MTL - He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts-Chapter 65 Workhouse (2)

Imprisoned him. But in my opinion, trading houses can no longer continue to operate. I would like to ask for your opinions on how to deal with the commodities in the trading bank and how to deal with the trading bank itself. "

Xenophon suddenly realized: "Boss, do you want to confiscate the goods in the trading house? Those are priceless treasures! This wave, this wave is empty-handed white wolves!"

Yeats said: "Can night guards confiscate other people's private property at will? I don't want to offend." He nodded slightly to Z, "but isn't the property of citizens sacred and inviolable?"

"Legal property is protected by the law." Z said coldly, "I want to discuss the trading house itself. That place can only be accessed through the magic circle, and it has a very high level of concealment. I think it can be used to protect the night guards." to offer comfort."

Ms. Q said: "I thought about it too. Now that we can enter and leave the trading house anytime and anywhere, wouldn't our communication be much more convenient? We no longer need to send telegrams to report work when we are on business trips, and we can just go directly to the trading house for an interview."

"It can be used to survive at critical moments." Mr. R said, "If you are in danger, just hide in the trading house."

"I have a question." Xenophon raised his hand, "If we all hide in the trading house, but the magic circle talisman is destroyed, what will happen to us? Trapped in a different space for the rest of our lives?"

Everyone fell silent. They are also curious about the conclusion, but no one dares to try. After all, no one wants to be trapped in a different space forever for a small experiment.

"...Why don't you ask the owner of the trading house himself?" Xenophon said.

Z snorted: "I'm afraid even he doesn't know..."

His speech was interrupted a second time. This time it wasn't Xenophon, but the office door slammed open.

He turned impatiently, wanting to lash out at the man who had dared to interrupt him. But as soon as he saw the face of the visitor, his anger dissipated.

"You came just in time." Z said, "We are discussing the trading house..."

He was interrupted for the third time.

Duan Feizhuo slapped a list on the table: "I want to check the family background of these people, and I need it now!"