Seeing the appearance of Xu Zhi and Gu Yuxi, Xiao Wang, who returned to Hua'an City, felt sad. He increasingly felt that it was difficult to mingle in the ruins, and family members such as Shang Qianqiu and Xia Tienan did not know what kind of training they participated in during the winter vacation.
, I guess it’s not easy.
As the school year approached, Gu Baobao entered school early and came to the hospital every three days. He didn't have the guts to go to the principal's house, but he still had the courage to come to the hospital.
"Come on, little bun"
Knowing that with the help of the Xia family, this former high school classmate has almost reached the level of a basic practitioner, Xu Zhi also sighed slightly at the role of resources. When talent meets resources, a strong spark will collide and open up a new world for people.
Quick passage.
It's not that many people at the bottom are inferior to the children of aristocratic families, but that their births determine their starting points, and the difficulty of moving up is also different.
"Xu Zhi, is Yunling Academy good?"
"Okay, of course. It's just that the weather is a bit hot."
"I will also take the exam to that school in the future."
"Junior year is waiting for you."
Xiao Wang and Xiao Shang can still try their best to skip a grade, but there is no possibility for Gu Baobao. The accumulation of knowledge and the improvement of abilities never happen overnight. Shang Qianqiu and others can try to skip a grade because of the previous ten years.
If you have accumulated enough and have a strong foundation, you can save a year by skipping grades. But for most teenagers, an extra year of high school is an extra year of growth.
One sword and one sword to travel to the end of the world (Yan Jinbai): It’s a happy winter vacation. Having enough money really makes me happy physically and mentally. I’ve read a few more books. Studying makes me happy. By the way, school is about to start. When will you come back?
Principal, spare your life (Xu Zhi): I’ll be recovering from my injuries in a few days.
Principal, please forgive me (Gu Yuxi): We will come back when our bodies recover.
The two of them each sent a photo of the ward. It is always necessary to take more photos of this kind. It is very useful for asking for leave or evading some things.
"Tsk, you guys who are practicing sparring, wait a minute, you were bombed, your hands were broken. Why do I feel something is wrong? Did you go to a good place?"
After looking at the photos, Yan Jinbai's hindsight started to come into play, and he kept looking for various clues in the photos.
"There doesn't seem to be any ruins suitable for us at this time in the country. You guys have sneaked into some mysterious place without me. It's so uninteresting. I hate you."
With deep resentment, Yan Jinbai burst into tears. Rather than learning to be happy, he would rather roll into the ruins and get hurt.
"I asked you once, and you said I would only go if I could make money. I was too embarrassed to drag you..."
In terms of money alone, if he had not obtained the Vulcan Sword, Xu Zhi felt that he would still be at a slight loss, especially one of his trump cards, the advanced blindness scroll, which he originally planned to use on giant beasts such as demons and hydras.
, or fighting humans in the real world, this scroll can destroy an enemy, and it may be more useful than firearms.
Of course, he can accept the current results. The Vulcan Sword is very good, and there is no better harvest than this. If it is thrown into Nan'ao, some swordsman masters may cry and beg to buy it.
"I am already very rich. I am not short of money anymore. I have money now. Money is nothing. Relics are the most important. They can improve my strength. I am so jealous now. I find that I am ugly. Please
care."
Yan Jinbai took a stinky photo and came over. The guy also withdrew a lot of cash and placed two big words "rich" next to his desk.
"Consume one A77, one F831, two grenade blasters, one steel rod, one scroll (please highlight), and one relic potion (please highlight)."
"I lost my relic sword. Of course, my junior brother gave me another one. I enjoyed it. I also consumed several nutrition bars and energy bars. Pure and unblended ones, used for healing."
Xu Zhi and Gu Yuxi posted the list, and Yan Jinbai's heart suddenly went cold when he saw it. These piles of items were all money, and the two of them were still recovering in the hospital, so it was another waste of money.
"You two are going bankrupt, right? If you play like this, all the money Du Qiujiao earned will be used up." Yan Jinbai was dumbfounded.
"The ruins make me happy. By the way, Jin Bai, if you want to go next year, we can go in together. We are familiar with that place now."
"I can't afford to go, I can't afford to go, your place is a scam."
Yan Jinbai's excitement about having tens of millions of dollars in his hands suddenly dropped a lot. For example, the A77 electric rifle is a specific type of firearm for experts and even masters. One can cost nearly one million. The F831 is not that expensive, costing nearly two hundred thousand.
, the grenade blaster costs 80,000 yuan each, and Xu Zhi’s handmade steel rod costs 80,000 to 100,000 yuan.
Yan Jinbai, the other two key figures, didn't know how to calculate it, but the relic potion was generally recognized as five million apiece. He didn't know how Xu Zhi was sure it could be used, or whether he was forced to use it in a desperate situation.
"I got a bunch of swords and shields in there. See if anyone wants to buy them. I want some blood back."
The school sells relic weapons well. These ordinary weapons are suitable for people at this stage. If Yan Jinbai comes forward, his reputation is guaranteed, so some children of small families don't have to worry about buying some fakes.
"By the way, we got a good sword, an awesome sword, worth more than a poisonous horn."
"Enjoyed the effect similar to two psychedelic towers."
Xu Zhi and Gu Yuxi sang together, which made Yan Jinbai's heart go up and down. When the trump card was revealed, his little heart couldn't stand it anymore. Looking at the word "rich" he put on his desk, Yan Jinbai felt
I think it's more appropriate to pose as a 'stupid'. Why was all I thought about making money in the first place? Xu Zhi asked himself that he was a pig.
"Uncle Xu, Grandma Gu, I will subsidize weapons next year, please bring them."
Yan Jinbai typed out the message and felt his hands trembling. According to Xu Zhi's standards for carrying weapons, the scale of the conflict in this ruins was not low. If he wanted to buy all the equipment, he would have to go back to the Yan family and be slaughtered next year.
Input does not equal output, but if you don’t invest, you will definitely gain nothing, and the 18 million dollar bag will seem to be empty all of a sudden.
Yan Jinbai suddenly understood why Yan Xuankong had thrown him out. Money must be earned and spent. Constant investment is accompanied by constant output. During this process, he slowly maintained a positive attitude.
The income from the direction will make your wealth and strength develop like a snowball.
Being in an aristocratic family, with clothes on my hands, food in my hands, and mouth to open, I lose all my accurate judgment. I only feel that I have the support of the aristocratic family, and I can bear it regardless of profit or loss. Once you develop this kind of character, the higher you go, the greater the risk.
It is very likely that one day the loss will be too much for the family to bear, and it will end up standing still, unable to make any progress, just like Tuo Guhong's family, relying purely on gambling, stubbornly holding on, and being prosperous for only a few generations. That is not what the Yan family wants.
of.
That night, the thoughts in Yan Jinbai's mind surged, and he remembered many things that he had never considered.
After staying in the hospital for several days, Xu Zhi was finally able to return to his home in An Yizhong. He now had a very important thing waiting for him.
That is the time for the opening of the Ice and Snow Cave in the Northern Xinjiang Empire. What will happen to Somla? Will he be beaten into scum by the thirteen great masters?
He stared at the demon bottle placed in the room, wondering how he could pee out of a jungle elf body with almost no physiological activity.