Cosmic Hegemony: I Just Want To Be A Wealthy Tyrant

Chapter 332 Sword Of Damocles

Fuhrman was served by two fairies in green clothes, washed up, and walked out of the flower building.

Now, he has fallen in love with this comfortable life of cultivating immortals in the East.

Who said Orientals are reserved?

The class concept of Easterners is more explicit and straightforward than that of Westerners.

If you have money or power, you are a superior person and are respected and respected by the world.

If you don’t have money, no one will look at you even if you sleep on the street.

After leaving the flower building, Fuhrman found that there were obviously fewer people lying in the square than yesterday.

Most of the people still staying here are women and old people, and the rest have gone to who knows where.

Just as he was about to walk around, he saw Bian Ziliang leading a large group of people walking towards him in a hurry.

Just when Fuhrman was about to step forward to say hello, he saw a group of disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall walking up to Bian Ziliang with compliments on their faces and starting a polite conversation.

It could be seen that they were having a great time chatting with each other.

Bian Ziliang was smiling the whole time, while the captain at the side was constantly flattering.

Finally, Bian Ziliang took out a cloth bag from his arms and stuffed it into the captain's arms without leaving any trace.

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if nothing happened just now.

Fuhrman couldn't help but look at Bian Ziliang again.

Black and white take it all, this is the momentum that a big gang should have.

He walked up and said hello to Bian Ziliang with a smile, hoping to take the opportunity to make acquaintance with the captain.

The captain glanced at him coldly, said hello to Bian Ziliang and left with the others.

Fuhrman looked at the departing Law Enforcement Hall team with a scornful expression, roaring silently in his heart.

Why are these hateful Orientals so racist?

Just because I'm white, do I have to be ignored?

"I was just going to find you, my friend!"

Bian Ziliang gave Foreman a big hug. Proper respect for his sponsor is still necessary.

A genuine smile appeared on Forman's face.

For the first friend he makes in this new world, Bian Ziliang can always bring him various surprises.

"What's the matter? My partner, what problem have you encountered?"

Although Westerners also have some social etiquette, they prefer to be straightforward.

Bian Ziliang took Fuhrman's hand and sighed:

"Let's go, let's talk while walking, there are a lot of things waiting for me to deal with over there."

Bian Ziliang led Foreman towards the Treasure Pavilion. As he walked, he introduced the current progress to Foreman.

When Forman heard that Bian Ziliang had completed hundreds of thousands of workers and millions of sets of materials in just one day.

He exclaimed in disbelief:

"Oh my god, dear Liang, you are incredible. The work you do in one day is equivalent to half a year of work in my company. How on earth did you do it?"

Bian Ziliang was in no mood to brag about his achievements, and he couldn't reveal too many details to Foreman.

"Relationships, connections, bribes, I used all the resources I had. I even contacted the royal family of my country, but some problems still stumped me."

Fuhrman frowned tightly and said solemnly:

"The problem that can stump you must be a huge problem. My dear friend, I don't know how I can help you?"

This is what Bian Ziliang was waiting for.

"You can really help me."

In the treasure pavilion, Fuhrman looked at the thousands of low-level Law Weapons in front of him with a smile on his lips.

"A total of one hundred and forty-seven thousand eight hundred Low Grade Spirit Stones."

Without Bian Ziliang's reminder, Foreman took out the Spirit Stone and settled the account.

"Dear brother, you have helped me a lot. You don't know how difficult it is to mine those rocks. Without these Law Weapons, we wouldn't be able to get enough stone for construction in a month."

Fuhrman smiled nonchalantly and said:

“Problems that money can solve are not problems.”

Then, his voice changed and he asked:

"I'm just curious. Isn't one month fast enough? Even if such a large project is put outside, it won't take more than a year and a half to complete."

Bian Ziliang sighed and decided to reveal some of the most difficult parts.

"Ten days! Elder Li only gave me ten days."

Fuhrman's reaction was the same as Li Shutong's, and his tone instantly increased by one degree.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Not to mention three million houses, even three million toilets can't be built in ten days!"

Bian Ziliang was not surprised when he heard this. Not to mention that Forman didn't believe it, he didn't believe it himself when he took the job.

"Actually, I have no intention of building three million houses in ten days."

Fuhrman looked at Bian Ziliang with a puzzled expression and asked:

"Then why do you still take on this project? You know it can't be completed, but you still have to do it. Aren't you afraid that the sect will punish you?"

The first thing Fuhrman worried about was the punishment from the sect.

On the contrary, he didn't pay much attention to the funds advanced in advance.

In his opinion, maintaining good sect relations is much more important than these more than one million Spirit Stones.

If Bian Ziliang loses the trust of the sect because of this project, this will be the biggest loss.

"Dear friend, in the Eastern world, interests and favors are always greater than contracts. This is the first piece of advice I give you."

Bian Ziliang looked at Foreman with burning eyes and a confident smile on his lips.

Fuhrman studied this sentence carefully and showed a thoughtful expression.

"Elder Li?"

Forman is not stupid. On the contrary, as the heir of a large family, he is much smarter than the average person.

Bian Ziliang didn't expect Fuhrman to think of the key to the problem so quickly.

He smiled and said to Fuhrman:

"When I took on this problem, I was helping Li Laozhang solve it. Doesn't he know how difficult this project is?

Never think that the person in power is a fool. Their wisdom is much higher than that of ordinary people.

The construction period is just a means to restrict me.

If everything I do satisfies him, this method will become a decoration.

On the contrary, I did not satisfy his wishes. He can use this method to kill me at any time. "

Morgan Foreman took a deep breath and said to Bian Ziliang:

"The Sword of Damocles!"

Bian Ziliang smiled and said to Forman:

"Yes, my friend. Here we call it a dog leash. Only those who are willing to wear a dog leash will have a chance to be reused by the leader."

Fuhrman took a deep look at Bian Ziliang and said seriously:

"From now on, you are my most important partner. Regardless of the success or failure of the project, this will not change."

With that said, Morgan Foreman stretched out his right hand towards Bian Ziliang with a serious look.

Bian Ziliang held his right hand firmly, and the two held it together sympathetically.