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Chapter 7 Congratulations to the host friend +1

"It's beyond stupid."

"Don't worry about what a bunch of mediocre people think."

A contemptuous voice sounded, and a young man in his twenties came over, with deep features and extremely bright eyes.

He looked at Dou Changsheng, showed a friendly smile, and said with a smile: "Use the ninth-level physical training realm to capture the eighth-level Qi training realm."

"Such an ability is relatively rare even among my six sects."

"What kind of broom star is just the jealousy of mediocre people."

During this period of time, Feng Ping was suffering, as if he was a lone star of evil, annoying people and dogs. It would be fine if Dou Changsheng really tried to trick them. The key is that Dou Changsheng not only didn't do it, he didn't even think about it.

Now that someone who understood him finally appeared, Dou Changsheng was moved. He was a close friend.

One is intentional and the other is intentional.

The relationship between the two grew rapidly.

Ding! Congratulations to the host friend for +1.

Only then did he wake up to Dou Changsheng, who was chatting freely.

Looking up at the sky, Dou Changsheng said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Brother Zheng, I have to go see the chief catcher."

Zheng Shiming smiled and said: "Don't bother me so much. The matter of being promoted to Silver Medal Agent was already settled yesterday."

"Today, I went to the arsenal to pick up the flying bird uniform and the Renyi sword, and then I just reported to the chief catcher."

"Will this work?"

Dou Changsheng showed hesitation, and Zheng Shiming replied smoothly: "Okay."

He stretched out his hand and gently pulled Dou Changsheng, and he was already walking towards the arsenal.

Bang bang bang!!!!

Continuous tapping sounds sounded.

The heavy iron door made a dull sound.

After a while, an impatient voice came out, the voice was relatively high-pitched: "Who is it?"

The heavy iron door slowly opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard, leaning on the iron door. He was as thin as a hemp pole.

With his chapped and white lips, the tip of his tongue lightly pursed his lips, and he looked at Zheng Shiming and said:

"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be the chief catcher's son, Little Zheng, the catcher."

Zheng Shiming pointed at Dou Changsheng and said, "General Manager Zhao."

"Dou Changsheng has been promoted to Silver Badge Detective. Come here to receive the Bird Suit and Renyi Sword."

Manager Zhao's narrow eyes narrowed when he looked at Dou Changsheng, a bright smile emerged, and he said with a smile: "It turns out that he is the broom star who defeated the ninth grade and the eighth grade."

"I heard that every time I go on a mission, my companions will be killed. Is this true?"

Manager Zhao looked curious.

"There is no such thing. It's all slander."

Zheng Shiming answered on behalf of Dou Changsheng, his voice was decisive and crisp.

Manager Zhao showed disappointment as he did not get the gossip he was most concerned about. He stopped caring about Dou Changsheng and Zheng Shiming and walked straight into the arsenal.

A young man wearing a small hat had already walked out with clothes and a knife in his hands, handing the things to Dou Changsheng.

Looking at the big iron door that had been closed again, Zheng Shiming explained to Dou Changsheng: "Silver-badged head catcher, bird suit, benevolent and righteous sword."

"The flying bird suit is woven from Nanzhou Longling silk and is embossed with Suzhou white bird. It is specially made by Tiangong Division, one of the six divisions. It is invulnerable and can protect the heart."

"Although the flying bird suit is soft and thin, it cannot be damaged by sharp blades. The material of Renyi knife is special. The blade has been polished thousands of times and coated with the blood of strange beasts. It is extremely sharp and the wound will not heal."

"Both are treasures and have reached the level of spiritual weapons."

Zheng Shiming was like a close brother, constantly explaining to Dou Changsheng, and at the same time led Dou Changsheng to the chief arresting place.

The chief catcher was dressed in a unicorn uniform. He was calm and intimidating, and exuded a sense of authority from his whole body, giving people the impression that he was very difficult to get along with.

After seeing Dou Changsheng, he said calmly: "The Silver Medal Detective is already a seventh-rank official. He enjoys a monthly quota of elixirs. The God of Wealth Conference will be held in three days. Forget the silver reward, I will give you a qualification for the God of Wealth Conference."

God of Wealth Conference.

Dou Changsheng knew this.

This was a conference that caused a sensation in the city of God.

According to legend, it was organized by the God of Wealth Pavilion as a money-distributing activity.

As long as you are qualified to participate, you will receive a thousand taels of silver, which can be spent in many stores under the name of Caishen Pavilion.

The God of Wealth Conference held once a year is deeply loved by all the gods.

After all, who doesn’t like free money?

This quota is worth real money, and it is not only that, I heard that it also has a series of other benefits.

Recently, there is a lot of relevant news everywhere, and the hype is overwhelming.

When Dou Changsheng heard that he had obtained the qualification, his heart skipped a beat.

"In local areas, a silver medal police officer can serve as the chief police officer of a county and be in charge of criminal matters. In the divine capital, he can also be in charge of a group of police officers."

"But good steel must be used on the blade. Our Zhuquefang ranks fourth among the thirty-six fongs of the divine capital, and there are many dignitaries living there."

"There are four squads, A, B, C and D, all of which are composed of elites. The police officers with gold medals are the chiefs, and the officers with silver medals are the soldiers. They are responsible for investigating serious cases."

"Zheng Shiming is the head catcher of Class A, so you should go to Class A."

"promise!"

Dou Changsheng responded, saw the chief catcher waving his hand, turned around and strode away.

The serious expression of the chief catcher was soothing, and his hard lines were softened. He looked at Zheng Shiming with kind eyes and began to persuade him: "Broom Xingyi said, although it is false, Dou Changsheng has sacrificed every time he goes on a mission after joining the job.

."

"It's better to have less contact with this kind of people, and it's best to be transferred to Class B."

"The ancestor of the Dou family, Dou Ping'an, is the fourth true successor of the Jiuyouming Sect. We, the Zheng family, are just ordinary disciples of the Jiuyouming Sect. If Emperor Taizu hadn't established the Six Sects and our ancestors had taken advantage of the situation, we would have been like the Dou family.

It has long since declined.”

"Now that we have the opportunity to obtain the inheritance of the Dou family and complement our Zheng family's heritage, this is an opportunity for our Zheng family to take a further step forward."

"Only with a third-grade Grandmaster, our Zheng family can gain the right to speak among the six gates."

The chief catcher looked at the ambition in Zheng Shiming's eyes and couldn't help but shook his head slightly and said: "The Dou family has been in decline for more than a year. Don't have too much hope if you count on the Dou family."

"You should be honest and collect your heart, open up the mysterious gate of heaven and earth, open up the Dharma veins, turn Gang Qi into magic power, break through to the sixth level, and set foot in the middle third level."

"If you can get on the list, even if you are at the bottom, you will get a lot of resources from the six doors."

"Martial arts is about moving forward without hesitation. If you make calculations and calculations like this, too many distracting thoughts will affect the future."

Zheng Shiming kept nodding his head and acknowledged the sermon: "After the God of Wealth Conference, I will begin to practice hard in seclusion and strive to enter the third grade of middle school as soon as possible and compete for the list of people."

"Go back and get ready."

After Zheng Shiming turned around, his back was to the chief catcher, with a nonchalant look on his face. It was obvious that he had not listened to this set of sermons.

The chief catcher sighed.

This son is just too smart.

It doesn't make people worry.


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