But after all, there are very few things to find from books, and only a few words are learned from the storyteller, Zhang Ping feels that these are far from enough. He had to get more and more definite information.

Count, if you want to get the news, you still have to start with the people around you. Zhang Ping knew that in fact, sometimes the outer disciples knew a lot of things, and the sources of news were also various.

In that case, why did he, who was an outer disciple in the same sect, waste such good resources? If he wanted to hear some news, he would simply start with them.

Zhang Ping is also a person who has experienced a lot of big things, how to dispel some people's prejudices, and be familiar with a disciple who is also of the same status, and naturally have a rule in his heart.

Zhang Ping took out some of the specialties he had brought from the earth and some small things he had obtained in the secret realm before, and gave these small things to those low-level disciples as some small gifts.

The so-called cannibalistic mouth is soft, and the hand that takes people is short. Although these disciples originally looked down on Zhang Ping, they saw that Zhang Ping acted properly and was very knowledgeable and interesting, and gradually they had some good feelings for Zhang Ping.

And these changes are most obvious in the fact that they were generally cynical about Zhang Ping, but then their attitudes slowly softened, and they all turned a blind eye. Now, if there is any good news or good things, they will be willing to take the initiative to say it to Zhang Ping.

This kind of softening of attitude made Zhang Ping very useful, so that he would not waste this time of time to please them! Sure enough, his charm was still unstoppable. Zhang Ping had some stinky thoughts.

Although the Chaos Behemoth always said that Zhang Ping's brain was not very good after he arrived in the cultivation realm, but so what, who was Zhang Ping, and how thick his skin was? How could he blush because of such a mediocre sentence?

Blushing, that's impossible. Zhang Ping didn't feel that this sentence was belittling himself, but felt that it was a compliment. Of course, the brain is dispensable. As long as you can get things done and don't have brains, so what?

As a fellow man, Zhang Ping's qualifications are not enough for him to be in charge directly, at most it is only a matter of folding vegetables. Zhang Ping didn't think this was bad, but he was very glad that he didn't have to be in charge.

Because in Zhang Ping's view, food has a soul. As long as you make it yourself, you must give the food to the soul and make it extremely delicious. In this way, it lives up to the essence of food.

However, Zhang Ping can't want to attract the attention of others so quickly, so if he wants to be in charge, he will inevitably fall into the ultimate entanglement. It's as simple and easy as it is now.

One day, Zhang Ping squatted in a corner to choose vegetables as usual, and the man in charge of their part came over, looked at Zhang Ping's dishes, and said with disgust: "Look at what you have made?

Zhang Ping lowered his head and did not answer.

Everyone looked over, and the man's supervisor was still angry, so he directly threw Zhang Pingxue's dish into the basket of a man next to him, and then pointed to the dish he chose and said, "Look at how people fold it." What have you done? Get out of here!"

If it was in the past, everyone would just gloat when they saw Zhang Ping being punished, but under Zhang Ping's deliberate business relationship, those people looked at Zhang Ping with some worry.

Zhang Ping smiled at them slightly reassuringly, but this smile, in the eyes of others, was a bitter smile. Everyone felt that Zhang Ping was very pitiful, and there was obviously no problem with the dishes he chose, but he had to be punished by the husband.

Zhang Ping walked out, and sure enough, he saw the man in charge standing in the courtyard, and no one dared to come out secretly to see the usual deterrence of the man in charge. There were only two people in the entire courtyard, the husband supervisor and Zhang Ping.

"I'm sorry. There's really no way but to call you out like this. The black market is about to begin. If you're going to exchange something for spirit stones, then you're going to have to seize the opportunity. The man told Zhang Ping secretly.

"Thank you, Director. I don't know how to enter the black market?" Zhang Ping asked. All the efforts during this time were to let him know that the director knew about the black market. That's why he thought of getting the news from the guy in charge.

The man knew more than the other guys, and he told Zhang Ping how to enter the black market.

At the same time, the supervisor also reminded Zhang Ping: "For a bottom like us, there are not many ways to earn a lot of spirit stones without being discovered. Among them, going to the black market to exchange some things that are invisible to people for spirit stones is a method that many people will think of. But you have to pay attention, although the black market has done a good job of secrecy, but it is mixed, and you still need to pay attention to your own safety. ”

The words of the husband supervisor were both a reminder and a beating, because Zhang Ping asked him to do things, and he gave him a lot of benefits. With the existence of such a person, he can also earn more! So a reminder or two, the supervisor has also done his best. However, the director also specially reminded that it was something that was invisible, which was to tell Zhang Ping not to forget his benefits.

How could Zhang Ping, an old fritter, not understand these words of the supervisor? So he put on a smile and said respectfully: "Then I naturally want to thank you, the supervisor." These are small meanings, not respects. If the exchange can be successful, the benefits are naturally indispensable. Zhang Ping secretly stuffed something for the supervisor.

It's not the worthless gadgets this time. After all, the identity of the director is different, and if he takes those worthless little things, maybe the director thinks he is playing with him.

"The kid still has a future. Seeing Zhang Ping like this, the director patted him on the shoulder and said, "On the day the black market opens, I will grant you leave." Go on your own when the time comes. I've told you all when I should have reminded you. You have to take advantage of the opportunity yourself. It's just that when the time comes, don't forget me!"

"How dare you! Director Daen, Zhang Ping is unforgettable!" Zhang Ping smiled flatteringly. No matter how things go, we have to put this supervisor in place first, lest I accidentally make him angry, and he won't let himself go out at that time. Wouldn't that be worth the cost?

The director looked at Zhang Ping's appearance with satisfaction, he liked such a person, so good is right! So he nodded and left satisfied.