Buy again

"Well, I know, I'll tinker around first." Wang Zijia said.

Xu Chenglin looked at Wang Zijia and waved his hand: "Okay, just understand the importance. How much do you want to borrow? I don't have any more. I don't have the ability of your father. That gold-eating beast of mine is going to eat me up."

Already."

"Do you think ten dharma coins are okay?" Wang Zijia asked tentatively.

Xu Chenglin's brows twitched slightly, and he immediately shook his head and said: "No, no, this is a year's worth of monthly money. Old man, I don't have that much savings. At most five francs!"

'Lu Xun really didn't lie. If you want to open the window, just remove the roof first!'

Wang Zijia's expression did not change and he immediately replied: "Thank you so much, Mr. Xu!"

"Then you wait for me and I will go home to get it for you. I don't have that much money with me." Xu Chenglin said. He didn't have a single French coin with him. Among the warehouse boys, Wang Zijiahui was probably the only one who had it with him.

Bring the money.

"Okay! I'll wait."

Xu Chenglin is also the second generation of a handyman. His father is a serious handyman of the sect, the kind who retired from the sect and was sent abroad. He is a mortal who handed over his body and took over the job.

Therefore, the courtyard where his family lives is considered to be on the edge of the inner city, not too far from here.

Then Wang Zijia did not go back to the house to sleep. Instead, she changed into a tight-fitting outfit and quietly floated out of the yard. She transformed into a shadow, avoided patrols everywhere, and started walking around the city.

"Fifteen dharma coins!" Xun Liang replied.

Out of caution, Wang Zijia finally had no choice but to retreat.

Not long after Wang Zijia finished his shift, Xu Chenglin came back with the money, carefully handed the five money to Wang Zijia, and told him: "Your father is gone, and there are no elders in the family, so you can get it yourself."

Take it easy and don't be fooled."

"This is the safest dark market in the city with few entry requirements. I've also attached the entry method." Xun Liang handed the note to Wang Zijia and warned:

"I need a black market in the city, or a trading circle for casual cultivators," Wang Zijia asked.

This kind of information trading has no capital and huge profits, but it is much faster than those of them who have to work hard to make money. However, this business cannot be done by ordinary people, even ordinary sects, and it is easy to break the door!

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I turned around and went back to the warehouse where I worked, took the materials, and went home.

"Haha!" Xun Liang paused, then laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Wang is really interesting!"

Wang Zijia wandered around for a while and found several battlefields of law enforcement teams, but there was no possibility of taking advantage of them.

He started working around six o'clock in the evening, working intermittently, and it took six or seven hours for Wang Zijia to finish processing more than 40 pieces of materials.

This time Wang Zijia cast the spell, he felt that it was different from yesterday. Even with the innate Qi, Wang Zijia did not have any difficulty in casting the spell. It came naturally, easily and smoothly.

After spending most of an hour meditating and recovering my mana, I started making spell cards again.

Wang Zijia also thought for a moment in surprise, and then suddenly said: "Well, I didn't express myself clearly. I don't want information about the whole city, I want to go shopping."

When Wang Zijia left Wentian Pavilion, he looked back and touched the dollar in his pocket, feeling a little envious.

He even consumed seven ingredients in a row before he was so angry that he was exhausted.

Wang Zijia came to a familiar room. When the middle-aged Confucian scholar appeared, he looked at Wang Zijia and paused for a moment before entering the room. Then he made an introduction and said: "Wentian Pavilion, Xun Liang!"

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After a while, Wang Zijia came to Wentian Pavilion again.

After dinner, Wang Zijia began to process the materials. In fact, he was proficient in super magic and could already directly use spiritual materials to cast spells.

Xun Liang only made one penny, but he was not discouraged and said with a smile: "Then I look forward to our next meeting."

Suddenly, while passing through a dark alley, Wang Zijia felt that his breath was obviously strange, and he quietly stopped.

As soon as he entered the door this time, Wang Zijia said in a familiar manner: "Buy, B number 11!"

After the other party took the money, he took off the paper and pen from the side and quickly wrote down a lot of information.

Wang Zijia shook his head decisively. If he asked again, he would really have no money!

"What do you want to buy this time, Daoyou Wang?" Xun Liang didn't talk any more and just went straight to the topic.

"Understood!" Wang Zijia nodded.

But in order to increase even a slight possibility of success, it is worth his efforts. Firstly, it will help to increase the value of skills, and secondly, it will be poor.

He is almost going crazy because of poverty. He can travel all over the world for just one dollar. Find out!

After processing the materials, Wang Zijia began to carefully cast the spell.

"Although they are the safest places, they are also relative. The safety I am referring to is not just personal safety. If you want to buy or sell goods, you need to be careful."

Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief, after all, he only had two dollars in his pocket.

Mr. Xu warned him a few more words before turning and leaving.

Wang Zijia, gasping for money in his pocket, went to the warehouse to get forty portions of spiritual materials, but did not take them away immediately. He temporarily put them in the warehouse, touched the remaining two francs of money, and left the shop.

"Is there anything else?" Xun Liang asked.

Including yesterday's 5 spell cards, there are 32 in total, which should be able to be sold for at least six mana, making a profit and alleviating his serious financial deficit!

After putting away my things, I realized it was already midnight.

There is no specific goal, the general direction is centered around the general direction of yesterday's battle.

"It's better to say goodbye. It's better not to see you. My pocket is cleaner than my face. If I say goodbye, I won't be bankrupt, but it's time to beg." Wang Zijia said with a wry smile.

The clerk who was about to receive him paused slightly, then said with a smile: "Okay, please be patient."

Xun Liang glanced at Wang Zijia and said, "One method of money."

He reached out and took out a coin and handed it to the other party.

Xun Liang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "Did someone make a mistake?"

Compared with the last formulaic transaction, the two of them were obviously more relaxed this time.

A total of twenty-seven spell cards were obtained, with a success rate of nearly 70%. It was much higher than the theoretical 60% of the proficiency level, and the value of the skills was even higher. It was not in vain that he spent so much effort.

"Um, why is it so expensive?" Wang Zijia asked in confusion.

"Thank you, Mr. Xu, I know!" Wang Zijia replied.

"Wang Zijia!" Wang Zijia said equally succinctly.

At this time in the past, various night markets should have gradually quieted down. But today, more shops closed early, but the streets were not quiet. There were especially many patrols.

After thinking for a moment, he moved the spell cards, production tools, etc. back into the secret room and put them into the treasure box.

The entire alley was quiet, and there were no lights in the yards on both sides of the alley. It seemed that everyone had already rested.

Based on his induction, Wang Zijia came to a courtyard wall. After feeling it carefully for a moment, he regained his strength and floated over the wall into the courtyard.

"Click, click..."

Entering the courtyard, Wang Zijia heard a few tiny noises, like mice stealing food.
Chapter completed!