In the aftermath of the bombing, Duchamp and Fang were outstandingly involved in the rescue, and the school intended to give a public commendation. However, this honor was denied by Duchamp.

"After all, two senior brothers died in the accident, so I think it's better to forget about the commendation or something. Besides, the main force to save people is Mr. Remer, relying on his force, we can clear the way to save people, we just take a hand, it's really nothing. ”

For the same consideration, Fang also resigned from this honor. After consideration by the school, it was decided not to publicly commend him, but to record it in the **, and at the same time revoke the major demerit of Duchamp's first grade.

When Learmor heard that they had gone down to participate in the rescue, he once gossiped about the situation at the scene in the dormitory. Fang Yu warned him earnestly: "It's better not to see it, if you do, you may not even be able to eat the ketchup." ”

"Why?" Learmor asked unconvinced.

"A senior brother was blown into the wall by the explosion and then fell into ketchup." Duchamp kindly added.

As a result, Learmour stopped eating any tomato products for a week, much to the amuse of the other three people in the dormitory, who teased him at the dinner table from time to time.

The same goes for today's lunch.

"Tomato and egg soup, thank you." Duchamp happily shouted into the window.

"Slices of bread with ketchup, thank you." Fang shouted triumphantly.

"What are the other patterns of today's tomatoes? There's potato strips with tomato sauce, that's fine, let's have one. Dietrie followed.

Leammu stared at the three friends with a hateful look.

"I said, 'Are you there?' But just one word. Fang Da grinned and dipped the bread in the tomato sauce and brought it to his mouth.

"Is that a sentence? When you two went back to the dormitory that day, your whole body was the same color from head to toe. When I went to the bathroom, the smell of blood filled the entire hallway, and I could smell it through the walls. I happened to wash my face and saw that the drains in the bathroom had turned red! Learmey described in an unbearable tone, suddenly, he noticed the clothes Duchamp was wearing, and his voice suddenly became hysterical, like a cat with its tail stepped on: "Look, Styry is still wearing that bloody coat, let you throw it and you are reluctant to throw it!" ”

"Okay, I've washed it clean and smoked it with Dietrie's perfume to make sure it doesn't smell at all." Duchamp innocently defended himself, extremely speechless about Lealmu's allergic reaction, and only this kind of eldest young master could say such a thing as throwing away good clothes.

"I said, with your guts, why do your family still want you to join the army? As a soldier, which one did not roll out of the mountain of blood and swords. Fang looked contemptuously at Learmun's crumpled bun face.

Dietrie stared at Lilmu and said thoughtfully, "I've heard that there is a disease called sickness, maybe Learmour has this symptom." ”

Just when Liermu fell into an inexplicable panic and depression about tomatoes, a tall and tall young man walked into the cafeteria and swept his gaze at the people who were eating.

Duchamp's silver hair was still relatively recognizable, and he quickly found his target and walked over.

"Oh, Goethe!" Duchamp was pleasantly surprised, "Do you want a canteen meal, I'll get you another one." ”

Goethe said briefly: "I have already eaten." With that, he turned and walked out.

Duchamp hurriedly grabbed the bread from the plate and ran out.

"Who was that kid just now? Why is it so lame? They didn't even say hello to us. There was no chance to be lost, and Learmour cleverly changed the subject.

"I don't know, I've been to Styrey before, maybe it's someone from the office, or a friend or something." Fang replied smoothly, trying to fight against the food on the plate.

Walking to a place where no one was around, Goethe stood and waited for Duchamp to follow.

He glanced around vigilantly and whispered, "There is one thing that I am anxious to discuss with you before I can decide. We were approached by a man who asked to order 3,000 pocket watches. ”

"Three, three thousand!" Duchamp exclaimed, and his eyes were covered with a golden blanket of $$$$.

It was a long time before he remembered a serious question. "Who has such a big appetite, does he want to use it for his own use or wholesale? If you want to be a wholesale agent, refuse it directly, and beware of being tricked. ”

Goethe whispered: "Originally, the man refused to tell his identity, but I insisted that the buyer verify his identity. The man eventually confessed that it was Duke Kane who had asked for the goods. We have confirmed through channels that he has been acting for the Kane family in certain matters. Moreover, he also has a special request to deliver to Haicheng and trade in Haicheng. I didn't dare to call the shots, so I came to you to discuss. ”

Duke Kane, how is he! Duchamp suddenly felt that this money was a bit tricky to earn. Immediately, there was a certain determination on his face, he didn't earn this money, but it fell into the hands of the royal sister.

"That's right, only a territory army as large as his needs so much. As long as the buyer is really him, I dare to make this money. So, how much is the price to negotiate? ”

"95,000 each, we can net 40,000 each."

Seeing that Duchamp had no intention of turning down the order, a flame of hope danced in Goethe's eyes. If the deal goes through, it's a big deal that Polaris has never done before.

There were classmates who had finished eating around, passing by one after another. Duchamp and Goethe turned into a secluded path, pretending to be visiting and walking, and discussed softly.

"The stakes are not small! There may be obstacles that we don't think of. ”

"That's right." Goethe lowered his voice. "I guess they came to us to get the goods because they couldn't get so much through formal channels."

At this moment, Duchamp hesitated a little, this could be turned into an arms deal, but the next moment, hundreds of millions of mira jumped in his pupils.

"Tell him that this is a bit much, that it will take a little turnaround time, and that it will not be available to him until late August. In addition, we use international bearer promissory notes or Yaohua chips to settle the payment, of course, Mira cash can also be used. Duchamp pondered, gritting his teeth and deciding.

This business made a net profit of more than 100 million, and for this money, he decided to fight.

Goethe said with some concern: "Deliveries are also very risky, and the west is not a place where the North Star can reach out." If there are fewer people going, the risk is too great. If we go with great fanfare, we will leak the news again. ”

Duchamp confidently said: "I will take care of the delivery, the key is that the buyer must not have any problems." ”

The two discussed and decided on a rough plan of action, Goethe said goodbye to Duchamp and returned to the city, but Duchamp was very uncalm with a piece of bread and kept circling around the campus, full of thoughts about Duke Kane's request for such a large batch of goods. In the end, he made up his mind: "Brother still has so many disaster victims to be relieved, and this money will be regarded as robbing the rich and helping the poor." ”

When he cleared his mind and returned to the dormitory to rest, he saw Dietrie leaning on the quilt and flipping through the book, and couldn't help but think how surprised he would be if Dietrie knew about it.