Chapter 450 Wanjie Commercial Bank Exchange Ticket
At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head and looked in the direction of the bedside table. The electronic alarm clock showed 21:15.
"I understand." Zhang Yuanqing replied concisely and concisely.
Because his aunt was with him, he didn't say much. After hanging up the phone, he said to Jiang Yuyi:
"That's the end of today's game"
The aunt looked at him sideways and curled her lips: "Is that big-breasted vixen looking for you?"
"Go, go!" Zhang Yuanqing spat on her face and said, "I'm going to bed next, so you should go back to your room and rest."
The aunt refused to leave and raised her eyebrows, "You haven't been home for a few days. You finally came back. You have to play with me until twelve o'clock today. I haven't had enough fun yet. Even if you have a girlfriend, you still can't.
Don’t forget mother.”
"You are just my aunt, not my mother." Zhang Yuanqing corrected.
Seeing that the hard one was not enough, the aunt became softer, twisted her body, and said coquettishly: "Let's play one more round~"
Who can refuse a coquettish aunt? It's a pity that Zhang Yuanqing has serious business.
Without talking nonsense to her, he strode over to her, put his arms into the crooks of my aunt's legs, hugged her sideways, and walked straight out of the room.
"Oh, you put me down, you don't respect your elders at all." Jiang Yubai struggled hard, kicking his long legs and trying to tear off his nephew's face angrily.
The little boy lying on her head quickly hit her head with his fist.
In the living room, my grandparents were wearing reading glasses and watching TV. Grandma frowned when she saw her daughter being carried out by her grandson.
"Mom, Yuanzi bullied me." Jiang Yubao complained first, then fluttered a few times.
But her nephew's iron arms tightly wrapped around her waist and long legs, making it impossible for her to jump down.
"Put your aunt down." After all, the grandmother's heart was for her daughter.
Zhang Yuanqing had no choice but to put his aunt down and change his words: "Grandma, I'm going out for a while. Guan Ya's cousin invited me to a barbecue."
"Are you coming back to sleep tonight?" Grandma looked unhappy when she heard that she was going out again.
"decide as things go."
While talking, Zhang Yuanqing was kicked several times by his aunt, and his grandparents stared at him. He didn't dare to push the old couple's daughter to the ground and bully her, so he had to endure it.
At ten o'clock in the night, a strong wind swept over Fujiawan. The grass and trees in the courtyard were shaking, leaves were falling, and dust was flying.
In the strong wind, a figure landed by the fountain pool, and immediately turned into a dreamlike starlight and disappeared.
Outside the study door, Zhang Yuanqing took off his gloves as a blaster and knocked on the door.
"Dong dong~"
Soon, the brown solid wood double doors opened automatically, and Fu Qingyang, dressed in white as snow, sat upright behind the desk, looking at him with deep eyes.
Zhang Yuanqing walked straight in, looked around and said, "Boss, where are the people?"
He didn't see the figure of the demigod president.
Fu Qingyang picked up something on the table and shot it with shaking hands.
Zhang Yuanqing caught it steadily and took a closer look. It was a black jade talisman with an oily texture. The front was engraved with a void channel that looked like a wormhole, and the back was engraved with incomprehensible spiritual patterns.
"Crush it." Fu Qingyang said.
The president is not here. Even if they are both lawful organizations, they cannot be completely trusted. The most basic precautions are still necessary. The pattern behind this jade talisman is similar to my teleportation talisman, but it is more complicated.
Quality should be higher
Zhang Yuanqing did not hesitate. He exerted force with his fingertips and crushed the oily black jade with a click.
The next second, he saw Fu Qingyang's figure quickly disappear, and the scene in the study quickly faded. After a ripple-like ripple, he appeared in a spacious and bright room.
Luxurious large private room in nightclub!
The big screen showed scenes of beauties dancing in ancient costumes. The marble table was filled with drinks, fruits and snacks. There was also a table tennis table in the leisure room.
The patterned marble floor tiles reflect the light and are bright.
Facing the big screen is a zigzag sofa. A man wearing a burgundy suit and a half-faced silver mask is sitting lazily on the sofa.
This somewhat coquettish-looking man, who must be the president, hugged two bare-shouldered beauties and enjoyed the drinks and snacks they fed him.
On the sofas on both sides were beauties wearing tank tops and miniskirts.
They put their legs together and crossed their hands on their abdomens, sitting elegantly and dignifiedly.
What way? Zhang Yuanqing stood there, confused for a long time, and asked tentatively: "Are you, Mr. President?"
"First time we meet, hello, hello."
Mr. President pushed aside the beauties and greeted him warmly. He put his arm around Zhang Yuanqing's shoulders familiarly and said, "The atmosphere is good. This is a place for men to talk. We don't call anyone."
The beauties beside the sofa all stood up and stood in a row, with charming voices:
"I've met Mr. Tianzun~"
Zhang Yuanqing felt that he knew how to socialize, but the scene before him made him completely confused as to how to answer the conversation.
The meeting he understood was in a treasure house filled with treasures and props. The president of the merchant guild stood on the top of the treasure mountain, looking down at him coldly.
Appreciate his behavior of returning the props, and then give him the coveted reward.
No matter how bad it is, the Merchant Guild is not a Western organization. It should be a steeple church under the moonlit night, with the president sitting on the papal throne, coldly overlooking the pilgrims.
Then in the name of God, rewards are given.
In short, this meeting should be full of force and majesty, which is consistent with the status of a demigod.
Why did it become a large private room in a nightclub?
Those who didn’t know better thought that the demigod president was bringing Yuanshi Tianzun to visit prostitutes.
"dislike?"
Seeing Yuanshi Tianzun dumbfounded, Mr. President touched his chin and thought, "Should we change a batch?"
"Ah, no, no need." Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand repeatedly.
He is still a little reserved in front of demigods. If an ant is not afraid in front of an elephant, it would be arrogant.
He cautiously gave his opinion: "President, how about we just talk about business directly?"
The president, who was wearing a silver mask, thought for a while and sighed:
"I understand, the girls I invited are not beautiful enough. Next time I will pay to hire girls from the Beauty God Association to accompany you."
Ah, this is a deal? Zhang Yuanqing imagined Annie's beauty and felt that he could not refuse the girl from the Beauty God Association.
"Snapped!"
The president snapped his fingers: "Exile!"
In the crisp lingering sound, the girls in the private room disappeared suddenly, as if they had never appeared.
The president, who was wearing a burgundy suit, returned to the sofa, leaned back lazily, and said with a smile:
"Thank you very much for helping me find the fragment of the Light Compass."
Zhang Yuanqing understood, and consciously took out the golden compass and presented it with both hands.
Mr. President reached out and took it, rubbed it a few times and said with emotion:
"If the compass fragments are not reunited, there will be no meaning, but if you have it, you will have gaming capital."
He turned his hand and put the compass into his inventory, then spread it out, and there was an extra stamp in his hand.
To be precise, it looks like a stamp.
Zhang Yuanqing looked at it carefully and saw that on the front of the stamp, the words "Wanjie Trading Company" were written in dark blue ink. They were not in Chinese, but in an unknown font.
But Zhang Yuanqing could understand it.
The edges of the stamps are also painted with exquisite patterns in dark blue ink.
"It's yours." Mr. President handed it over.
Zhang Yuanqing took the stamp with anticipation and was silent for a few seconds before the item information emerged:
[Name: Wanjie Commercial Bank Exchange Ticket (Type A)]
[Type: Voucher]
[Function: Exchange]
[Introduction: Class A exchange tickets can only be exchanged for power.]
[Note: It has the final say on what to use for transactions.]
It was so brief, unprecedentedly brief. Zhang Yuanqing quickly read the item information. The last one that was so brief was the Fallen Holy Grail.
An item with lengthy information may not be unvalued, but an item with only a few sentences must be very valuable.
"This exchange ticket is a treasure that I have treasured for many years. I can only get one every ten years." The president picked up the glass, tasted the light yellow whiskey, and said:
"It can only be exchanged for power. For example, you can use the best materials and props from the saint stage to trade with it, and it will give you the same level of power.
"When you have a large number of useless props and materials, its role will become apparent. There is no upper limit for exchange. You can sacrifice dominator-level props or even demigod-level props, and it will also give you the corresponding level of power.
"But there are three points to keep in mind. One: Saints cannot withstand the power of the Lord, and the Lord cannot withstand the power of the Demigod. The consequence of skipping the level exchange is to return to the spiritual realm.
"Two: The redeemer can only be the ticket holder. I heard that Bill sold you that causal prop? What I want to tell you is that you cannot let the Inferi wear human skin and use the redemption ticket."
"Third, the exchange ticket has its own ideas. It will choose what you want from you instead of being specified by you. You can agree or refuse."
Can't let the Infernal Corpse use it instead? Those who can restrain the causal props must be higher-level causal props. Zhang Yuanqing rubbed the paper exchange ticket and vaguely guessed the level of Wanjie Trading Company.
Using props and materials in exchange for strength is indeed very suitable for the businessman profession.
Well, it’s also suitable for big dog owners like Fu Qingyang.
For ordinary travelers who have no savings, this exchange ticket is of little value, but I do have a lot of dominator-level materials on me, as well as materials worth hundreds of millions. At the critical moment, using saint-stage materials in exchange for strength is a
Good life-saving means
Not to mention the distance, I prepared a few level 5 and 6 props and exchanged them with Wanjie Commercial Bank to obtain the corresponding power. Even if I face the divine generals of Bishop Bing, I am not afraid anymore.
If the master wants to kill me, I will also have the support to die together.
Zhang Yuanqing realized the value of the exchange ticket. This is a treasure that can make people explode into the small universe. These days, except for the protagonists of Destiny, most ordinary people can only be incompetent and furious, not even qualified to fight.
In our world, the level gap may be equalized by external forces, but the stage gap is insurmountable.
Even though Yuanshi Tianzun is full of treasures, if he really meets the master, he will be killed with just one finger.
It’s amazing that he received the comment “What a hand-gripping insect”.
But this exchange ticket can improve the evaluation to the level of "fuck, blood loss", and even exchange it for one at the limit.
And its greatest value is that if he is promoted to a master in the future, he can use krypton gold to compete with the peak master, even if only once.
If he were promoted to demigod, he could fight three!
The higher the level, the greater the value of the redemption ticket.
Not bad. Zhang Yuanqing thought happily, and then asked about the second purpose of this meeting:
"I heard from Elder Fu that you relied on this exchange ticket to defeat three demigods?"
The smile at the corner of Mr. President’s mouth suddenly disappeared and he sighed:
"Don't mention this. Most of my life's savings were wiped out. From then on, I lived a poor life of eating cornstarch and green onions. It took many years for me to become rich again."
"Elder Fu asked me to ask you something," Zhang Yuanqing said without changing his expression:
"He was investigating the Bright Compass incident a while ago and noticed an organization calling itself 'Xiaoyao'. Well, do you know about this organization? Do you have any clues?"
After asking, he muttered in his heart: Boss, you have to take the blame.
If Yuanshi Tianzun asks about Xiaoyao Organization, many problems will be exposed.
But when asked by Fu Qingyang, the elder of the Five Elements Alliance and the ambitious son of heaven, it seemed reasonable and reasonable.
The president of the "Xiaoyao Organization" touched his chin, recalled for a long time, and said: "Oh, are they the four shrimp soldiers and crab generals who call themselves the Sun Twins and the Shadow Twins?"
That’s too much! Zhang Yuanqing nodded:
"Yes, those are the four shrimp soldiers and crab generals. Do you know them?"
"I haven't had much dealings with you", the president once again fell into memories:
"The Sun Twins are the Musician and the Night-Wandering God, both of whom are peak masters. Of the Shadow Twins, one is the Night-Wandering God, and the other is not clear. There were too many demigods and masters participating in the fight at that time, so I didn't pay much attention."
"Did they grab the compass fragments?" Zhang Yuanqing asked hurriedly.
"Yes! And it's the most important fragment." Mr. President said: "I remembered that they were following the old marshal of the White Tiger Soldiers. Because of that core fragment, the old marshal became the target of public criticism.
, died in the battle, and the core fragment was taken away by the Xiaoyao organization."
The amount of information is a bit large, so let me take a good look at it. Zhang Yuanqing didn’t speak again, thinking silently.
Among the Shadow Twins, there is the Night God, which fits the name. He can participate in the fight for the compass, and his level is not low. This kind of character is actually easy to check.
But the other person actually doesn’t even know the demigod president?
The president will definitely not pay too much attention to "shrimp soldiers and crab generals", but it also shows that the one among the shadow twins has special concealment methods.
According to Zhang Yuanqing's understanding, among the major local professions, the profession that is good at concealment and elusiveness is the illusionist.
No, the Xiaoyao Organization is responsible for protecting the world, so how could it be involved with an evil profession?
Because he was asking on behalf of Fu Qingyang, he did not dare to dwell on it for too long, as this would reveal his familiarity with Xiaoyao Organization, so he suppressed his surging thoughts and brought up the topic of exchange tickets.
"President, how do I redeem it? It doesn't seem to be interested in what I have on me."
Mr. President smiled and said:
"That's because it doesn't belong to you yet."
Zhang Yuanqing understood, put the "stamp" in the inventory, took it out, and held it on his fingertips.
The next second, he saw a dialog box pop up on the stamp:
[Exchange items: Taiyin origin fragments.]
【agree or not?】
Zhang Yunqing stared blankly at the pop-up dialog box, with only one word left in his mind: Fuck!!
He was frightened by the exchange ticket.
It's like, you meet a beggar on the road, he pulls you and says: I know you, your father is Zhang Zizhen, your spiritual ID is Zhang Tianshi, one of the Lieyang Twins of the Xiaoyao organization, your spiritual ID is Yuanshi Tianzun, and on the surface you are the Five Elements Alliance
member, secretly his identity is the descendant of the Demon King.
