These days, visitors have been.

The sailors who also manage the neighborhoods, except for the most famous [Buck], have basically taken the time to visit Duheng and taught them some experience in making money.

When reorganizing the shop, you can do it yourself if you have the brain, and rent it out if you feel it’s troublesome.

Adam specially picked the largest house, emptied the poorly managed cargo station, and built it into a place where guests can be received and chores.

【Tax office LV.1】

【From the inside out, there are too many things to improve.】

The building is transparent on all sides, with threaded columns and plum-dyed stone tiles as the main body, and 90% of the new furniture is placed, as well as flower pot decorations that will make villains feel refreshed.

As time comes to noon, the sun will naturally pour in.

The injured man left the corridor next to the door and walked to the back of the [Tax Office], where there was a [Clinic LV1], managed by [Hotel Doctor] and his apprentice.

"These guys are left to you. It doesn't matter if you suffer a little. Please make sure they can still make money and be happy."

The old man is a retired sailor.

When he went to sea in his early years, his body was covered with muscles and scars, but the sea breeze and dirty poisonous water destroyed his internal organs. He could only live on the coastline and save himself by learning medicinal materials.

Time flies, the bay captain changes, and he loses the most proud capital - time.

He owns a broken house on Shizhu Street, two apprentices who don’t speak much or have no sense of existence.

In addition, there are only medical skills left that can cure diseases and save people and make villains and poor people rely on.

"I understand the rules. Lion and Zhuang Street belongs to yours. Even the population, including me, is classified as your private property. Don't worry, I will help them clean up."

The old man squatted on the ground, stepping on the reptile who was still struggling with his left foot.

【Qingmotula turtle】

Its tentacles are short, with black shells like pot lids, and its joint dense feet are scattering hard, making a rustling sound of desire to escape.

"No, no problem, right?"

The injured labourer trembled in his speech.

Its purple-black left arm is being fiddled with by the doctor, and its outward muscles and white bones are all very eye-catching.

He looked at the strange beetle with discomfort.

The old man did not comfort him. Generally speaking, as long as he did not cry and made people feel deaf, he would not even answer any questions.

The doctor used his thin fingers to twist out a dark fish hook, dipped it in the medicine jar with mucus, and then quickly hooked a layer of film from under the reptile.

He applied a layer of paste and applied it to the surface of the wound for a short time. A blue flame rose and there were sizzling oil beads after it disappeared.

"Ah, the sea god bless you, no, I can't control my hands, ah, it hurts so much!"

"Quiet, not long ago, you still couldn't feel anything."

The old man stood up to Adam's chest. The hunchback had changed his bones and would eventually be buried in the land in this way or thrown into the ocean.

“It’s amazing.”

"I looked so painful, damn it."

The new wounded were desperate, but they had to expose the wound to the old man, hoping not to get burned or use strange bugs.

Adam nodded and turned around and left.

The injured patient, the doctor, and two apprentices with simple eyes unconsciously watched their backs disappear.

When an administrator takes office, he will get some money. It is the "public expense" used by Leslie for him to reorganize the neighborhood, but many people agree that this is a commission and belongs to private property.

Adam is obviously not that type.

He widened the streets, set up tax offices and clinics, repaired damaged and abandoned shops, built various frameworks within the Lion and Candle Street, and filled in posts and populations through recruitment and immigration.

The ability of coastline to develop is inseparable from those who can plan.

But just after the death tide, the butchers and villains controlled the upper level, and the captain was still in the late stage of the competition, so he couldn't spare time to screen out the planner with unique vision.

Adam managed Lion Candle Street without starting with exploitation and authority.

Before anyone could react, residents found that the night became quiet and there was no need to clean the blood at the door every day, and more and more shops were cleaned up.

Food, work, medical care, request to meet with managers.

This clarity and convenience are a privilege in other prosperous areas and the prototype of a prosperous city. Everyone can feel the long-term nature of those decisions.

Adam turned back to the tax office.

Laurie waited in the vestibule, and he comforted several well-dressed vendors at the table.

"Although the building looks rough, Mr. Dooheng may be the first person in Leslie's jurisdiction to have a serious office area except for the captain."

"Oh, I'll just say, what a beautiful wind direction, he's here."

"Salute to you, Lord Doheng."

Adam raised his hand and smiled.

He had confirmed his eyes with Laurie and greeted the people upstairs, fortunately, the sun was shining and the wide-view room was talking about business.

Planning comes at a cost.

It is an extremely huge water truck. You must invest considerable wealth in it within a fixed cycle to drive it to run.

There are free shops on Shizhu Street, which is the main source of funds.

The people sitting opposite were all very relaxed and were running their own business. They were the first vendors to improve in the Burgundy Bay.

People living on the coastline call it "Likabonb", an ancient text circulating in the meadow tribe and a synonym for the middle class in the fallen empire.

You want to know how the Bay is developing?

Just wait at the back door of the best restaurant, then kidnap and kill a certain 'Lika Bangb', and count the amount of jewelry on him.

New painted wood, high-quality perfume.

"It's so delicious, Mr. Dooheng, I can already think of what gifts to bring next visit."

Several vendors with strong and thin eyes echoed the conversation and picked up the atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, the person in charge of the information came to show goodwill to Duheng and put appropriate pressure on him. He launched a finely embedded gift box and presented the tea pot wrapped in tasteless dead grass.

"We heard that you are from Tygonda, and Arnold is an affiliated lord of King Gos Langya."

"This is a good tea that only Anton Visen nobles enjoy. It is mixed with alchemy and seems to have the secret recipe of the Royal Library, which is most suitable for the hard-working big shots."

They investigated Duheng and put on their own attitude, and then they should seek privileges.

The most precious wealth of Lion Candle Street is those idle shops used to deal with land and sea goods. The more you can get, the more you eat, and the more golden crows you convert.

As an administrator, you have to pay taxes to the captain, while the store owner has to pay rent to Duheng.

The difference here is the key to today's meeting.

At least, that's what it was.

Adam looked at the cooperating negotiating opponents in front of him, as if he was observing his prey, tasting the acceptance of each key link, and the business ability shown in his conversation.

All the other party's designs are aimed at "Duheng" in the intelligence.

but……

"Who do you think you are talking to?"

Adam smiled and shook his head, leaving the middle-aged people stunned.

"Let's relax, I'm just saving some time."

Dong!

Two strong men pushed the door and put the crate next to the table, and then left respectfully and carefully.

The vendor who was the best at talking just now closed his mouth in an instant.

He knew those two people, both of whom were the most notorious villains near his property.
Chapter completed!