That night, Agent J and Juan had a video call.

Agent J complained: "I didn't get anything!"

Juan shrugged and said, "There is nothing to do. If you didn't rush in that day, you wouldn't have the chance to take advantage of the troubled waters."

Agent J begged: "Can you talk to Brother Fran, at least I will share with you."

Juan casually said: "Now he is not in my hands, I have no way to deal with him."

Agent j sighed to the sky: "I'm not willing to give up!"

Hu An advised kindly: "Brother, I advise you to give up your heart. After all, he is the leader of the Spear Party. If he sues you in front of the President Black Lamp, you will be finished."

Agent j felt heartbroken: "I hate it!"

Juan felt that the Alliance Bureau of Investigation has value, and he comforted:

"How about this, I personally pay 20,000 alliance coins, and you can take them to drink some tea for your brothers."

"It's only 20,000 yuan, I'm sending the beggar!"

"Do you want it?"

"You must." Agent J murmured, "No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat. It's dry and you can't go back empty-handed."

Juan transferred 20,000 yuan and sent agent J.

He took a look at the account balance, and there was still more than 55 million.

The monthly installment payment of 2 million yuan continues.

The lawsuit between unscrupulous lawyer Kafka and the All-American Rifle Association is not known how it is going.

Juan didn't ask, and he didn't look at the account details.

Currently, Juan has not made many investments, and it should be credited to the Sims' plan to maintain positive financial growth.

Now that the production of learning machines is increasing, the number of players is increasing. Although there are no rich men like the "rich second generation", the profits are also considerable.

The next morning, when Juan passed by the restaurant, he saw the "rich second generation" eating magic peas.

No, it’s not the “rich second generation”, it’s his clone, the dwarf, who doesn’t wear a learning machine on his head.

The clone put beans into his mouth one by one, and said while eating:

"He will come back, he won't come back, he will come back, he won't come back..."

Juan was a little surprised, but did not go up to ask.

Back at the office, Juan found Yaling and he ordered:

"The Expedition of the Feilencui Planet has been successful.

"This incident is the result of all people working together and it is the credit of everyone. I am going to hold a grand celebration to celebrate.

“It just so happens that three days later is the New Year of the Beautiful Planet.

"You inform me that all the humanoid people will take a day off that day, and the team leader or above will come to the building for a meeting and then have a dinner together, and I will pay the fee."

Yaling nodded and then reported with a guilty look on his face:

"Boss, the 'rich second generation' has quit The Sims."

Juan looked at Yaling in surprise.

Yaling continued: "The 'Rich Second Generation' left news, saying that he wanted to make a change, be a good person, and move Tyrande with a innocent heart, so he would not play the "The Sims" game."

"What should I do if the movie he is planning?"

"He said he would not shoot anymore, all the recruited actors were disbanded, and he didn't want the prepared props."

"We will not refund the money!"

"He didn't ask us to refund the money."

Juan said indifferently: "Okay, just exit, if you exit, some are spare tires anyway.

"Send the 'rich second generation' learning machine back to the Iron Fort Workshop. His one is a first generation machine with a whole Crusoe tentacle inside, which can now be divided into several hundred parts."

Yaling said with a bitter face: "It's gone."

"What?"

"I can't find that learning machine, the clone said it was not with him, but I didn't receive it."

"Can it be the people below accepted it?"

"I have checked it, and I say it has been confiscated."

"It's strange. That thing has no wings, can it fly by itself?"

Yaling guessed: "Will Tyrande take it away? She doesn't know what the 'rich second generation' looks like. When she arrives at the Feilencui Executive Planet, she may need to learn machines as a token for the connector."

"There is a possibility, forget it, just a learning machine." At this point, Juan suddenly thought of something, "By the way, where is Crusoe? Tyrande won't take Crusoe away, right? Then our learning machine has no raw materials!"

"No, Tyrande didn't take the little octopus Crusoe. But, boss, you'd better go and see Crusoe. It's in a weird state and looks fine, but intuition tells me that it's not very good."

Juan was anxious. The little octopus Crusoe is an indispensable and irreplaceable link in the entire Sims plan. There must be no accident.

Asked about Crusoe being still in Tyrande's room, Juan rushed over.

In the room, the little octopus Crusoe was lying on Tyrande's bed, with a servant serving him next to him.

Juan asked, "Is there anything unusual?"

The servant replied: "Your Highness, everything is normal, it can eat, drink and sleep, there is no problem."

Compared to the servant's answer, Juan believed in Yaling's intuition more.

He wandered around the room with suspicion.

Suddenly, Juan realized something was wrong.

He asked, "How many questions did Crusoe do today?"

The servant was stunned: "Do the questions? What questions do?"

Juan was furious: "Why not report such an important situation?!"

The servant continued to be dumbfounded: "I, I don't know what the problem is, where the problem comes from, it can eat, drink and sleep..."

"Do you think it's just like you?! That's why you can only be a servant!"

The servant muttered, "I read very well, but I don't have a good father."

Juan drove away the servant angrily.

He changed into a smiley face and kindly approached the little octopus Crusoe:

"Crusoe, although you pretended to be careless, I could see that Tyrande was leaving and you were very sad.

"If you are sad, cry. Don't hold on. It's not a sin for men to cry."

Water vapor condensed in the eyes of the little octopus Crusoe, and then turned into a drop of tears hanging on the edge of his eyes, and refused to fall.

Juan gently stroked Crusoe and said, "Tyrande is gone, you and me, the doll, Yinda Yin Er, and many uncles and aunts.

"This is your home, we are all your family. Don't feel lonely. You are not alone, you will never be."

The little octopus Crusoe shed tears, and more and more like a spring. It trembled and put its tentacles on Juan's hand.

Juan hugged Crusoe in his arms and said kindly: "From now on, you are my child, like a doll. By the way, are you going to have a set of two-module rolls? I heard that is quite difficult."

"Shi~"

The little octopus Crusoe burst into tears. It tangled Juan and cried loudly.

"Ji~ Jijiji, Ji~ Jijiji..."

Just cry.

With this idea, Juan fell down straight.

His hair was standing up all over his body, his muscles were as stiff as stones, and the current in his nerves "cracked" and every brain cell was stimulated to dance breakdancing.

Cruso's cry contained rich emotions and richer spiritual shock waves, and one wave higher than another, just like a stormy wave hitting a lighthouse on the reef.

Juan's brain chip is still operating normally, but his brain is repeatedly washed.

He was so excited that waves of inspiration and creativity emerged in his mind, but his body could not move at all.

As a result, the energy of mental shock accumulated in Juan's mind and amplified, as if he turned him into a signal amplifier in a telecommunications base station.

In a trance, a world tree spanning the star map appeared in Juan's mind.

There was a huge octopus on the tree. The tentacles of the octopus were tightly wrapped around the trunk, and each suction cup was discharged. The current was transmitted through the trunk and branches to every leaf.

Fifty thousand leaves trembled together.

Juan's consciousness jumped among the leaves.

He saw that the painter threw down the bowls and chopsticks, picked up the brush, and smeared hard on the canvas.

He shouted, "It's this feeling, it's this feeling!"

He saw that the student got up from bed in the middle of the night, spread out the test paper and did it.

He shouted, "I figured it out, I figured it out!"

He saw that the writer who was halfway intimate with his wife suddenly rose up.

Then, the writer turned a blind eye to his wife holding a kitchen knife and was only concerned about writing quickly.

He shouted, "Inspiration is here, inspiration is here!"
Chapter completed!