Chapter 103: Funeral
Li Yao wondered,
Why does everyone look like they want to talk and stop?
He asked in the group, "Can't you ask?"
The sword-wielding man Lu Xingshen: "It's not that it can't ...... It's just that everyone usually chats privately, and it's rare to be as honest as you. ”
What's there to hide from making money?
Li Yao was a little puzzled,
But it soon dawned.
In the final analysis, the people facing the wall are still organizations under the official face, although there is no establishment, and it is even more impossible to have the name of the organization of the people facing the wall in the official register, but they must also have a discipline supervision organization within them.
After all, this is a very privileged institution.
It is difficult to ensure that some people use public weapons for private purposes and fill their private pockets.
Of course
As long as it's not too much, in fact, everyone tends to turn a blind eye. Just like last time, in fact, the last time was already a violation of discipline in some aspects, but it is good for everyone to do it, so let's do it.
Old man Lu was not used to being so direct, so he chatted with Li Yao privately:
"It's okay for us to set up a channel for you, but Li boy, you have to promise me that these potions will be supplied to our people in the wall first, and we will take a cut if the transaction is successful!Okay?"
People facing the wall can't work in vain, no!
Price,
You can raise some of it falsely, anyway, there is no psychological burden on the old man Lu of other people's houses.
It's actually okay to do that.
But in business, in this way, Li Yao can not make a lot of money, and he will be very tired!
After thinking about it,
Li Yao replied: "The output of potions is actually not very large, and this time I took a lot of personal time to allocate so many potions for you. ”
Three hundred potions!
Even with the support of Li Shishi's modern cultivation base and assembly line, Li Yao was tired enough.
So
You can't do that in the future.
Li Yao sells potions to make money, and making money is to make life better for himself and the people around him, and for Lin Xiaowei to help when something happens.
It's not about making money and being reduced to hard labor.
After all
People work hard to live well, not to work hard.
Hearing Li Yao say this,
Old man Lu was happy at the time: "Then our organization will directly package it for you, how much do we want, or the price last time?"
scold
Li Yao replied with a sneer: "I'm going to hold a auction, the highest bidder wins, how do you think about it?"
Old man Lu: "???"
it,
You're going a little too far!
Without waiting for Old Man Lu to say anything, Li Yao replied: "This idea is really good, I must be a genius!"
It's still very handsome!
Then he blocked Old Man Lu and put away his mobile phone.
He will ponder and ponder,
How to get this auction!
Next door, late night bar.
Old man Lu was so impatient that he almost smashed his phone!
Zhou asked from a distance: "Second uncle, why are you so atmospheric?"
Old man Lu said what happened just now,
After hearing this, Zhou Li really wanted to kneel down for Li Yao...... What kind of god is this!
Auction sales are all out?
Limited sales, the highest price wins.
Ultimately
Isn't that what hunger marketing is?
Talent!
It's a talent!
Although Boss Zhou had just earned more than 10 million yuan and had more than 20 suites at home, it took a lot of additional compensation to the fallen robes during this time...... Now the price of goods is getting more and more expensive, and the money is becoming less and less valuable.
Old man Lu poked the ground with a dragon snake cane, and made a bang: "What are you talking about!"
Although the people facing the wall are powerful, the funds are relatively sufficient.
But if you bid with some Inhuman forces......
That's a bit of a pain!
After all
Some Inhuman organizations are still very good at making money, and they are really rich into salted duck eggs!
Zhou Li thought for a while and said, "It's not a big deal, when the time comes, whoever dares to raise the price will beat whom!
Lu Xingshen: "......"
Although the words are a little confused, the truth is this.
Deterrence diplomacy,
Learn a little bit.
Old man Lu clapped: "That's it, if he wants to bid, he will bid, contact everyone, and I'll see who dares to call us!"
Two days later,
The provincial capital seemed to settle down at once.
The members of the bar next door seem to have returned, although they didn't look very good when they first came back, but they all recovered after two days of repair.
Everyone is back to their usual routines.
Old man Lu instructed Chen Xi to practice swords as usual, and Boss Zhou and the others were busy with their own work. Li Yao is still studying the knowledge of magic, although his spiritual cultivation is not enough to construct the second ring spell, but thanks to the long-term interpretation and practice of alchemy theory, he has some experience in the circuit construction of the second ring spell model.
And in the original routine,
Li Yao has one more job to familiarize himself with the Azvik mage's armament every day.
It seems that the provincial capital has suddenly entered the season of continuous autumn rains.
The autumn rain has been pouring for days,
There was a damp smell in the air.
Li Yao misses the warm sunshine of the early morning......
This morning,
Old man Lu came to the door of the Lost Tavern and shouted, "Chen Xi, Li boy, go out!"
soon
Li Yao and Chen Xi went out together.
Yesterday, Old Man Lu told them that today was the day of the funeral, so Li Yao and Chen Xi prepared the clothes they wore for the funeral last night.
Li Yao was dressed in a black suit, tall and capable, serious and solemn.
Chen Xi was dressed in a black dress, reflecting her increasingly fair skin, her long hair was tied back casually, and she looked unexpectedly pretty with black silk gloves......
really
If you want to be pretty, you have to be filial......
Li Yao retracted his gaze and looked at the door of the late-night bar.
Then
He gasped.
The open space in front of the late-night bar and the Lost Bar is actually quite large, so empty that it feels a bit empty when two trees are planted. But now it was full of people, dressed in flowing and dashing black trench coats, tall and short, fat and strong, men, women and children...... Without exception, they all had solemn faces.
There was a light rain outside the house,
A group of black-clothed people stood there silently, their expressions solemn, and the humid air seemed to be filled with a murderous coldness.
Especially when those people look at you together,
It's oppressive!
Li Yao was a little uncomfortable, but Chen Xi was indifferent.
Old man Lu stood at the front of the team, explaining something to Zhou Li, and when he saw Li Yao and Chen Xi at the door, he said loudly: "What are you doing in a daze?
He summoned the two young men to stand beside him.
This made the rows of black-clothed and solemn people behind him a little surprised......
The sword-wielding senior actually called those two young men to his side?
They're not even wall-facing people, right!
Everyone is in a uniform uniform,
Just the two of them......
But the two of them here are really good-looking, handsome men and pretty women, and they are quite a good match when they stand together...... Even standing with the person facing the wall will not seem very disagreeable. There's even a feeling of being superior.
Because
The predecessor of the sword-bearer is also wearing a well-cut black suit, and he is dressed very sassy.
They gathered here and waited for the bus to come and go to the cemetery together.
While waiting,
Li Yao noticed that the people facing the wall all had a mask hanging from their waists, and they were all different.
Only Old Man Lu didn't even wear a uniform.
So Li Yao poked Old Man Lu and asked:
"Do you have anything special about your masks and uniforms?"
"The uniform is sturdy and looks good. ”
"What about the mask?"
"A lot of aliens eat people, but don't eat masks. ”
LI Yao Moran,
That mask is a cover for their identity, a manifestation of their personality, and their-
Epitaph.
When they die,
A mask in front of a tombstone is more alive than a name or a dog tag.
Probably
That's right.