Zhang Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, then typed and asked: "How do I know who is buying my news?"
Chu Kuangge typed on the opposite side and said, "How do I know who it is? That person made a bid on the black market of psychics, and the price was 200,000."
"So much money?" Zhang Qingfeng shrank slightly. He has grown up and worked hard to save money since he was a child, so he could barely go to college.
Just like this, I have to work and study on weekdays, but someone is willing to spend 200,000 to buy my own news.
What news can I have?
Having no father or mother, he studied hard and was admitted to Nanwu University.
It seems, that’s all there is to it.
Is this little thing worth two hundred thousand?
Crazy.
As for who is buying information about themselves.
It's not hard to guess. How many psychics do you know?
Those in the weird investigation team don't have to go to the black market to buy their own information.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Qingfeng understood that it was the woman who escaped that day.
That dangerous psychic.
However, Zhang Qingfeng was also confused. With so many people chasing her, why would they go out of their way to buy her information?
Could it be that he saw her appearance?
Just as he was thinking about it, Chu Kuangge sent a message: "This two hundred thousand is really easy to make. If it weren't for the lack of money, I would have sold it to you, haha."
"Don't talk about you, I even want to sell..."
Chu Kuangge comforted him: "But don't worry too much, not many people know you, let alone sell information about you."
It is said that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. No one knows this, but it is good.
"Anyway, please pay more attention to your own safety." After Chu Kuangge finished saying this, his avatar turned dark.
Zhang Qingfeng has no intention of sleeping at this time. The most urgent task now is to find a way to improve his strength as soon as possible.
On the one hand, it is the increase of spiritual power, on the other hand, it is to strengthen one's fighting ability.
In terms of enhancing spiritual power, meditation practice is a bit too slow.
He suddenly thought of the situation in the forbidden area of the library last time, which added more than 300 spiritual power points to himself in one go.
Next time a forbidden area appears, you have to think of a way.
As for combat skills, there is no shortcut, the only way is to go back and ask Yang Mu for help in training yourself.
In the evening, Zhang Qingfeng specially changed into a clean and tidy sportswear. After watching a movie with Xu Qian, he returned to the dormitory to have a good rest.
The next day, Zhang Qingfeng woke up early during the day and came to class. However, he really didn't have much interest in listening to the content in class.
During class, his cell phone suddenly received a message. After seeing this message, Zhang Qingfeng's eyes lit up.
Finally, after class was over, Zhang Qingfeng quickly ran out of the school and took a taxi to Lisheng Cleaning Company.
He opened the door with ease, went to the second floor, stood in front of Hu Lisheng's office door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Hu Lisheng's voice came from inside. After Zhang Qingfeng entered, Hu Lisheng was sitting at his desk, looking at documents. When he saw Zhang Qingfeng coming, he smiled and took out a few things from the drawer.
"This is your ID. At present, your spiritual power has not reached one thousand, and you have not reached the standard of a first-level investigator, so you are only a trainee investigator."
"When the spiritual power level is reached later, I will replace it for you."
"This is your gun. There are six bullets in total. Just ask me to replenish it after you use it."
Zhang Qingfeng quickly stepped forward, picked up his ID, looked at it, and put away his gun.
Finally, Hu Lisheng took out a beautiful rectangular iron box from under the cabinet. He slowly opened it and found a fine iron long sword lying inside.
The sword is extremely sharp and has many runes engraved on it.
"This is the weapon I applied for for you." Hu Lisheng handed the long sword and scabbard to Zhang Qingfeng.
Zhang Qingfeng's eyes lit up. This long sword was quite exquisite and seemed to be a first-class weapon.
"What's the name of this sword?" Zhang Qingfeng slowly picked up the sword and touched it gently.
"Number 10592, engraved on the side of the sword hilt."
Hu Lisheng looked at Zhang Qingfeng's inexperienced look and thought, who would have the time to name this standard weapon, but it still did not dampen Zhang Qingfeng's enthusiasm.
Hu Lisheng took out another set of clothes: "This is the uniform of our investigation team. Of course, no one cares whether you wear it or not on weekdays. However, if leaders from above come to inspect or spot check the work, you must remember to wear it and pay attention.
The faces of our Qingwu District investigation team."
Then, he took out another key: "Room 217 on the second floor is yours. If you have any items that are inconvenient to leave at school, you can put them there."
"Finally, here is 20,000 yuan in cash, which is considered your internship salary. Give me your card number later and I will send it to you on the first of every month."
"Yes, thank you, Boss Hu."
Zhang Qingfeng saw the 20,000 yuan and quickly put it away.
Hu Lisheng patted Zhang Qingfeng and said earnestly: "Do a good job. There are many young people coming and going in our investigation team. I'd better watch you."
"Yes." Zhang Qingfeng nodded and asked, "Is Brother Yang here?"
"That guy will be drinking in the training room on the third floor in the afternoon. Okay, let's go find him."
Looking at Zhang Qingfeng's leaving figure, Hu Lisheng gradually smiled. Although everyone who joined the Qingwu District investigation team would receive a sentence from him, "the most favored."
But the potential of this Qingfeng cannot be underestimated.
Zhang Qingfeng first came to room 217, temporarily placed his uniforms and guns there, and then went to the third floor.
The training room on the third floor is large, with solid wood floors, somewhat similar to a gym.
But what was piled inside was not fitness equipment, but swords, guns and sticks.
Yang Mu was drinking wine in his hand, sitting on a chair and drinking. He looked up and said, "You've finally arrived. If you come later, I'll almost be cut off."
After saying that, Yang Mu burped, rubbed his face, stood up slowly, glanced at Zhang Qingfeng's sword, and said, "Then let's start practicing the sword."
"Change the wooden sword." Yang Mu pointed to the weapon rack next to him.
For a beginner like Zhang Qingfeng, he doesn't know how to strike, let alone how to hold back his strength. Yang Mu doesn't want to get poked in a few bloody holes.
Zhang Qingfeng asked curiously: "Brother Yang, don't you have any sword manual, swordsmanship or something?"
"How can there be so much emphasis on it?" Yang Mu said slowly: "Sword manuals and sword techniques are learned since they were three or four years old. They have accumulated more than ten years of accumulation. Now I throw you sword manuals and sword techniques. Can you read them?
Do you understand?"
"First learn to walk, then learn to run. Just hold a wooden stick and wheel me around." After Yang Mu finished speaking, he took a last sip of wine, picked up a wooden sword and said, "Today, your sword touched me.
If it happens three times, I’ll invite you for team building later. If you can’t meet me, invite me.”
"Yes." Zhang Qingfeng nodded and agreed, holding the wooden sword and slashing it towards Yang Mu.