At this moment, a fat male pharmacist in a white robe hurriedly walked over, and he saw the lame man, eyebrows raised, eyes widened, and said loudly, "What are you still doing here?" ”

"I'm here to hand over the herbs, and today I dug up more than four hundred blood grass fruits, which are very good." The man replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"More than four hundred?" The fat man sneered, and four slender male pharmacists walked out behind him, he pulled a male pharmacist, pointed at the lame man's nose and scolded, "You can see it clearly, people dig more than 2,000 medicinal herbs a day, and you only have more than 400 a day, don't you want to do it!" ”

"I dug better than them!" The lame man straightened his chest and looked into the fat man's eyes.

The fat man's eyebrows were few, only a faint touch, and a greasy face was full of anger and looked extremely distorted.

And this lame man looks closely, but he is not old-fashioned, but has the taste of a student.

Zhao Sen looked at the lame boy, and then at the fat man, and the fat man's fat arms trembled uncontrollably.

Behind the fat man came a pharmacist with a gloomy face, he looked at the lame boy and said, "Better than us?" So why is it that when we make medicines, the failure rate is as high as 80%? ”

"That's not my herb problem either! It's possible that your skills are not in place, and the herbs are mixed! The lame boy retorted.

"You can't pick up your herbs well, and you blame us medicine collectors for having a problem?" The fat man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a wave of anger rose.

"I'm telling the truth, every herb, I dig it very seriously, not indiscriminately!"

"I'm CNMLGB! The president has prepared a lot of gold shovels for you, and you say we have a problem? That's okay, our little temple can't keep you as a god, get out! The fat man was full of swear words, and his mouth was merciless, and he flew up and kicked at the basket that the crippled boy had placed on the steps.

The basket full of blood grass fruits turned in a circle, and with a pop, all the blood grass fruits fell to the ground, a thick pile, the fat man jumped high, jumped the blood grass fruit, and kept scolding, "Lao Tzu called you arrogant, called you arrogant!" ”

Puff puff puff.....

The blood grass fruit was trampled into red pulp by the fat man, and the lame boy stepped back from the steps, looking up and staring at the fat man with hateful eyes.

At this moment, a hand put on the fat man's shoulder, and the fat man was stunned and turned around.

"Don't step on it."

A cold voice came, behind the fat man, there was a man standing, the man's eyes were very cold, it seemed that there was no joy or sorrow, he looked at the fat man, his voice was a little fluctuating, "I asked him to do this." ”

The fat man was slightly stunned, he looked at the man behind him, his voice raised an octave, and said, "Feixiang, I advise you to dig your medicine well, be your medicine, don't follow us to talk nonsense!" ”

"I'll just say it again, don't bully people, you're not a good thing." The pharmacist named Feixiang glanced at the fat man coldly, ready to pick up the lame boy's medicine basket.

"Yo? How dare you oppose my orders? The fat man raised his foot, ready to kick at the lame boy's medicine basket, and kept scolding, "You care about Lao Tzu!" ”

Feixiang glanced at the fat man, stretched out a foot, and kicked the fat man's ass.

Thump.

The fat man's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell directly down the steps, and a big face fell straight on the blood grass fruit pulp he stepped on, dyeing his robe red, and the players around him burst into laughter when they saw this.

"Look, be careful that I hack you to death, get out!" Several pharmacists beside the fat man hurriedly ran over, hugged them, and glared fiercely at the onlookers around them.

The fat man wiped his face with his sleeve except for a large bromine. scolded at Feixiang, "It's really the other way you go!" You get out of here, too! Don't think that the mad soul boss appreciates you, and you're going to be scared! Isn't there a talent that comes with it? Lao Tzu doesn't keep you, see where you go! ”

Ignoring the fat man's foul language, Flying slowly picked up the medicine basket on the ground and handed it to the crippled boy.

"Give him everything!" The fat man waved his hand, and several pharmacists behind him hurriedly rushed to the pharmacist hall, picked up a hoe basket and threw it at Feixiang, the fat man snorted through his nose, threw out a few copper coins, and walked into the pharmacist hall with those flattering pharmacists.

The lame boy gave Feixiang a deep look, said, "Thank you," and then silently cleaned up the things on the ground.

"What kind of brotherly affection is pretending, hey, it shouldn't be some broken sleeves!" The fat man's lewd laughter came from the pharmacist hall, and Fei Xiang cleaned up the things on the ground without saying a word.

"That pharmacist is doing really well, but it's too pitiful, and if you don't have a guild to support you in your life profession, then this game will be wasted." A few players around him couldn't look at it, and they were talking about it.

A glint flashed in Zhao Sen's eyes, that flying, he was a little impressed.

In his previous life, he was one of the leading pharmaceutical experts, and many high-grade medicines on the market were written by him.

At that time, the Demon Slayer was still raising him, and there were hundreds of players who dug for medicinal herbs to serve him, and the potions he made were unique and unique.

In the fortress battles and guild battles of killing demons and blood, he has made great contributions.

At the same time, this flying only admits death, and many people spend high prices to dig him, but he refuses, which shows his loyalty. However, at this time, Fei Xiang was just an ordinary low-level pharmacist.

In the previous life, it seemed that the mad soul personally went to invite Feixiang back a month later, and Feixiang was highly valued, and then he became a dragon.

"The things of the previous life are a little different from this life, if you get acquainted with Feixiang, I don't know if it will be beneficial to you." Zhao Sen thought in his heart that the reason why Feixiang was able to succeed was inseparable from the vigorous cultivation of the Demon Slayer Proud Blood, who not only provided a large number of medicinal materials, but also smashed a lot of people's equipment and experience to brush those heavenly and earthly treasures, so that Feixiang was slowly cultivated and became a veritable pharmaceutical expert.

Although with Zhao Sen's financial resources, it should not be difficult to provide a super pharmacist.

But he wasn't sure if this person would be as beautiful as in his previous life in the future.

Zhao Sen has to slowly manage his own forces, pharmacies, equipment stores, and auction houses, all of which are indispensable. The most important thing is to gather talents, and it is undoubtedly the best time to recruit Fei Xiang before the mad soul at this time.

Zhao Sen stepped forward, the two of them were still packing up the things on the ground, and the atmosphere was a little cold.

"You're humiliated, aren't you?" Zhao Sen looked down at the lame boy who lowered his head and picked up things.

"It's none of your business." Fei Xiang stood up coldly, and the lame boy also stood up, looking at Zhao Sen with a pair of bright eyes.

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