Chapter 320 Invitation Letter
In a luxuriously decorated room, Max took a look at the letter that suddenly appeared in her hand. In just a few days, she had experienced more "wonderful" experiences than she had in more than ten years. She didn't feel too horrified, just casual. opened it.
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If the person who received the written letter was Max George Black, then it would have made its way into the hands of the recipient, and if not...just kidding, how could it not be.
I am Margaery, the person who gave you a big gift two days ago. There should be another letter under this letter. It is an invitation letter, inviting you to participate in a game. I think This should be a fun activity for you, so I added your name.
Please keep one thing in mind. When participating in the competition, the affairs between you and me must not be leaked in any way, you must not use any extraordinary power, and you must not get to know me.
I may contact you at the right time and you may need to do something for me.
The above content will be burned after reading.
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Max thought to herself, "I don't want to participate in any game, but...sometimes, there is no other way." She then took out another piece of letter paper from the envelope.
It was still written by Margaery. Although the font was different, Max felt it was obvious.Write a more formal letter, an invitation letter, inviting her to participate in a game called "Chasing", and something like a reward for the final winner.
100 million US dollars…
Max looked at the neatly arranged square pile of money on the single sofa next to him to make himself happy, and then looked at the money written on the paper. He suddenly felt that this once elusive number was so thin.
As for the secret prize…
She stretched her arms, and her right hand disappeared from her wrist and quickly reappeared. The TV remote control that was originally at least five meters away was already in her hand.
With a long sigh, Max began to think about what he should take.
The invitation letter stated that the competition would last for three days and two nights. Each person could bring five personal belongings in addition to his backpack. The venue would be a forest road.
forest…
Max picked up the phone and ordered a pack of compressed biscuits. She didn't think she could catch the prey, and even if she could find it, she wouldn't handle it.
You need to bring some water... No one knows if you can find a clean water source. Although drinking it is not a big problem with your current physique, if you can't even find dirty water, you will be in big trouble.
And even if she could find it, she had just enjoyed life for two days and didn't really want to have trouble with the smelly ditch.
Looking at the table, she touched the cigarette...
She smoked, but rarely, but she had to bring the lighter that came with the cigarette anyway, so she might as well bring the cigarettes with her.
Then there was a saber and a small sleeping bag, which needed to be ordered now, so she made another call.
She didn't even think about whether she could carry it or whether it was inconvenient. Yesterday morning, she accidentally crushed a cup.
When everything was ready, she put down the phone with satisfaction, lay down on the pile of money, and rubbed her face against these stress-relieving artifacts.
On the other side, the black tea house.
After completely solving the problem of the site a week ago and filling the empty space with water to insulate it, the four people moved back. They were going to live with Lucius. Lucius also told Ma En the address, but within a few days, Personally, I plan to wait until this game is over.
Margery hesitated while holding the pen in her hand: "More than 30 copies have been sent out. The next person is a reporter from the BBC. These people are very good at lying and spreading rumors. Do we really want to invite him?"
"Why not? Anyway, after he went out, he only remembered that he participated in a very exciting competition and won some rewards...at most he made up a story." Ma En took a sip of water and slumped on the sofa comfortably.
After living in the building below for a while, I came back and saw that the black tea house was simple from the inside out, but just by looking at it, I knew that this place was a good place to sleep and rest, not a place to show off wealth.
Hermione was checking the contents of each invitation letter. After checking, she would press the stamp on the letter and the invitation would be sent out. She also had to monitor whether each letter had been thrown away. If someone loses it more than three times, a note will be thrown to warn him. If someone loses it more than five times, a piece of paper will be left telling him that he is banned for life.
Esther, on the other hand, was placing a pot of freshly made red cabbage soup on the table, then turned back to get steaks and the like.
She hasn't cooked for a long time, but her skills don't seem to have become rusty.
Ma En... was idly drinking tea.
He just went over to chat with Margery, which caused Margery to write wrong words three times. After a few words of ridicule, Margery was driven away in anger.
"Do you think Max will participate? She is the top seed player I selected. I always feel that this girl is a little different from other girls."
"It's really different, she's a prostitute," Hermione said without raising her head: "Don't worry, she will participate. I just saw her writing some supplies on the paper..."
"That's good..." Ma En suddenly thought of a question: "Can you see where she is?"
"Upper East Side, near Central Park."
Ma En took a breath: "Has she been reduced to living on a park bench?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and said angrily: "How is that possible? She has tens of thousands in savings, which is more than most old beauties. I guess she might be playing there."
Margaery raised her eyebrows and thought to herself that the tool man she randomly found didn't seem to have saved any money yet, but that was normal.
She smiled: "Why don't you say that she suddenly got rich, like winning the lottery or something, and moved there."
Hermione raised her head and glanced at Margaery: "If you say she hooked up with a rich man, it would be easier for me to believe it. Many rich people prefer her style."
Margaery nodded, said no more, lowered her head and wrote seriously.
In a sense, she really fell in love with a rich man, and she actually sacrificed her body for it.
It takes a long time to write a hundred invitations, mainly for the first time, and to let the letters run into the hands of the recipients without contact. It is not an owl. A lot of magic needs to be preset, and Margaery also needs to add some between the lines. magic.
Lunch was prepared, and Esther shook the little bell she got from nowhere: "It's time to eat, everyone. It's not too late to continue after eating. We still have a long, long time."
Margaery took off her glasses, Hermione put down the letter, and they both got up and walked towards the dining table, and Marn...
He touched his stomach and felt that he had drank too much tea and was full.