Wang Jin dragged his chin and his eyes jumped back and forth among the three pieces of equipment in front of him.
Most of the equipment of civil organizations comes from the black market.
Only local cowards like Tian's Building Materials will start to study how to imitate the company's technology and tinker with something of their own.
Although most experiments end in failure, there are also times when they succeed.
Three of the few successful products were placed in front of Wang Jin, waiting for him to choose.
"Look."
The young man in work clothes enthusiastically explained the function of each item to Wang Jin.
"The first one is called Yellow Spring Water."
"If you drink it, there is a 50% chance of gaining unusually strong power, and you will not be exhausted after the effect of the medicine wears off."
The staff member picked up the small bottle and showed Wang Jin the slowly flowing gray-black mist inside.
"What about the other fifty percent?"
Wang Jin took the bottle and looked at it carefully.
The black mist is mixed with silvery white particles, which looks mysterious and attractive.
"The remaining fifty percent is direct death."
The man held up his hat, his expression a little unnatural.
"Ha...as expected."
Wang Jin nodded and put the bottle back.
This was the result he expected.
After all, it is something related to ghost stories, so how can it be worthless?
This so-called yellow spring water is actually equivalent to a whole bottle of pollution.
If you are lucky, the pollution will drive people into a semi-crazy state, and they will not be afraid of death, and their strength will definitely increase.
As for not being exhausted after the effects of the medicine wear off...
In fact, it is a return to the past.
"Then I'll change it."
The staff member smiled awkwardly and reached out to pick up the second item.
It was a small piece of thin paper with something vaguely written on it.
"The business license doesn't exist...I don't know why it's called that."
"Just tear this thing into pieces, and then shout 'Back! Back! Back!' to effectively stop the movement of a certain unit."
The man was waving his hands and stamping his feet, his movements were quite magical.
"What about the negative effects?"
Wang Jin touched his chin and seemed a little moved.
"The negative effect... there is a chance of repeating this action until you die from exhaustion."
"never mind."
The young man sighed and looked away again.
Things tinkered with by non-governmental organizations are highly uncertain, which Wang Jin cannot tolerate.
It was impossible for him to leave his life to illusory probabilities.
"There is one last thing. This one has no chance of failure, but it's just not that strong."
The staff member grinned again, showing an awkward smile.
If Wang Jin really doesn't like it, it will be difficult for him to do business.
If you want to keep this month's bonus, you can only rely on this final piece of equipment.
"The engraving knife can temporarily distort reality by carving words on the tortoise shell."
"The price is pollution and having to use tortoise shells that are more than a hundred years old."
He took out the item and showed it to Wang Jin.
The whole thing looks like a ballpoint pen, except that the tip is replaced by a steel knife.
As if to demonstrate to Wang Jin, the man picked up half of a tortoise shell and began to carve it.
"etc."
The young man stretched out his hand to stop the other person, with a strange expression on his face.
He has little interest in engraving pens.
Not only is that thing difficult to carry, it also has to be combined with a tortoise shell to work.
What's more, it has to be an old tortoise shell that is more than a hundred years old. Isn't that just a waste of money?
If he really had that spare time, Wang Jin might as well just roar with the Divine Blessing.
The effect is actually the same.
What really interested him was the tortoise shell that was about to be scratched.
The tortoise shell in Shi Baibai's hand was similar to this thing, and it was also an old item.
He gets inexplicably excited when he sees something similar now.
"Let me see…"
Wang Jin squinted his eyes and carefully observed the writing on the tortoise shell.
It seems that for the convenience of use, the people from Tian's Building Materials specially polished this tortoise shell.
Most of the handwriting was blurred and he could barely make it out.
"What are you bullying? Reincarnation, extreme good and extreme evil..."
After spending a long time, he roughly deciphered all the information brought by this tortoise shell.
"It sounds confusing, is it wrong?"
Wang Jin scratched his head, his face full of confusion.
Unlike Shi Baibai and Bai Jiu, his information on the ten evils is infinitely close to zero.
This leads to the fact that Wang Jin may not be able to distinguish the clues when they are placed in front of him.
Fortunately, he is used to seizing every opportunity, so naturally he will not let go of this tortoise shell.
"Ahem, look..."
The staff waved their hands and sounded quite polite.
He couldn't understand it.
Why didn't this young man look at the strange equipment and instead muttered to a piece of bastard shell?
Is there something wrong with this guy named Wang Jin? Or does he have a unique taste?
Or maybe you just simply don’t like what you have at home?
Of course, even if he couldn't understand, he couldn't ask.
Thousands of words condensed into one sentence.
"Are you satisfied?"
The man grinned and showed a polite smile.
"satisfy."
Wang Jin nodded and spoke softly.
"I need this engraving pen."
"OK."
The man nodded again, his tone much more relaxed.
It seems that Tian Gou's father gave him an order.
"call…"
Wang Jin turned around to go back to the room, but found that the staff member just now was still standing there, with an expression on his face that he was hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong?"
Without much hesitation, Wang Jin turned around and asked.
"Um...you are Wang Jin, right? You are the Prince of Paradise, Miracle Flame, Scarlet Fury, and Monster World..."
The man gritted his teeth and spoke a long list of titles.
"Ahem, stop it, stop it."
Wang Jin waved his hand and interrupted the other party's words.
Some passers-by who didn't know the truth had already started to look this way.
"It's me, what can you do?"
After hesitating for a moment, the young man narrowed his eyes and nodded in response.
Wang Jin had some doubts about the other party's identity.
He can name that long list of names, but he doesn't recognize his own face.
This is very suspicious.
"It's really you!"
The man's eyes lit up, and his whole person seemed to suddenly take on color.
He quickly rummaged through his pockets and found a crumpled phone book and a ballpoint pen without its cap.
"My sister, she used to be a ghost story worker."
"During a mission, her spine was severely injured and she could only lie in bed for the rest of her life."
The man muttered softly and quickly flipped through the phone book.
"She always wanted to stand up and return to the world of ghost stories, but it was difficult."
"Until she saw you."
"The man who single-handedly fought against the evil spirits, successfully achieved zero casualties for the people, and created miracles."
The man took a deep breath, his voice trembling.
"She likes you very much and said that if you can create miracles, she can too."
"So, can you sign her autograph?"
After saying this, the man handed over the phone book and ballpoint pen and bowed deeply.
Wang Jin was stunned.
In just a few dozen seconds, too many things happened that he didn't expect.
He didn't expect that he would become so famous just by being a tool man.
He also didn't expect that this person who was only supported by the command bureau in order to silence others would actually be such a big encouragement to others.
Finally, he did not expect that his first official signature would be to write in a wrinkled phone book with a ballpoint pen without a cap.
But...that's nothing.
"sure."
The young man took the paper and pen with a bright smile.