I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

Bill stood behind Chen Ling with a clothes rack in his mouth, and couldn't close it.

"Mr. Chen, with you here, I am not worried about losing gold. What I am worried about is how to deal with so much gold." Bill smiled.

Chen Ling did not speak. The danger has been relieved, hearing and vision have returned to normal levels, and Chen Ling feels much quieter.

What he thinks now is to have a good night's sleep. During this night, he frequently activated his skills, went into a coma once, and is now on the verge of coma.

Chen Ling didn't know what it cost to activate the skill. He only knew that after being in a coma for a while, he could recover a large part of it, and he could continue to activate the skill.

The passive safety system does its own way, regardless of the owner's feelings.

Chen Ling said weakly: "Bill, let's go, you help me to the ground. There are many corpses on the ground and underground in Trida, let Tereza and Narol arrange for someone to deal with it. Let's find a clean house. Take a break."

Tereza led everyone back to the ground.

She saw Trida, who had been living since childhood, was devastated, and she couldn't help crying.

This desert task force has been worse for generations. The previous generation came to arrest people, did not demolish houses, did not bring explosives, and did not have highly toxic chemicals.

This generation of desert task forces, in the same style as the desert robbers of the Middle Ages, burned, killed and demolished, doing everything they could.

Fortunately, Mr. Chen was there to help Trida and the Blue Knight completely defeat the Desert Task Force and lift the curse.

"Mother!" Montell stood beside Tereza, his eyes moist.

"Child, in the future, Trida will be left with us mother and son. The feud has been reported, and there will be no enemies in the future, and our life will be easy. However, it is difficult to guarantee that the news of the underground treasures will not be spread, which attracts unkindness. Disciples..."

"Mother, what shall we do?"

Tereza stroked Montel’s young face: “My child, Mr. Chen is a trustworthy person. We will all rely on him for a long time to come.”

"What about the Blue Knight?" Montell asked. In his opinion, the Blue Knight is a traditional ally. Now that Said is dead, he can still be an ally in the future.

"The Blue Knights are our ally, and they will be in the future. However, we must beware of it. Many of them have seen the treasures underground, which is unpredictable." Tereza warned Montere.

"Then, let's ask Mr. Chen to see what he thinks."

Tereza nodded and said: "Yes, you can ask him. But, not now. Mr. Chen is very tired, let him rest, we will go to him again."

The sky is already light.

Chen Ling was awakened by a strange smell in his sleep.

He slept in a fairly intact room on the westernmost side of Trida, a dozen meters away from the lake.

He sniffed, unable to tell what it smelled like. It's a bit like a barbecue, and a bit like the fabric is on fire.

Since Dao hasn't responded to the system, there should be no danger. Chen Ling walked out of the house and decided to wash by the lake.

Except for the house, he saw a thick smoke rising into the sky at the location of the east parking lot.

Molly was sitting on a rock by the lake, watching the smoke.

Looking at her disheveled hair, it was obvious that she didn't wake up naturally when she slept.

"Molly, what's going on?" Chen Ling asked.

"It's barbecue."

"Barbecue? Does the barbecue have such a big battle?"

Molly rolled her eyes: "What do you mean? Where's the flesh of hundreds of people, Mr. Chen!"

It turns out that after a day and a night, everyone is very tired. However, Trida has many things that need to be dealt with urgently.

As a result, the Tuareg, the largest number, took responsibility. Narol became the temporary leader. He divided the remaining dozens of his subordinates into several groups to deal with the most urgent matters, such as hundreds of corpses on the ground and underground.

The temperature in Trida is high, and the body is easy to decay in a relatively humid oasis and must be disposed of as soon as possible.

According to the custom of the Tuareg people, the Tuareg people who died as a result of the fighting must hold a funeral. The whole process is very complicated, including morgue, benevolence, preparation, and purification, and then burial.

Now that more than two hundred Blue Knights died at once, and dozens of members of the Desert Task Force, they couldn't follow the normal process at all.

Narol called several representatives to discuss how to deal with so many corpses.

The final plan discussed was a fire.

Thus, Trida became a huge crematorium. All the things that can burn fire are used, and the smoke is billowing. I don't know if the smell or the smell is floating far away.

The whole Trida is nowhere to be avoided, unless it is underground.

However, the underground entrance has been resealed.

Because of the large amount of gold in it.

François and Bill also came to the lake. Looking at their posture, they also want to take a bath in the lake.

Molly dissatisfied: "Ladies first, you know?"

"The minority obeys the majority!" Bill refused.

The two were quarreling again.

François squatted beside Chen Ling and asked softly: "Mr. Chen, how do you distribute the gold?"

Chen Ling has no answer. He knew that it represented a large amount of money, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

How to deal with so much gold?

Moreover, he thinks he must discuss with Tereza.

He turned around and stopped Molly and Bill, and said, "Go and call Tereza. Everyone cares about gold. Let's discuss the distribution plan."

When he was still in the underground space, François made a request that if he helped Tereza and Narol deal with Said, then more treasures would be divided, and Chen Ling had the final say.

At that time Tereza and Narol both agreed.

At this point, the overall situation is set, and it's time to sit down and divide the spoils. Therefore, François and Bill both took the initiative to ask. Although Molly did not speak, she could see that she also wanted to know the result.

After all, that is a total of ten tons of gold!

Inside the treasure, there is a stone inscription that clearly records the contents of the treasure.

Gold ingots, gold bars, gold bars, as well as various gold utensils, cups, bowls, candlesticks and the like, all have detailed quantities and weights.

Converted to the current unit, it is about ten tons of gold and a fortune of several hundred million US dollars.

Now, Chen Ling has the final say on how to distribute this wealth.

Tereza and Narol hurried over and had a lakeside meeting with Chen Ling and others.

"I am a commoner and move bricks in Africa. I don't want to be heard by the princes, but I want a million yuan..." Chen Ling said.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't understand what Chen Ling said.

Chen Ling speaks Chinese.

Molly couldn't help being the first one: "Mr. Chen, King Scorpion! Please say something you can understand."

Everyone nodded.

Chen Ling looked at the five people present, sighed, and said, "I really didn't want to make a lot of money!"

Tereza and Narol let out a long sigh, but Molly's eyes widened in anxiety.

Chen Ling continued: "However, there is an old saying in China, "Heaven gives you the opportunity, but you take the blame." It means that if God gives you a chance, if you don't actively seize it, you will cause misfortune."

Tereza and Narol's hearts rose again, and it was Molly's turn to breathe a sigh of relief and smile.

Chen Ling really didn't want to make a lot of money, but that was because he didn't dare to think about it before. Now, suddenly there are ten tons of gold allocated by him. If he really begins to exercise the right of distribution, his mental activity can even be described as chaos, so a few words of innocence and literacy suddenly appeared in Chinese.

"Mr. Chen, can you speak more coherently?" Molly said yes. She no longer called him "Zero" and changed it to "Mr. Chen", just like everyone else.

Chen Ling knew that she was still thinking about hating socks, and she didn't bother to care about her.

"Telisa, tell me, how much do you want?" Chen Ling asked Tereza altogether.

Tereza was taken aback, she did not expect that Chen Ling would give up the right to distribute.

However, after another thought, I don't know how to answer. Chen Ling and Naruoer would not agree if they wanted more; if they were less, they couldn't agree.

Sure enough, Narol first objected: "Theresa, it's not that I disrespect you, but the distribution right belongs to Mr. Chen, and we have already said it."

Tereza nodded quickly: "Yes, Mr. Chen, you have the final say."

Bill was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, stood up, and circled a date palm tree: "Quickly talk about it, how to distribute it!"

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