Wang Jin smiled and nodded, calling Wangcai back before his secret was revealed.
After checking the value of his cards, he couldn't help but sigh.
It has doubled five or six times.
And there are some trends where supply exceeds demand.
"No wonder Xingkong said it will take a while before the next card is played. He is probably thinking of making a lot of money."
Sighing softly, Wang Jin suddenly felt envious of those goblins in the Art Association.
Even if they only take a small portion of the handling fee, the benefits gained are quite huge.
On the other hand, as a client, he could only get about five thousandths.
But Wang Jin is already very satisfied.
Coupled with the money I got from a lucky person before, I can at least maintain the operation of the pile of medical equipment at home, and I can even be a little wealthy.
From now on, I can add an extra egg to the pancakes in the morning.
"Well...just save the rest."
Wang Jin nodded while thinking this.
He knew very well that he was exchanging his life for money, and he would fall into the abyss of death if he took even half a step.
The ancient gods and doctors are all ready to make a move.
Wang Jin was trapped in too deep and could no longer escape.
It would also be good to leave more savings for the family.
As for whether Wang Jue can be found...
Unless a miracle happens.
The young man smiled helplessly and looked towards the excited audience.
In just one month, he had seen so many things that he had never dared to imagine before.
Distortion, chaos, blood, death.
Wang Jin has gradually become accustomed to the days of crisis, but he is still a little uncomfortable when he suddenly settles down.
It's like running wildly in the dark night. Once you stop, you will be swallowed up by fear and never have the courage to move forward.
Coupled with this ridiculously excited crowd, he felt like there was a small gap between himself and the world.
Although it is not very eye-catching, it actually exists.
Everyone knows about the new star in the world of ghost stories, but no one comes to say hello to this troubled high school student.
Teenagers in adolescence will occasionally feel sad.
"Hey, kid."
A big and generous hand patted Wang Jin's shoulder, making him grimace in pain.
"Why this expression?"
Han Dong looked at Wang Jin. He didn't understand why the famous new star in the world of ghost stories looked lonely.
"Hmm...maybe I'm a little tired."
Wang Jin shook his head and signaled to Han Dong that he was fine.
"I'm here."
The Eyes of the Ancient God moved slightly, and a familiar warmth came from behind.
Azi leaned gently on the young man's back, as if murmuring.
The interior of the Furnace Bolt was shrouded in the secret ritual of Zaratul, which made her feel a little uncomfortable as a weirdo.
But he still stood up immediately after noticing Wang Jin's abnormality.
The shadows under his feet boiled, and Xiao Hei and Mirror Ghost rubbed against Wang Jin's legs.
Like a docile and obedient big dog, it barks.
"Over there!"
A familiar voice sounded, and the fox-eared girl led a large group of people to the judges' table.
"Why are you all here?"
Wang Jin turned his head, with confusion on his face.
"Of course I'm asking for autographs from big stars."
Hu Xiaobei took out a small book and stuffed it into Wang Jin's arms, showing a sly smile.
"Your autograph will probably be worth a lot of money when you get rich, so give it to me too."
Zhao Guangming curled his lips while holding a cigarette, and put his bandaged arm on Wang Jin's shoulder.
"Smoking is not allowed here."
Mustache glared at Zhao Guangming, seeming very unhappy.
The latter also showed an arrogant expression, and quickly compromised after realizing whose territory this was.
"Are you here to get an autograph too?"
Wang Jin looked at Li Hui helplessly. This little girl didn't have a competition today, so she was dressed very beautifully.
"I'm here to invite you to dinner, just the two of us."
Li Hui shook her head, a blush appearing on her already pretty face.
"Hey...I'd better sign it for you."
Wang Jin endured the strange feeling and wrote his name on the paper, only to find that Hu Xiaobei stuffed it into his pocket casually.
"Really, do you have to use this strange method?"
After being stunned for a moment, Wang Jin suddenly realized that they didn't really want something like autographs.
They just saw that the young man was unhappy, but they were too embarrassed to comfort him.
So I could only use this clumsy and lame method to appear next to Wang Jin to wash away the sadness.
If a group of people are running side by side in the dark, fear will disappear.
Wang Jin suddenly found that the rift between himself and the world had just been filled by them.
He looked at his companions beside him and didn't say anything disgusting, just raised his eyebrows.
Something is wrong.
"Where's Leonard?"
"I have diarrhea. I don't know what I ate."
Hu Xiaobei shook his head, looking innocent.
"Um…"
Feeling his stomach suddenly churn, Wang Jin left tremblingly.
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"This kid really has a group of good friends."
In the director's office, the long-haired man looked at the monitor and muttered quietly.
Ma Yao stood aside respectfully, rarely becoming serious.
This director has not paid attention to anyone for a long time. The last person to receive such treatment was Zhao Guangming.
At this time, you must pay attention to your words and deeds, otherwise you will look like a waste in the light of that young man.
"Are you worried about him losing his humanity?"
Ma Yao filled a teacup of Erguotou for the director and asked in a low voice.
He is responsible for contacting Wang Jin on behalf of the governing bureau, and there is definitely no harm in asking for more advice.
"oh?"
The long-haired man raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest.
"I've seen the power he has with my own eyes."
Ma Yao lowered his eyebrows and reported his thoughts to the director.
"That kind of power is too powerful and is not what humans should have."
"And too much power..."
At this point, the man who had fought with Guitaan on the front line shut his mouth.
I can't go on talking any more.
"You've become smarter, kid."
The director smiled and signaled Ma Yao not to be so nervous.
"Do you think he looks familiar?"
"There is no trace of Kaitan's bloodline, but he has terrifying strength."
"And his surname is Wang..."
Ignoring Ma Yao's doubtful eyes, the director took the teacup in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.
"It's too boring to continue fighting like this. Let's change the rules later."
The man seemed to only think for a moment before turning around and issuing this order that sounded like child's play.
"It's time to give away those less powerful secret rituals."
Ma Yao was stunned for a moment, then nodded and hurriedly turned around and left.
The long-haired man also placed a small teacup opposite, as if he was drinking with someone.
"I've given you something, it depends on his ability how much he can receive."