The vice president quickly contacted Uncle Gong's secretary and passed on the shocking news.

The secretary noted this down and asked the vice president to declare a holiday, and the mutual aid club was temporarily closed, waiting for Uncle Gong's notification.

Half an hour later, the twelve-story building of the mutual aid association was empty. Even the doorman was on vacation, and the door was locked and locked.

Neighbors saw it and started talking about it. Photos of the front of the building were posted everywhere on the Internet.

Netizens did not believe that such a powerful mutual aid association for psychics had just committed an assassination early in the morning and now it was closed down. Speculations on various conspiracy theories were rampant.

Cen Wen, who was stewing meat on the stove and surfing the Internet while waiting for dinner, also saw the news, laughed out loud, and even told Xiao Teng Tiao.

[Is this, scared away?] The full-level Emperor Zhi is also knowledgeable, not a blank slate of ignorance.

"With so many high-level officials disappearing, it is normal to retreat temporarily. However, it may also be that they are waiting for the boss behind them to make up their mind."

[That Uncle Gong? Even if this kind of person is not strong himself, there is no shortage of strong people around him. We are all weaklings now, so we have to stay away.]

"You have to keep a low profile."

[How long do we have to live here? Now that we are not short of money, how about we move to a better place?]

“You have to stay there for a full month, otherwise you’ll have trouble checking out the rent.”

The little cane fidgeted with its tips and didn't answer any more. They had always been so prudent when it came to saving money and spending money.

Cen Wen picked up the spoon, opened the lid, stirred the pot, tasted a piece of meat, and felt that it needed to be stewed for a while, so he turned on his bracelet and continued surfing the Internet.

Mainly looking for other properties.

She had to move. This place was obviously a slum in the black market. She had to at least live in a middle-class neighborhood where she would be safe and not have to worry about gang fights that would harm the residents every day.

Moreover, her livelihood after moving is also a top priority. If she doesn't have the conditions to sell vegetables, she has to see what else she can sell.

Early the next morning, Cen Wen went to the small square according to the time when she set up her stall. There was a chaos yesterday, but today the flow of people resumed. Along the way, many neighbors greeted her.

As soon as she walked out of the intersection and reached the edge of the small square, one of Brother Jie's men came up to her and enthusiastically took her to the location. There was a brand new stall that was exactly the same. There were also many other things, and they were all brand new.

, there are several large bags of planting soil piled on the ground next to the car. As long as they are tidied up, the business can be opened as usual today.

"You are considerate, thank you."

"A little thought. Thank you very much, Sister Wen, for yesterday."

My younger brother is also smart and can talk. Although the people from the mutual aid group came yesterday to kill people, after the first shot was missed, the other party had no chance. No one could have imagined that a first-level wood-type psychic who sells vegetables could be so capable.

After the quick battle, the losses to others were not much, except for a few stalls being smashed and a few minor injuries.

A few hours later, I heard that something had happened again within the mutual aid association. All members were on holiday, and even the door was locked. In the past, it was open all day long, and people came in and out during the day and night.

No one connected the two incidents. The neighbors thought they were independent incidents. Everyone's guesses were more likely to be related to the previous day. They didn't know what serious event happened internally that led to the closure.

Cen Wen checked the tools on the car. There were even several packages of rapeseed. In the tool compartment under the shelf, he found two large and thick paper bags. When he pinched them gently, they were in the shape of banknotes.

She said nothing, set up the planting pot, quickly removed the planting soil and poured it into the pot, poured water and plant nutrient solution in proportion, buried the vegetable seeds, and with the activation of her magical power, the vegetable seedlings emerged from the soil with vitality.

Grocery buyers quickly gathered around, and Cen Wen collected the money and packed the groceries. He was so quick and easy to talk to while his hands were busy.

What the customers want to know most is what kind of plant she threw out at the end of the fight yesterday. This topic is still very hot on the Internet, but no one dares to go to the apartment and block the door to ask.

"Well, that's called the scale vine. The surface of the vine is covered with tiny scales, which can be half-opened. It's specially designed to ambush in places with lush weeds. Once a prey steps on it, it will roar, and the vine will quickly wrap around it and kill it.

They strangle, cut and bleed the flesh, and finally the prey dies from excessive blood loss or internal rupture.”

"Where did my vine come from? It's a seed. It's a seed picked up in the wild. It's a disposable product. It dies after stimulating its vitality."

"Why can I fight? I've been practicing in the wild. At my age, I'm still level one. I want to move up to level two. What should I do if I don't work hard?"

"But I'm not a savage. How can I stay in the wild all the time? I always have to come back to earn some food and repair myself before setting off."

Cen Wen explained her power level and combat effectiveness in just a few words, and her words were also posted on the Internet through live broadcast footage of people around her.

The public agrees with her words. Whether it is war or peace, if a person with superpowers wants to upgrade, he has no other choice but to work hard. A woman who looks about thirty years old is only at the bottom of the first level, which shows her talent.

The potential is really limited. If you want to advance to the second level, you have to fight to the death.

"Yeah, it's really not good at level one. It's okay to find a decent job. But if you go up higher, you won't be competitive. There's always someone better."

"If you want to be a healer if you want to be a wood-type superpower, you need to be a Level 2 healer. This is clearly stipulated by law."

"The black market doesn't care about that."

"Yes, at the end of the first level, if you have a lot of combat experience, your treatment experience will be about the same. You can consider doing this, and you can earn more."

Everyone was talking a lot, and they really gave Cen Wen a good idea.

"Thank you, I will consider it."

Today's stall is over. Brother Jie and the surrounding residents know that Sister Wen will not stay here for long. She never makes much money selling vegetables. At most, she can solve the current problem of lack of money. In order to support the next field training, she must

Move to a better place and make money.

Cen Wen paid the rent and stall fee, but she still had to live and work for a full month. In order not to renew the fee, she checked the housing information as soon as she returned from the stall. At the same time, she continued to stock up on advanced plant nutrient solutions and fifth-level supplements, and also learned about therapists, etc.

Various professions and regulations that wood-type superpowers can perform.

The more I researched, the more I felt that a therapist would be a good solution.

The main reason is that the investment is small. She can rent a house and practice alone with a first-level therapist certificate. For other things, she either invests heavily in starting a business or works for the boss.

She can't do either of these.

She is a purely illiterate person with no academic qualifications. She is not suitable for anything other than a craftsman with a small business like a therapist.

While Cen Wen was researching and planning his future life, he was selling vegetables at a stall every day and secretly saving up level five supplements.
Chapter completed!