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"Black Pearl?" Sikong scratched his head frantically, "This thing looks like a ship from a great movie before the Cataclysm!"
The old warlock suddenly seemed to have had all his happiness taken away.
"Speaking of which, how boring were people before the Cataclysm? Restoring a ship from a movie? It's both gold and precious stones. It's worth your money..."
Sikong twisted his mouth and made a disdainful "chi" sound.
"Rich people will be bored. Poor people don't have time to feel bored. It's too late to move bricks!"
Master Warlock:???
"Why the hell do I think there's something in your words!"
"No, no," Sikong said cheerfully, "I'm just telling the truth. This thing was probably made by a wealthy person as an exhibit or gift. Look at the line of writing on it. It's obviously the handiwork of a child.
Or the level of education is not high, and it is obvious that you are too rich to care or have no regard for the value of things to do this kind of thing. It is simply a waste of things. If it were me and this line of text was added to the ship, I would only pay half of the original price.
If you buy it, even a cent more is an insult to me."
"Hey," the warlock rolled his eyes and said, "You bitch, what you say just smells like corruption. I declare that this warlock is officially against your class. Stay away from me. Maybe I will take advantage of you."
The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the wealthy people are being attacked to divide their fields."
Si Bai rolled his eyes in a much more authentic way than the warlock, after all, one has a body and the other doesn't.
"Why are you such a fool?" he said. "You have forgotten how I started my career. Those seven and a half libraries. Knowledge is money, and money is power, don't you know?"
"Only you? A former cutting-edge scientific research talent in the Research Institute? Can you ignore the body and directly torture the existence of the soul? That's it? That's all you can do?"
That kind of disdain, that kind of contempt that struck straight to the soul, made the warlock's face turn green.
"What? What do you mean?"
It seems that Sikong's little body will be smashed if he disagrees with him.
Sikong hid behind Lin Chou, his tone still high-spirited,
"Torture the soul! Even though she can't remember anything about that guy and the ghost you brought out from Yanhui Mountain before, I believe you are fully capable of extracting all the things hidden deep in her mind. Don't say anything.
The other thing is to randomly pick up a few bad female novels before the Cataclysm, and reorganize them as if they were must-read novels for women before the Cataclysm..."
"Oh, do you know how boring the ladies in the base city are who don't only know how to make broken shoes all day long? How much do they take money as money? They will go crazy for this thing! Who knew you, a fool, would actually
She was made into a server to make deals with Mingguang officials! It's... it's simply unreasonable... How much money can this make? Compared with those women, the three major power organizations of Mingguang are completely broke, right?"
Master Warlock:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ
Me, who am I?
Where am I?
Should I just kill the guy in front of me?
The warlock's entire body was filled with nothingness and stupidity.
Lin Chou opened his mouth in astonishment——
Is this a rich person?
Sure enough, there is a reason why people make more money than me...
How did his brain grow?
I really want to pry it open and stir it a few times to see what ingredients are inside...
Sikong suddenly felt a chill in his head.
"You, there's something wrong with you. Why do I feel like you're looking at me and want to take off my clothes? I'm not gay!"
You’re not gay? Haha~
Lin Chou looked at Sikong indifferently, until he looked at Sikong with horror, and then said,
"You are thinking too much. I just want to pry open your head to see what is the difference between the brains of rich people and those of us working people - and as expected, the more guilty people are, the more they have to quibble, right?
"
Sikong shouted,
"What are you quibbling about? Why are you quibbling? I'm just stating a fact."
The warlock uncle patted Sikong on the shoulder,
"Men, you still have to be a little responsible. If you act like this, everyone will be buried in tears."
Sikong: "Zhou Cao, you are actually a well-hidden pervert, right? You actually watch Dream of Red Mansions?"
The warlock master never expected that Sikong's angle of entry was so tricky. He felt that his secret had been revealed and exposed to the public.
He said awkwardly,
"It's a pirated copy. It's just a pirated copy. I won't give you guys the slightest chance to make my money."
Sikong chuckled and said,
"I, Sikong, am the most powerful first-hand and second-hand ancient bookseller in Mingguang."
Lin Chou:?
Warlock:?
"Why the hell are you making your own pirated version?"
"It's said that there are also thieves, taking other people's paths and leaving others with no way to go~"
Warlock and Lin Chou raised their thumbs at the same time, their eyes taunting:
"Awesome!"
Sikong said displeasedly,
"So, you still don't know how to make money."
"With a cow in your hand, you not only have to sell milk and beef, but also make dairy products. Even reconstituted milk is made for you. You also have to copy other people's ideas and make similar products to squeeze out the living space of non-owners. In the end, one company
Duda, then I cut all the leeks by myself. I can cut the left and right crops as I want. When the leeks grow slowly, I apply some fertilizer and then cut them. This thing was made by the ** and the * factory before the cataclysm.
The one is more essential, oh, it seems that they are already a family, don't they speak the same language, they are all the same style, it's just that one is covert and the other is blatant."
Lin and Warlock:
"Watch your face, big capitalist, and what's going on with that star number? What you say is automatically blocked?"
"Ang, I'm afraid of crab claws."
"I won't tell you whether there are any of these things, but just tell me, how much is this thing worth?" The warlock uncle almost drooled when he looked at the ship model.
Sikong protected the crystal bottle in his arms and hugged it tightly.
"Good guy, it doesn't matter how much it's worth, it's none of your business. It's as if this thing belongs to you."
"Everyone who meets you has a share!"
"Hey, if I take a look at your wife, does your wife score half as much as me?"
The warlock uncle thought for a second, pulled off a ball of gray mist from his body, and pinched it three times and two times to shape it into a large cup with thick walls and a weird shape.
"Here, I'll give it to you. You don't need half. It's all yours. You can use it as you like. So I'll give you half of the ship model."
Sikong was stunned...
Damn...
This man is so shameless! He really doesn’t deserve to be a human being! Is this something a human being can do?
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Well, I apologize first.
Friends who have read the other book should know that I said in that book that my body really couldn’t support it some time ago, so it was a bit reluctant to update that book, so...
I don’t know if you guys are willing to forgive me, but I think my apology is quite sincere.
Those few words are all said and done, and it really means a dog’s life is at stake. I would like to read more.
One day two years ago, five chapters of both books were updated at the same time, with a total of only 12,000 words. I almost got cold, and I took a day off to get better.
Alas, everyone should be considerate, San is also in a difficult position.
I've been feeling pretty good these past two days. I'll definitely write as much as I can...