"Dangdang!"

After three consecutive bells, there was finally some noise in the silent free trading area of the Academic Tower, and one after another came out of the seemingly unoccupied cubicles, and walked towards the exit.

This is the bell for the closure of the trading area, and a quarter of an hour after the bell, there will be guards entering the factory to check, and no one is allowed to stay in the trading area, and violators will be severely fined.

Charles put a large handful of his potion bottles into his cloth pocket, and left his stall a little stunned, today's "business" was far lower than he expected, if it wasn't for a Blucher in the afternoon, Charles would have to wonder if the road he chose to "rapid cultivation of pharmacists" would not work.

"Seventeen gold louis, a premium of two hundred and four percent, it's not that my craftsmanship is not good enough, it's just that everyone else is blind!"

Xia Er felt the heavy weight in the money bag, and his confidence was still there, last night he had prepared more than fifty first-level spiritual power potions in a row, and he also had a deep understanding of the know-how.

The best opportunity for the spiritual power molecules in the spiritual power material to precipitate and solidify is only a few seconds, and the time period with the highest success rate is only half a minute.

Charles looked at the "stall owners" around him, looking at the almost invisible spiritual power on them, and suddenly had a sense of superiority that transcendents looked down on ordinary people.

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, my potion will be in short supply!"

Charles deliberately kept a distance from the rest of the people, trying not to attract the attention of others, and his monologue shouting just now had already aroused the dissatisfaction of several stall owners near booth 76, and it was better to hide the superfluous presence.

But some people are destined to be invisible, and Charles had just reached the entrance of the trading area when he saw the assistant steward Thorson standing there, smiling humbly at him.

"Mr. Chainaniz, can I disturb you for a few minutes?"

"Well, if it's only for a few minutes, it's fine!"

The corners of Thorson's mouth twitched slightly, "Mr. Chenaniz, today is your first time in the trading area, I don't know if there is anything you don't understand, or any good advice?"

"Oh, can you serve a warm lunch here?"

Because the trading area is full of wooden structures, it is forbidden to start a fire, and eating cold food in this season is a little difficult for Charles who is used to the eating habits of the Great Celestial Empire.

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"Not yet, but I'll suggest it to the steward!"

"Oh!"

"And what special, intimate service do you have here?"

"Mr. Chenaniz, we can provide consignment here, that is to say, if you are afraid that you will not be able to sell it within the effective time of the spiritual power potion, we can sell it for you, as long as your potion is effective, we will generally sell it before it loses its effect, and if you can't sell it, we will also give you a part of the compensation. ”

"Huh?"

Charles was interested, he couldn't imagine that in this seemingly ignorant and backward world, there was such a humanized service as "selling to the bottom".

"Of course, if you think you can handle everything, you can also trade on your own in the trading area. ”

"I chose to sell on consignment, can I still handle it today?"

"Absolutely!"

Thorson turned around and bowed slightly to invite Charles to come with him, an attitude that made the surrounding group of stall owners look sideways.

Thorson led Charles into a small hall next to the administration, where there was a long counter and two executives in vests stood in it.

Charles put the cloth pocket in his hand on the counter, and poured out dozens of potion bottles, the crisp sound of the clash between the porcelain bottles made the corners of Thorson's eyes twitch as he followed.

Isn't this a spiritual elixir? How can you behave like a small vendor selling oranges?

"Fourteen parts of tabby orchid powder, fifteen parts of horse itch grass juice, eight parts of stamina potion, twelve parts of outbreak potion, you can count them!" Charles only left a few bottles of healing and recovery potions for emergency use, and took out the rest.

Thorson got his hands on it, and he and his two subordinates sorted the bottles according to their colors, and checked the numbers.

"Mr. Chenaniz, how do you want to price these potions?"

"Twice the market guide price!"

“”

Thorson asked with some uncertainty, "Tabby Orchid's powder twenty gold louis?"

"Yes, the juice of the horse itch grass is twenty-four louis, the stamina potion is ten louis, and the outbreak potion is sixteen louis."

Thorson could no longer keep his indifferent watch, his lips closed without making a sound, and finally he could only smile humbly and let his two men take more than fifty bottles, and label them according to the price Charles said.

A quarter of an hour later, Thorsen appeared in Musar's office, reporting to Musar, who was in front of the window.

"Are you saying that Mr. Chenaniz bought fifty-five spiritual power materials yesterday and consigned forty-nine spiritual power potions today?" Musal suddenly turned around and asked with a solemn face.

"Yes, the steward, I checked them one by one, and they all seem to have spiritual effects, and his consignment price is twice the price of the pharmacist's guide. Thorson pronounced the word "pharmacist" very seriously.

"Do you think he's a pharmacist?"

"Steward, I'm not sure. ”

“”

Musar lowered his head slightly, walked around the office twice with his hands behind his back, and said as if talking to himself: "If what you said is true, then he should be at least an intermediate pharmacist, why doesn't he go to the second floor and come to the bottom floor?"

Thorson didn't dare squeak, he'd learned over the years to shut up when it was time to shut up.

Musar suddenly asked, "Is there any movement on the black market recently?"

"There have been some moves on the black market recently, and the people from the military bureau have increased their share of the commission last month, and many pharmacists in the black market will ask our people to come here to sell on their behalf. ”

"You mean this Chenaniz is from the black market?"

Thorson hurriedly shook his head and said, "Kopacz will not allow anyone to damage his reputation, this Mr. Cyanaz is definitely not from the black market." ”

"The person introduced by Kopache is an agent on the black market?" "Steward, can you be quiet, if this gets out, will my life be broken?"

Musar stopped pacing, pointed at Thorsen and ordered: "You arrange for someone to sell Mr. Chenaniz's potion through our connections, two bottles of each will do, and then see the reaction of the user, if it can be of good quality, we will accept his consignment, it is a matter of His Excellency Kopal, we must be careful, a little money is nothing"

Charles walked out of the gate of the academic tower to take the carriage home, today he has gold louis in his pocket, as the saying goes, the thickness of the wallet determines a man's confidence, Charles decided to stop taking the crowded public carriage, and take an exclusive carriage back to the vicinity of Lutesia Street.

But Charles suddenly found that he had thought of one thing wrong, Nasser is the most prosperous city on the mainland, and at five o'clock in the afternoon is the most crowded time, there is a situation of "no taxi" on the left bank of the Naser River, where the flow of people is relatively sparse.

Charles looked at the sky that was about to darken, so he tightened his cloak and walked briskly to the Konting Bridge over the Nasse, where the right bank was more prosperous than the left, where a carriage might be available.

When Charles crossed the Konding Bridge and entered the city on the right bank of the Naser River, there were more carriages on the streets, but Charles realized that he had made another mistake.

He stopped several empty wagons in a row, and the driver refused to carry them for various reasons, until Charles finally realized that something was wrong with his dress.

With a hooded cloak, a black scarf, and a burly body, Nasser is not welcome with the coachman at night, just as the brother of the Great Celestial Empire is unwilling to pull a drunkard at midnight.

Meals usually start at half past six, and if she doesn't show up at the table by then, Olive will definitely ask this and that, and Charles now has a headache when he sees this bear child.

In desperation, Charles took out the map of Nasser city that he bought for three souls yesterday, identified the direction of going home, and began to shake his legs to take a straight line to take a shortcut home.

Charles ran more and more smoothly, and his body, which had been getting thinner and thinner recently, turned out to be parkour faster.

Excited, he jumped over a high wall in a row, and then four pairs of eyes on this side of the wall turned around in unison, staring at him with his head and face.

"Don't move, put your hands up and put them on the wall!"

A large pistol with a black hole was pointed at Charles, and the other three surrounded him in a flanking manner.

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