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Killing Lin Kun was not originally the basis of this mission. The basis of the mission was Musa and Barbaria. The ultimate goal was to destroy China's diplomatic relations with Myanmar and Pakistan.
But the shapely blond man Lean and the tall and powerful silver-haired man Cashaw are the top killers from the World League of Killers.
High-commission tasks are to killers what blood in the sea is to sharks. Excellent killers kill people, especially for the high commissions.
Killers of the level of Lean and Cashaw have so much money that they will never be able to spend it all in their next life, but the commission is still important, which represents the status of a killer.
Some time ago, the World Killer Alliance sent a group of high-level killers to China. One was to capture two killers, Angelina and Kardashian, who had escaped from China.
In addition, we must kill Lin Kun who dared to instigate them and take them in.
Of course, there is a huge bounty behind this...
But as a result, all the people they sent to China to assassinate were killed, and Sylph, known as the Silver Fox of the West, whom they both fell in love with at the same time, was also killed!
This account was naturally placed on Lin Kun's head by Lean and Kashaw, and they took the initiative to invite Ying to come to China.
The previous Sylph and the other Black Feather were all S-level beings in the Killer League, while Rean and Kashaw were S+-level beings in the Killer League.
Sylph also has another identity, she is Angelina, Kardashian's master. She is over forty years old. Not only does she have an outstanding appearance, but she also has a good temperament.
The reason why Lean and Kashaw fell in love with Sylph was not because of anything else, but because of the strong bloodline. Only when an excellent man is with an excellent woman can the child he gives birth to be equally excellent or better.
Excellence, this concept originated from their Western aristocratic inheritance theory.
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Lin Kun and his party walked out of the narrow alley. The battlefield was in a mess and people were dying. Lin Kun didn't panic and called Zhou Weiguo and asked him to send someone to clean up the mess.
Outside the narrow alley, people were still coming and going and it was bustling. When the group of people on the street saw Lin Kun and the others, they all had a look of awe on their faces.
In front of the stall of the middle-aged fat boss just now, the fat boss who had been beaten was covering his cheeks and making noises in pain. His two sons also ended up not doing well. They were only more injured than their father.
It's heavy, but young people have good endurance, and it's not as scary as what I said.
"Boss, how do you sell this jar?"
Lin Kun smiled and said to the boss. The boss was angry and aggrieved. He didn't raise his head and just said: "No, no, no business today."
The jar Lin Kun was pointing at was the most inconspicuous one in the entire stall. When the boss wanted to raise the price just now, he was pointing to this clay jar.
The stall owner had a bad attitude. Lin Kun didn't share the same attitude as him. He smiled and didn't say much. The stall owner's two well-developed sons looked at Lin Kun in shock, and then hurriedly rushed to their father.
Pushed.
"Dad, it's him."
"It's the boss just now."
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After the two sons finished speaking, the stall owner immediately realized that something was wrong. He stopped covering his face and looked over with a stiff neck.
"Hello, big brother!"
The face of the stall owner definitely changed faster than turning the pages of a book. As a businessman, the most important thing is to be able to bend and stretch. This fat stall owner is a good person. It is true that he feels angry when he suffers a loss, but he also needs to be able to offend others.
Dear friends, if you can't afford to offend, then you can't use force. It's best to turn hostility into friendship.
Even if he scolded Lin Kun in his heart, the smile on his face must be true.
"I want this."
Lin Kun smiled and pointed to the small clay jar on the stall, "How much does it cost?"
When the fat owner of the stall saw that Lin Kun wanted to do business with him, the merchant's treachery was engraved in his bones. Even though he had just been beaten and had a better memory, he still quickly made a small calculation in his mind.
Lin Kun grinned and said, "Brother, are you kidding me? This little clay jar is actually..."
"Can't buy it!"
Before the stall owner could finish speaking, Barbaria stood up. This girl had no good impression of the fat stall owner at all, so she stopped in front of Lin Kun.
This scene also attracted the attention of other people on the street. Everyone had seen the conflict between the two parties just now. Half the street was almost involved, and now they want to continue the transaction. It's kind of interesting!
Lin Kun smiled and said to Barbaria: "Miss Barbaria, I know you are prejudiced against this boss. He was beaten just now. The porcelain you just looked at was fake and he wanted to treat it as real."
He wants to sell it, but the clay jar is not in good condition, so even if he wants to ask for a high price, he has to weigh it carefully."
Barbaria's face was unhappy, "It's such a piece of shit, why would you..."
Before Barbaria could finish her words, Lin Kun winked at her implicitly. Although Barbaria didn't quite understand what it meant, she felt that Lin Kun had a reason.
"Three...three thousand yuan!"
The fat stall owner gritted his teeth and held up three fingers. This piece of shit wasn't even worth thirty yuan, and he didn't know who had forced it on him. Anyway, he didn't pay for it.
It was sent here together with other items.
Three thousand yuan, the reason why I dare to charge this price is based on one principle. (One Zero)
As long as it is open for business, as long as it is something that the customer wants to buy, you must dare to ask for the price. If the customer takes the initiative to ask for it, it proves that the item must have other very useful uses for the customer, or that it is just something that the customer likes.
The group of people in front of me are by no means simple. Three thousand dollars is a bit too little, but thirty thousand dollars is even better.
"make a deal!"
Lin Kun agreed happily, took out his bank card and handed it to the stall owner, "Can I swipe my card?"
"Can……"
The stall owner was a little embarrassed. He couldn't believe that this guy who was so skilled and not as simple as he looked on the surface, could it be that he had a bad head? He paid three thousand yuan for this piece of shit.
Do you really want it?
I thought I would have room for bargaining, so I sold it at the lowest price of 2,800 yuan.
Can……
The people around him all cast strange glances, looking at Lin Kun as if he were looking at a fool. Sure enough, he had a simple head and well-developed limbs.
Even some of the stall owners in the surrounding area began to think of themselves as Xiao Jiujiu. Their stalls did not have such low-quality things, but there were many in the narrow alleys behind them, and they were also found in the toilets of every house.
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This kind of thing is so common. Even if it is explicitly prohibited by China, there are so many old haters fighting against it all year round. Some people in the Central Plains Basin could dig up ancient tombs while farming in the early years, and their families would take out antiques.
The money from the sale is worth more than the crops grown for ten years, so other people will follow suit. (Zero One)
People who are not professionals will move things out when they see the things in the tombs. How come there are so many tombs of princes and nobles? Many of them are the tombs of ordinary people or Qingfeng officials. In the tombs, ordinary clay jars are everywhere.
, were tricked into the city of Yanjing by those people who did not understand antiques and culture...
The money was delivered to me. Three thousand yuan was meat. The stall owner took the bank card in a hurry. Even if he was a little slow, he would be afraid that the piece of meat would fly out of his mouth.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, an old man wearing a Tang suit and a goatee walked in from the crowd... (To be continued)