"..." The mustachioed man looked at the other party fiercely, and then cried, "First... Sir, put me down first."
Bang!
Ye Chong slapped him down with his left hand, and the man with the mustache suddenly fell to the ground on his feet and screamed repeatedly.
Whoosh!
Ye Chong then lifted it up and said, "Don't cry, I'm doing this for your own good. Put it down, it hurts."
"..." The man with the mustache said with trembling eyes, "First... Sir, the purchase price of the sky silk backpack is 98,000, I will sell it to you for 150,000."
Bang!
Ye Chong slapped his left hand down again, and amid the mustache's screams, he said calmly: "Then you just asked for 1 million, and you were bullying me, right?"
"90,000! 90,000, you take it!" The mustached man's voice changed due to pain. It was very reminiscent of a husky preparing to demolish his house. "No, no, 50,000! Take 50,000!"
No!
No!
for free!
Sent to you!"
Bang!
Ye Chong slapped him down again and said with a smile: "Send it to me? Who asked you to give it to me? You look down on me, right? I deserve a beating!"
"Don't, don't fight," the mustachioed man waved his hands wildly, "First...it doesn't matter what you say, sir."
"Okay," Ye Chong nodded slightly, "It's still the same question when I entered the store, do you have a warrior bag with a large enough capacity?
hehe.
I don't take advantage of you.
Whatever you sell at the normal price, I will buy it.
However, if I know that you lied to me, then I will come back to tease you!
besides.
If you have it here but don't sell it to me...
hehe.
Then you have seen me, I am a bird and a lunatic. At worst, I will beat the shit out of you, but I don’t mind the stink anyway.”
"No, sir, don't do this, I said." The mustached man's face was already pale with pain, and now it is even more bloodless. "But before I say anything, please put me down first."
"It's okay, don't be polite, I'm not tired." Ye Chong smiled slightly and lifted the other person up again, "You'd better tell me the answer directly."
"But I'm tired and it still hurts." The man with the mustache was almost in tears. He was grabbed by the neck and lifted up in the air. He tried to break free but couldn't. He felt like a little chicken. He was so broken.
"Oh, I thought you liked this." Ye Chong couldn't help but grin, and put down the other person, "Speak carefully.
answer my question.
Otherwise, if I accidentally break your neck, you will be inciting a crime and you will be held fully responsible."
"..." The mustachioed man swallowed in confusion, "You break my neck and make me bear...
good.
good.
I said.
There is a sky silk backpack in the store with a large capacity, which should be able to meet my husband’s requirements.”
"Oh?" Ye Chong looked at the other party with a half-smile, and moved his left hand.
"First... sir, I'm not talking about the one just now," the man with the mustache pointed to a higher place, "it's the one with a large capacity and easy to carry."
Ye Chong looked up and saw that the sky silk bag the other party was pointing to was smaller than an ordinary backpack, and it looked pitch black and wrinkled.
He didn't wait for the other party to take it, he took a step forward and grabbed it in his hand, and immediately felt a cold feeling coming over him.
"Despite its small size, it can fit into the bodies of five adults without any problem." The man with a mustache said, "Moreover, this sky silk bag is engraved with space patterns, so even if it is full of things, it doesn't look very big.
of."
"Huh?" Ye Chong couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, "I didn't expect that there is such a thing in the world?"
"Yes, it's guaranteed to be replaced if it's fake." The man with the mustache said with certainty, "It cost nearly one million.
I originally wanted to sell it for more than 5 million.
However, if you want to buy it, sir, then...just pay the purchase price."
"Haha, you do know how to do business." Ye Chong couldn't help but smile, "The purchase price was 1 million and the selling price was 5 million. How many times has it increased?
Fine.
I won't take advantage of you either.
1.1 million each.
Give me two."
"Sir, there is only one." The man with the mustache quickly waved his hand and subconsciously took half a step back. "This silk bag was shipped from abroad. There is only one piece."
"Are there any other stores?" Ye Chong frowned.
"No." The mustachioed man waved his hand, "At that time, the caravan from abroad encountered a wave of mutant beasts and suffered heavy casualties. There were not many goods left. However, I only had this one Tiansi silk bag, and I spent millions on it.
Got it back at a high price."
"Which empire did the caravan come from?" Ye Chong raised his eyebrows and then asked, "Are they still in Winter City?"
"This happened ten days ago. I don't know whether the people in the caravan are still in the winter or not." The mustached man continued, "As for which empire these people come from?
It's really hard for me to tell the difference.
After all, there are many empires around the northern border, and maybe people from distant empires are passing by, so it's really hard to judge.
In addition, before the recovery, each empire had its own language.
After the recovery, the human race is not self-taught in language. There is no distinction between Chinese and foreign languages, and even the accents are random.
So, I can’t tell from the words.”
"Haha, interesting." Ye Chong raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head, "It has traveled thousands of miles, crossed the northern border, and arrived in the cold winter. It seems that it is still a mysterious caravan."
"However, sir, we don't know the origin of the caravan, but it doesn't mean that the foreign affairs department of Lindong Mansion is unclear." The mustache stroked his beard, "Sir, if you want to know more information, I suggest you go to Lindong Mansion and ask.
Just ask."
"Haha, I'm not interested in where the caravan came from, but I'm a little curious about this kind of warrior luggage." Ye Chong slowly looked at the wrinkled black sky silk bag, "Why is there not even a place of origin logo on it?"
…
After Ye Chong came out of the mustached man's shop, he went to other shops.
It turned out just as the guy said, no one was selling that wrinkled black luggage, and there were even many shop owners who were skeptical about it.
no way.
The continued search for the black luggage can only be given up for the time being.
However, Ye Chong was not in a hurry to get to the camp, but went to the Internet cafe next to the park without giving up.
After searching above, I couldn't find any clues about the black luggage.
He was afraid that the empire's internal information would be incomplete, so he specifically bypassed the wall and browsed the network information of other empires, but found nothing.
However, when he entered the words "space pattern", the search engine suddenly listed hundreds of information.
After reading a few random articles, a look of curiosity appeared on Ye Chong's face.
"It seems that the study of spatial patterns is a trend.
So, this black luggage bag is engraved with the space pattern, does it mean that the individual, organization or empire that manufactured this luggage has taken an important step in the development of the space pattern?
But it doesn’t matter, what does this have to do with me?
hehe.
I'd better think about how to complete these many tasks.
most……
I'll find a few more people.
Um?
Three?
Plus I can't have more than five, no more.
But if there are too many people who want to go...
That's not OK.
If you want to go to the wild with me, you have to give me money if you don’t give me money.”