Meow!

I lived in the palace and also created a series of industrial chains to make money.

Let’s look at the four pavilions he met in the East Asian Association.

They all "love the feathers" and "preface their aloofness" with a large group of apprentices around them, which looks very much like a famous sect in a martial arts novel.

But... Jiang Sheng surprisingly doesn't hate such a pragmatic guy.

Because he is also such a person, he wants to participate in the challenge to win the position of the Gymnasium owner, and he wants to increase his reputation against the tower.

The owner of the fire-type gym in front of him is him in the future.

Lao Zhou fully fulfilled the responsibilities of the tour guide and asked Jiang Sheng and the others whether they wanted to stroll in the market.

Jiang Sheng looked at the time and it was already afternoon, and it was time for lunch.

He and Mo Li have little requirements for quality of life.

Lao Zhou is just a tool man and does not need to consider his preferences.

Jiang Sheng asked Lao Zhou to find a fast food restaurant. After filling his stomach, the three of them crossed the market and headed to the fire-type gymnasium.

Fire is in front of the gym.

This place has become a completely attraction, and the small square at the entrance of the gym is scattered with tourists taking photos.

Some people also purchase tickets to enter the gym to visit the open area.

According to Lao Zhou, if there is a battle in the gym, the ticket price will be at least five times that of usual.

According to the identity of the two parties, ticket prices will fluctuate to different extents.

Because he believes in the principle of "customers are God", the main entrance of the gym is reserved for tourists to enter and exit.

As an unpopular challenger to kick the club, he can only go to the side door to register.

Just like what happened in the allusion of "Yan Zi's Envoy to Chu", if he hadn't specifically asked Lao Zhou, Jiang Shengzhen would have thought he had been targeted.

Side door.

It is much quieter here, and there is not as much traffic as in the small square in front of the main entrance.

Several young men and women with dog signs and cameras hanging on their chests are gathering in the corner to make jokes.

When I saw three Asians coming, a white young man squatting on the ground smoking waved to them and said a bird's song.

Jiang Sheng could still understand something, but the other party was telling them that there was no toilet here.

"These people are expatriate journalists from well-known media in the Hawaiian League or the Freedom League, and are responsible for squatting at the entrance of the Fire Department Gymnasium. If these people know what you are going to, they will be very interested in you."

Lao Zhou smiled and nodded to the white young man, then turned his head and explained to Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng nodded slightly, not caring about these miserable foreign paparazzi.

"Click!"

The flash flashed away, attracting Jiang Sheng's attention.

A woman with short hair and white skin seemed to notice some special details, and raised her camera with a slightly excited look and took a photo of Jiang Sheng and the other two.

The short-haired woman's friend was surprised by her bold behavior and grabbed her and complained:

"Oh, no! Jennifer, how dare you take photos of others so blatantly? You will cause trouble for yourself and the company!"

"Aubry, look at their belts. They are Pokémon trainers. Maybe they are here to challenge the gym. We have a job here!"

The short-haired woman didn't care that she had violated other people's privacy. She swayed the camera in her hand proudly, and asked Jiang Sheng a series of questions.

"Handsome guy, where are you from? Are you going to challenge the fire gym? Do you mind if I have an interview with you?"

The rest of the people heard the short-haired woman and noticed Jiang Sheng's special dress.

This is a regular trainer dress.

Because it's cool enough, many people will imitate it and it didn't attract their attention at the beginning.

A single black windbreaker with a simple layout, she was exposed with her inner clothes with her arms open, and six shrinking elf balls were vaguely seen buckled on one side of her belt.

This is a real elite trainer, not a good person.

First of all, the number of Pokémon held is enough to show that this overly young boy has a good identity.

Those are six Pokémons, not ordinary six cats and dogs.

In fact, even if you really have six local cats and dogs, if you don’t live in the countryside, you may not be able to afford them.

Cultivating Pokémon is like raising children, which is equivalent to six "gold-swalking beasts".

Analogy with modern society.

The professional level is equivalent to undergraduate graduation; the gym level is equivalent to a master's degree; the king level can be regarded as a doctorate; the champion level is a giant in the field.

It is conceivable how huge the resources needed to cultivate six Pokémons.

Visitors from the outside alliance;

Carrying six Pokémons;

before the Gym Challenge Registration Office;

All kinds of information gathered together, allowing a group of senior paparazzi to smell the smell of big news.

young?

This is his capital.

In just a moment, two completely different drafts had been drawn up in everyone's mind.

Young and frivolous, ignorant, and do not know the world is high?

or……

Are you young and promising, and you have already been confident?

"Hello, I am a reporter from Peanut Post. Can we get to know each other?"

"Hello, I am the ABC's special commissioner. Are you planning to challenge the gym? If you are really a brave fighter on the road to challenge, would you please share your story with us?"

"Hello sir, I am a scout of Fox. Our company is recently creating a documentary with the Gym Challenger as the main character. If you meet the requirements for our documentary shooting, I sincerely invite you to join us so that the whole world can understand you and your hometown."

...

The group of people were not afraid of getting a wrong partner. While introducing their identities, they quickly came forward to surround the three of them.

“Stop!”

Jiang Sheng glanced at everyone and shouted softly.

Anyone who looked at Jiang Sheng felt his heart tightening and subconsciously stopped.

Mental pressure!

As a superpower who is close to the "Ten Pearls" cultivation level, Jiang Sheng is enough to be rated as "non-human", and it is very simple to subdue a group of ordinary people.

Everyone slowly came back to their senses from their fear.

As members of the Big Media, they quickly realized what had just happened and what they had met.

Superpowered person!

A top-level superpower!

Such a non-human existence must be a trainer with outstanding strength!

They were not wrong, a big news was placed in front of them waiting for them to dig, and the bonus for this month would be safe!

"Old Zhou, do a good job of translator."

"Hey, OK!"

"I don't need your publicity. Please don't bother me. The lady who took the photo just now. Please delete my photo. If you cause trouble to me, it means you are causing trouble for yourself."

Lao Zhou translated the past word by word, expressing Jiang Sheng's wishes to the paparazzi.

The short-haired woman was coldly watched by Jiang Sheng. She couldn't stand the pressure from her eyes and quickly deleted the photo she had just in the camera.

She knew that if she didn't do it, the other party would help her do it, and the methods would never be gentle.

After dispersing the paparazzi, Lao Zhou led the way in front and led Jiang Sheng and the others into the side door and walked into the hall.

The girl at the reception desk in the lobby reception desk had long noticed the noise outside, and could guess what was happening outside without looking.

Work is here – Only the Gym Challenger can make the squat paparazzi so excited.

What a greasy Asian middle-aged fat man.

This is the first impression of the trainer who came in.

Could he be an oil-attribute trainer?

The girl at the front desk complained in her heart.

wrong!
To be continued...