn over.

Didn't turn over.

"Ouch, ouch, my wings are numb, move a little, don't you know how heavy your head is?"

Drogo stretched out his claws to pull at Flynn's head, which was resting on his wings, but he didn't dare use too much force and failed to move it.

"Wake up, I have lost the feeling in my wings!"

Since the two dragons started sleeping in the same nest, Drogo no longer had to hide his Pokémon series dragon nest.

It's a pity that it's a bit crowded. I always feel that the mattress is not that comfortable when I use magic to enlarge it.

We still have to wait for the large-sized dragon nest to be customized.

Fortunately, it is a dragon, so only large organs such as wings and tail will be pressed, not hair.

"Hmm?" Fulin hummed sleepily. Just as she was about to move her head, she felt a pulling pain on her face.

"Your tail pressed on my dragon whiskers!" Fulin suddenly woke up and said angrily.

The golden dragon's beard is not a beard and is regardless of male or female. Similar to the crown of thorns on the head of a red dragon, the golden dragon's characteristic that distinguishes it from other dragons besides its color is that it has soft thorns on both sides of its head.

The ones that grow closer to the front and are sparse, very much like catfish whiskers, while Fulin's are relatively beautiful, growing closer to the back and are denser, more like coarser horse manes.

"Who told you to press my wings first!" Drogo's left wing had not yet regained consciousness. It was numb, itchy and weak. The blood loaded with oxygen was trying hard to be pumped to the end of the wing where the circulation was poor.

It's like squatting in the toilet playing with your phone, wanting to stand up but being unable to.

"It's all your fault." Flynn bit Drogo's tail gently.

"Eh, saliva, disgusting." Drogo shook his tail with a look of disgust.

"you dislike me!"

If we could see something like a status bar now, then Fulin's status bar would definitely have a morning mood buff.

She pounced on him and bit Drogo from chin to neck.

"That's too much bullying!" Drogo stood up suddenly.

Fulin lay on her back, blinked provocatively, and gently stroked Drogo's feet with the tip of her tail, as if to say, let's see what you can do.

Drogo sneered. Trying to trick him into passing? No way!

"Magic, fart attack."

Drogo turned around, puffed, and pulled out the quilt to cover Flynn in it.

"Drogo, you %*@#*!@#%&..."

From under the quilt came the children's scolding, asking them not to learn this.

Even though she cursed very badly, as an ancient dragon, Fulin did not break through this ordinary quilt.

She was so gentle that Drogo cried to death.

Finally, this savory fight ended with Fulin threatening, "You'll have to wait tonight."

Zhuo Ge thought that his vacation was about to end, so he went to the factory to take shelter.

He enriches his life with work, he loves his work, and he really works to make money for himself.

3pm, breakfast time.

This life pattern is just like that of a senior who has just completed his postgraduate study, but his supervisor has not yet dragged him into the laboratory to work like a slave.

Breakfast is a good quality vegan protein supply drink – soy milk;
The noble high-fat refined flour long bread - Youtiao;
People here may not be able to imagine that, at the current rate of development, in about a hundred or eighty years, whole wheat flour bread without the bran and germ removed will be more expensive than whole wheat flour bread.

Health is really good business.

Of course, there are also Drogo’s favorite tea eggs, of which he can eat five or six in one meal.

Some people may ask, will eating too many eggs cause high cholesterol?

First of all, it’s a rumor that a person can only handle the cholesterol in one egg a day, and secondly, Drogo is a dragon.

He likes all kinds of egg cooking methods, but he only eats scrambled eggs with tomatoes that are salty but with a little sugar.

It's time to play tricks when eating.

Zhuo Ge held the dough stick in one paw and swiped the Weibo interface with the other paw. He now follows the accounts with a large number of fans on Weibo every day to see which one has the potential to become an Internet celebrity.

Although the Internet economy is not yet developed, it is always a good idea to make preparations early.

Currently, the accounts with a large number of followers are all official accounts of various organizations, such as major guilds, academies, and different departments of the Drogo Group.

Then there are the actors of the Magic Shadow Drama, and various people who specialize in distributing benefits.

Zhuo Ge thought about making a special website for these people who like to play with colors to show their specialties.

Apart from these, only Toto, Soren, and the only "big V" in the knowledge area, Lori, have over ten thousand fans.

Among them, Toto's fans have a very high stickiness. She focuses on making graphic guides for various games, and each of her guide posts on Weibo has thousands of comments.

There was still a large market for early online strategy writers.

"Eh?" Zhuogo suddenly found an account he had never seen before, "The Evening Breeze Blows", which had just exceeded 10,000 followers.

There are no zombie fans now, and the number of Internet users has not yet exceeded 10 million. The value of 10,000 fans is still very high.

Drogo curiously clicked on this person's homepage.

He couldn’t hold back when he pinned the post on Weibo.

"The air in the north is so sweet!"

Below is a photo of myself at the Whiterun Station.

The smell is too strong.

Zhuo Ge checked the account number carefully again. He didn't have the impression that he had arranged such an account.

Although he did find a number of writers and submitted customized articles for the North to major newspapers, and achieved considerable results, he has not yet entered the Weibo market.

It is possible that the evening breeze was wrongly blamed. Maybe he is a travel content content creator.

After all, because there are fewer factories in the north, the air is indeed much fresher than in big cities.

Big cities that industrialized early are all developing towards becoming foggy cities.

Drogo scrolled down.

"What can you buy in Winter City with 1 silver coin?"

Seeing this title, Drogo retreated strategically.

But he shook his head again.

Not necessarily. What if he really wanted to show what 1 silver coin can buy in Winter City? It's part of a travel guide.

However, in this picture of the evening breeze, every item purchased is also accompanied by the price in the royal city.

He compared common commodities such as fish, seafood, potatoes, and beverages.

The conclusion was successfully drawn that 1 silver coin in the North is more valuable than 1 silver coin in the Royal City.

It can be further deduced that life in the North is better than in the Royal City.

But it does not say that the North has a lake and is close to the sea, so fish and seafood are certainly cheaper than in the inland royal city.

The potatoes I specifically picked were those that were about to sprout and were on sale. Sprouted potatoes in the North can also be sold. Since there is a shortage of food, Xiu Xiu just has to make do with what he has.

As for beverages, there is a beverage factory in the North, but freight is not that developed yet, so it is impossible to have a unified price across the entire region.

Talent.

Drogo was shocked.

Let’s not talk about whether the logical deduction is strange or not, or whether the examples are reasonable or not.

Just the ability to tell lies with open eyes.

This is such a chosen public intellectual, who also comes with dog food. He was born to be a marketing account.

Drogo also noticed a signature under the personal business card that was blown by the evening breeze.

The owner of Feilin Life Bar.

What kind of post is this?
Drogo searched and took a look.

"I do manual labor in the North, and the minimum wage is 10 copper coins per hour."

"Still bragging about your nine-ring formation breakthrough? What does that have to do with your monthly salary of 30 copper coins?"

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(End of this chapter)