How to make a person feel belonging to a certain place?

It is not about giving the other party generous treatment, nor is it about giving the other party the convenience of current policies.

"But let this man pour his heart into this place."

Yes, only those who have really given something will cherish something particularly, and thus will have a sense of belonging.

Simon wrapped in a blanket and looked into the trade circulation area outside the window.

The trade circulation area is flashing with lights.

Figures are passing through it.

They either carry heavy crossbows or round dance sticks and sledgehammers...

At this time, they went back and forth—

Carry stone and transport wood.

Among them, the municipal office formed by Simon handles their affairs.

After all, it is not realistic to let Simon deal with everything, and it is not healthy at all.

Simon glanced at the time.

It is already past twelve o'clock in the evening, but the natural disaster Hongxing is still working tirelessly and full of interest. When he is hungry, he will eat a few bites of bread, drink a few sips of water, and then continue to carry stone.

Simon held the windowsill with his hands, watching the disaster Red Star while his mind was constantly flowing.

As mentioned earlier, only by letting the natural disaster Red Star devote their efforts to this land can they feel belonging to the gray moon.

But it’s not enough to just let them give.

Simon tapped the windowsill with his fingers.

While letting the natural disaster Red Star pay, it also needs to give them some benefits. This is like if you want the leeks to grow strong, you must fertilize them and loosen the soil.

In this way, they will fall deeper and deeper, become more and more addicted to it, and continue to contribute to the development of the gray moon.

All of these have been going very smoothly until now.

Simon looked at the player forum page around him.

Above are comments from the Red Stars of the Natural Disaster.

"Ahhhh! Simon's old thief! Is it easy for me to open a player's cabin? Why is it so harmful to me! My dignified Emperor of the Red Star has fallen to the point of moving bricks! I hate it!"

"The man moved bricks and lost contact in the gray moon."

"Wdnmd, I'm still moving bricks, it's twelve o'clock! I'm so stupid. Has anyone gone to the city lord's mansion with me? I'll be the city lord if I kill the old thief Simon!"

"Thank you for invitation. I just went online and was about to move bricks."

"Just move another 100 million yuan, and then move the last 100 million yuan."

"The old thief Simon has no conscience! I live and die together with Gray Moon!"

Simon looked at the player's name to him and couldn't help but rub his temples, which was somewhat funny.

This is actually equivalent to the player's intimate name for him, and as the Lord of Gray Moon, he actually has enough tolerate others.

How could you be angry about such a trivial matter?

Yes - how could you be angry?

It's impossible to get angry.

Simon blew out the window a few broken hairs and looked at the trade circulation area again.

In Simon's view, these natural disasters have extraordinary physical fitness, and their understanding and cultural level are higher than those of ordinary strong labor.

And he is not afraid of hardship or fatigue. He is the best tool guy...

With these bonuses, the workload of a natural disaster Red Star can basically be as high as a plasterer's three-day workload.

Judging from the current progress, the East Trade Zone of Huiyue, which has been in a state of being built, will soon be built. Not only that, most of the idle land on the east side can basically come in handy now.

This is all thanks to these enthusiastic natural disaster red stars.

Simon with satisfaction retracted his gaze and turned to the photo bead on the desktop.

The photo-leaving bead, as the name suggests, is actually a magic tool for recording images.

This is mainly the images of players hunting mud fish that Paul recorded last night.

Through the images inside, Simon probably already understood what these players mean by bullet knife.

In fact, the weapon in the player's hand is not sharp enough to break the hard mud and soil layer that has been wrapped around the mud fish for many years.

When they wave their weapons and hit them hard, the weapons will produce a countershock, causing their bodies to stiffen for a moment.

"The weapon is not sharp enough..."

Simon remembers that the Gray Moon Legion once eliminated a batch of weapons and armor, and is still lying in the warehouse to eat dust, waiting for that day to return to the furnace and rebuild.

Although it has been eliminated and abandoned weapons, its sharpness is much stronger than that of the roughly crafted weapons of the Natural Scourge Red Star.

The training players can only go step by step and wait until they thrive and then go down with one stroke... but it can also provide some extra help until then.

"Maybe we can start from this aspect." Simon thought about it and thought of some ideas again.

He sat down again, pulled out a piece of white paper, dipped the quill into some ink, intending to record his thoughts.

But the next moment—

The study door was knocked.

"That?" Simon said with his head up.

"It's me, Lorina, Lord Simon."

A respectful and familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Come in."

Simon put down his quill and said without raising his head.

"It's rude."

The study door was pushed open, and Lolina came in with a small tea cart.

She bowed slightly, asked, "Mr. Simon, do you need tea?"

"Then please give me a drink."

Just so happened that Simon felt a little tired, and it was exactly what he wanted to bring a cup of tea to refresh himself at this time.

"Yes, Lord Simon."

Lorina picked up the teapot.

He is extremely skilled in pouring tea and handing tea.

Smelling the fragrant scent of herbal tea, Simon raised his eyebrows.

He put the herbal tea in his hand on the other side, while raising his head, staring at Lorina calmly.

After staring at the other party silently for a while, Simon suddenly spoke.

The content of the words is very simple.

"Who are you?"

"Hey?" These simple words made Lolina look puzzled.

Flax-colored hair sways slightly.

"Sir Simon, what are you talking about?" Lolina took two steps back in panic and came to the tea cart, her voice full of confusion.

"I'm asking you." Simon's calm eyes fell into gloomy for a moment, and at the same time it was an extremely cold question:

"Who are you?!"

It's not like Simon who always likes to say "I'm talking about it" and "Welcome to Zu'an".

His eyes are cold now, his eyes still as sharp as blades.

Lolina only felt like the extremely cold winter wind was rushing towards her.

Yes, but she didn't know how she had provoked the Lord of Gray Moon, so she could only look at Simon in panic.

Looking at Lolina who was acting like this, Simon's gaze gradually slowed down, and his deep facial features became softer.

He rubbed his fingertips against the teacup and said softly:

"I'm sorry, I scared you. It seems that I'm too tired."

Lolina subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

Then she heard Simon's funny joking voice.

"I've been so tired lately. I just realized that you were a believer of the witch's old witch."

Simon stared at Lorina, who was stiff all over, and laughed twice without any taste:

"Let me ask another question."

"You are here to assassinate me, right?"
Chapter completed!