The sign of a police chief is quite popular in the county city god's yamen. With such a chief chief himself as a guarantee and a high return of 10% of the monthly interest rate, naturally no one will hesitate anymore. They donated generously and bombed Yang Shixuan in a round of violent bombing.

The IOU was sent out like flowing water, and the spirit mushrooms poured in like a tide. In just less than an hour, the three-200,000 spirit mushrooms that were missing were finally all gathered!

Time was urgent, and Yang Shixuan didn't even bother to say hello to the immortal officials, so he hurriedly left the county Chenghuang Yamen with more than 6 million spiritual mushrooms and rushed back to Dajing Town to sell his property!

When the city god Guo Xinyao came back from Miaoxianyuan, he accidentally heard some discussions from the yamen immortal officials, so he called Wu Minghao, the head of the department, to ask about the relevant details.

When Guo Xinyao heard Wu Minghao say that Yang Shixuan almost copied the entire county government office and took away more than 6 million spiritual mushrooms, his eyes widened on the spot.

"What trick does this kid want to play? How many spiritual mushrooms did you borrowed him? The total amount of more than 6 million yuan has to empty all the immortal officials in the yamen so that they can only get all together, right?"

Faced with Guo Xinyao's inquiry, Wu Minghao couldn't help but sigh, and replied with a bitter face, "Reported to Lord Chenghuang, he also copied all the officials, and lent him 170,000 spiritual mushrooms in total. I heard that Lord Wang, the chief constable, even lent him two million spiritual mushrooms in a mess..."

"Oh? Is this really the case?" Guo Xinyao was shocked. He knew Wang Ruifeng's family's background. Two million ling mushrooms were definitely the limit number he could take out. And it must be based on emptying all his family's background to achieve this!

What exactly is the reason that Wang Ruifeng can even sell his money to support Yang Shixuan? And the strangest thing is that the immortal official in the yamen was kidnapped by Yang Shixuan, with a total of more than 6 million spiritual mushrooms!

Guo Xinyao subconsciously frowned and asked Wu Minghao: "Have he ever said he would do anything with these spirit mushrooms? Everyone in the yamen borrowed him the spirit mushrooms?"

"I don't know anything. Lord Wang personally guaranteed him, with a monthly interest rate of 10% and a surprising return... The one who invested the most was Captain Wang himself, and the one who invested the least was an unincome-in-the-shelf official from the Punishment Department. He borrowed a total of eight hundred spirit mushrooms..."

Guo Xinyao stared at him and asked in disbelief: "He even wants the eight hundred spirit mushrooms?"

"This..." Wu Minghao said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Yang said, "Whenever he borrows the spirit mushroom, he will still accept even one..."

"This kid is really cruel. He will not let go of the meat on the mosquito's legs!" Guo Xinyao was so depressed. He didn't know where Yang Shixuan got his confidence. If he borrowed so many spiritual mushrooms, he wouldn't be afraid that he would not come out in the end and would end up losing his post and dismissing him?

But then again, although Yang Shixuan's behavior is inappropriate, it is not a good effect when doing this, but after all, it is something that you and I want to do. As the City God, Guo Xinyao will not interfere in anything.

He just had difficulty controlling the curiosity in his heart. When he waved his hand to let Wu Minghao go out, he said: "Please pay more attention to the situation in Dajing Town during this period. If there is any disturbance, please inform me as soon as possible. Don't be careless and slack!"

As he was talking, the middle-aged man looked back at Yang Shixuan, but found that he was talking happily here, but Yang Shixuan didn't even look at him directly...

The speedboat drove at sea for three hours. After the modified fuel tank, it could fully support the speedboat to drive for nearly ten hours continuously. This old speedboat, which was bought from smugglers, had a very strong endurance.

Finally, the speedboat stopped on the beach of a small island in the vast sea. The middle-aged man stood in front and pointed at some black charcoal on the beach and said, "This is Shapi Island. Going south, you will go abroad. It is one of the southernmost islands in our country. Every year, many people come here to barbecue and camp."

Yang Shixuan looked at this small island, which had many traces of human activities on it, and even many messy footprints could be clearly seen on the beach.

After making an appointment with the middle-aged man to return, Yang Shixuan paid the deposit, jumped out of the speedboat and trekked to the island. In order to cover up, he brought a big backpack, which looked like an amateur hiker, which was more in line with the lies he made up to come here at this moment.

The middle-aged man left in a speedboat. It is said that there are many small islands in this area and many boats are there to solicit passengers. Tourists travel between these islands and the pier every day.

According to the middle-aged man, he was going to try his luck at several nearby islands to see if he could receive one or two guests and earn some money for the return trip.

Yang Shixuan turned his head and looked at the boat. After chuckling, he took off his backpack on his shoulders, took out a brand new outdoor tent from it in a decent manner, and began to build it on the beach.

The weather is very good today, but this small island that many people usually visit is surprisingly peaceful.

Until the sun sets and the moon is in the sky, Yang Shixuan lights a bonfire on the beach, roasting some crabs that cannot be named and shells are served as midnight snacks, no one will climb the island again, which just meets Yang Shixuan's request.

The crabs were roasted in the fire, and opposite was the endless sea. The moon seemed to be much bigger, rounder and brighter than other places.

At around twelve o'clock in the morning, the heat of the day completely dissipated. When the beach gradually became cold, Yang Shixuan, who had eaten and drunk enough, patted his butt and stood up. After moving his stiff body, he grinned and muttered secretly: "It's almost time to work... What a rich water vapor, it should be able to collect a lot!"

After raising his eyes and identifying the direction of going abroad, Yang Shixuan changed into the dark green travel suit, put on his eighth-grade official uniform, floated close to the sea, and flew towards the distant sea.

The Natian bag was held tightly in his hand. This was his lifeblood. If you lose anything, you can't throw this thing away, otherwise you will be really a big deal...

Two hours later, Yang Shixuan left the territory of China's Shenzhou for the first time, took out the cashier bag and whispered to the rich water vapor above the sea: "Check!!!"

The palm-sized Natian bag came out of his hand, swelling in the storm, like a giant whale swallowing water, crazily absorbing the water vapor on the sea surface, filling the empty inner world like a storm...
Chapter completed!