A shout came from afar. "There is a fire! Put out the fire!" Zhuo Fan looked up and saw thick black smoke rising in front of him. The rolling black smoke seemed to be a sharp blade, dividing the blue sky into two. Zhuo Fan was suddenly stunned, and people kept passing by him. They were holding wooden buckets of water basins and threw themselves into the fire-fighting army.

The sound of "hiss! Hiss!" kept coming, but the flames were still swallowing the residential houses frantically.

Not long after, a team of guards arrived and worked together to use a large number of mixed fire extinguishers to finally put out the fire.

After patting his forehead, Zhuo Fan laughed. "I have it!"

Take out the phone from your pocket, Zhuo Fan slid his finger on the screen, and he flipped over to Nice's phone in the phone book at a glance. He pressed the dial button behind the number, and the phone began to automatically connect. While waiting for the phone to dial, Zhuo Fan found a step on the street and sat down.

"Is that a cell phone?" Several pedestrians looked over, and their eyes were filled with surprise when they looked at Zhuo Fan. After all, after the era of mass extinction, it was definitely a luxury to have a cell phone, and even the phone bills generated by communication would be difficult for many ordinary citizens to bear.

"beep!"

The phone was connected, and Nice's kind voice came from the opposite side: "Oh? Zhuo Fan, is there something to ask me for?"

"Hello, Lord Nice, um... Regarding the problem of collecting salt... I have an idea..." Zhuo Fan hesitated a little. The idea in his mind was just a prototype after all.

"Oh? What's the best way to do it? Tell me quickly." Nice asked cheerfully.

"Sir Nice, since that's the case, I'll say it, don't joke. My idea is that you and the Lord of the City are required to have a performance in front of the people of all flange. The content of the performance is not important, but the purpose of the performance is important." As he said, Zhuo Fan had already stood up.

"Purpose?"

"Yes, the purpose of the performance is..." Speaking of this, Zhuo Fan's voice seemed to contain some kind of enchanting magic. "Showing a powerful strength that can shock the entire flange! Let all the people of flange witness your strength with their own eyes!"

Even though he was separated by a cell phone, Nice's heart was still shocked.

"Only in this way can the people fully respect you, and their doubts and suspicions about you can be wiped out, and the subsequent collection of salt and other things can be easily developed."

On the other end of the phone, Nice's voice became excited: "Oh! It's a good idea... Do you have anything to add?"

"If possible, I hope you can become the object of fear, fear and dependence on the people." Zhuo Fan did not say.

"Hahaha! It seems that this time [Guardian Flange], the old guy who is about to report to God is going to cheer up, otherwise he would not be able to conquer the ice and snow giants, not to mention confronting the people."

...

After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Fan took a look at the call record, which showed that the call time was 3 minutes and 43 seconds. Putting away his phone, he began to walk towards the Yuese Hotel.

"What will this scene turn into the gorgeous performance of the entire flange people?" He was expecting.

Not long after I returned to the hotel, my phone started to ring. It was a message prompt sound, and he didn't care. He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then climbed onto the bed to look at the phone. There were two more text messages signed by Sherlock. The first one was, "Hello Mr. Zhuo Fan, you have completed the fourth item of the task - recruiting members of the security team, with a completion rate of 150%, rewarding alliance coins of 1500, rewarding 15 points for the town contribution value, and rewarding additional alliance coins of 500 yuan, and contribution value of 5 points."

He got up and sat on the bed, looking at the text message, he was a little surprised: "The completion rate can be more than 100%, and there are additional rewards. From this point of view, the completion rate of my first task before is probably not high. Now it seems that my contribution value is already 25 points, but I don't know what it is..."

I looked through the second Sherlock text message again, "Congratulations on completing the third item of the task - contributing to the flange's salt collection work, with a completion rate of 100%, and a reward of 30 in town contribution value. After the collection work is over, your completion rate and reward will be added according to the actual situation."

"Such a high contribution value!" Zhuo Fan was a little surprised. "There is now 55 contribution value."

He picked up his mobile phone and transferred the extra money in his account to [Zombie Finance]. Zhuo Fan received an additional text message. Zhuo Fan sent a text message to Sherlock with this place, asking about the use of the contribution value of the town.

Soon Sherlock replied to the text message.

The screen shows. "You can use the contribution value to exchange for money, or some precious limited items, or even enhance certain rights of citizens, and you can also get the [title] given by the city lord."

"Can you get a title? That's not equivalent to becoming an alliance [one-star citizen], but those with many privileges. Even if the war on the front line starts, the family of one-star citizen will be protected, and at least they will never become cannon fodder..." Zhuo Fan was very jealous of this reward project. "I wonder how much contribution this reward requires? At least 100 points, it's already half over. If you add the additional reward for Mission 3, it should be very close to 100 points. Let's see if there are any additional rewards for other tasks, you should be able to make up for it..."

The "tick" on the watch told him that the time had reached 12:05. Zhuo Fan left the room and came to the restaurant on the first floor of the Yuese Hotel. He found a seat by the window and sat down. While looking at the view outside the window, he prepared his own lunch. During lunch, Zhuo Fan designated it himself, which was very simple, with only one stir-fry and one rice.

After lunch, he still sat in the restaurant, where there was no one else except him and two waiters. After a busy morning, it was a rare rest time. After instructing the waiter to serve a pot of tea, he sat by the window to drink tea and read magazines.

I added water twice, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Looking at the sun that had already begun to tilt, Zhuo Fan said silently: "Mr. Nice's performance has not started yet?... The preparation time has been unexpectedly long..."

The waiting waiter asked: "Mr. Zhuo, do you need any service?"

Zhuo Fan shook his head and began to fiddle with his phone. He found that there was a function of [surfing the Internet] in his phone, but he needed to enter the number of the ID card to log in. He tried to enter his 20-digit number and pressed the confirm button. A prompt box popped up, with the red letter on the yellow background saying "You do not have the permission to operate the current operation."

"It seems that ordinary citizens are still discriminated against. I wonder if one-star citizens are OK?"

While Zhuo Fan was thinking about it, the "whim" wind sounded, shaking the doors and windows of Yuesai Hotel. Zhuo Fan looked out the window and the branches were already blown to sway.

"It's going to rain!" One waiter looked out the window. Another waiter also nodded. "The sky is changing unexpectedly!"

At this time, the ground of the hotel began to vibrate slightly. The water cup on the table in front of Zhuo Fan vibrated, and the tea swayed. Every second, the vibration became even stronger.

The sky quickly darkened, and it was so gloomy that it almost fell down. Zhuo Fan looked at the city wall not far from the east outside the window and said, "Here you come."

"What's coming?"

"Mr. Zhuo Fan is talking about rain."

Two messengers asked and answered.

Zhuo Fan smiled and nodded at them. Until now, they still did not notice the slight vibration. Under the perception of the mind power, Zhuo Fan felt that the vibrations had become as obvious as playing drums in his ears.

The familiar vibration continued at an increasingly rapid frequency, and Zhuo Fan stood up and walked towards the hotel lobby.

Two waiters followed, one of the older ones asked, "Mr. Zhuo, it's going to rain outside. Where are you going?"

Another young waiter also said, "Wait, I'll go and get you an umbrella."

Shaking his head and signaling no, Zhuo Fan said, "It may be an earthquake. You should also notify other people in the hotel to go outside the hotel."

"Earthquake?" The waiter was startled. They saw Zhuo Fan's expression not like a joke. The older waiter immediately put his ear on the ground. "It's true! The earthquake..."

Zhuo Fan left the hotel gate alone. As soon as he left the door, the strong wind outside had stopped, and the wet and suppressed air made people breathless.

The other passengers and staff of the hotel also ran out in a flash. A fat woman lay on the ground and listened to the vibration. After ten seconds, she stood up and said, "There is no more vibration, what's going on?"

Zhuo Fan had already felt the vibration disappear, and he was very surprised. "What accident happened to Lord Nice?" He was a little worried again. "This performance is very important. Can you continue?"

"Since there is nothing wrong, let's go back."

The sky has become darker and darker, so that the street lights on the street have already lit up.

The hotel manager stood up and said, "It may have been the first wave of earthquakes just now, and there may be a stronger earthquake next time. For everyone's safety, I advise everyone to wait a little longer."

Some passengers immediately calmed down after hearing this, after all, they cherished their lives. The breeze in the humid air made the anxious people quieter.

The breeze didn't last long. After five minutes, the passengers began to get impatient again.

Ten minutes passed, and people were talking about the earthquake coming, and they walked back to their rooms. This time the manager stopped them.

After half an hour, the manager and the waiters lost their patience and returned to the hotel one by one. The manager entered the hotel and walked out soon after. When he came out, he was still holding an umbrella in his hand. At this time, it was already drizzling in the sky, and it took a few minutes to wet most of the ground. Zhuo Fan had already seen that unlike thunderstorms, this storm in the dark was destined to be smaller first and then larger, accumulated thin hair, and it would last for a long time.

The manager coughed while holding an umbrella and said, "It's been half an hour, and the earthquake probably won't come."

Zhuo Fan turned his head and looked at the manager, nodded, and said, "Maybe I won't come."

As they chatted, the two of them began to walk towards the hotel. After walking a few steps, Zhuo Fan stopped: "Here you come." The familiar vibration came again, and it was very strong. The manager holding the umbrella could hardly stand firmly.
Chapter completed!