While waiting for the bus, Duchamp unexpectedly caught a lot of fish in a mess. He looked at the bucket of fish and decided to take it to the city and sell it.

He carried the fish, walked to the halfway bus stop, and waited for a while before a bus came.

From last night's busy work to now, Duchamp was so hungry that he took the fish to the Longlao restaurant and asked the boss to make him two dishes for fresh fish.

The chef came over and said, "There are rainbow trout, salmon, and azure fish, which is a good ingredient for making tart." "Seeing that Duchamp's fish was fresh, I consulted with him to buy his fish.

Duchamp happened to be too lazy to run to the market, and he agreed. I saw the chef cooking fish, followed him to the kitchen, exchanged cooking skills with the chef, and personally instructed a squirrel salmon. In normal times, he would have to come to this restaurant to work for a few days to brush up on the successful cooking, but now he doesn't have the energy.

When the fish was cured, the fish soup was cooked, and the squirrel salmon was served on a plate, Duchamp couldn't help but exclaim, 'cool', and ate two bowls of rice with the fish soup. Looking at the oriental decoration here, I thought that if I had a chance in the future, I must go to the legendary East Continent to check out and see if there is a China that has crossed over.

Duchamp had eaten and drunk to his heart's content, and he had a few hundred meters of fish to sell, and he put it in his wallet, and he was in a good mood, and he was thinking about what he was going to do, when it suddenly occurred to him that there was still a long-cherished wish to be fulfilled.

He turned to the harbor area next door, looked up at a 45-degree angle to the sky, looked at the towering building headquarters of IBC (Cross Bell World Bank), remembered the task of "the richest man in the world", to catch up with the grand goal of the president of Dita, sighed about the great business of the third sister's family, thought that his pocket was empty, and couldn't help but feel sorry for himself, turned back to the hotel, and slept with his head covered.

When night fell, Duchamp quietly got up, drew the curtains tightly, and scanned the floor once with radar. Then use the sofa to block the door, take out the guide workbench, and start processing jewelry. Now he has nothing in his purse, and he can't even afford to live in a hotel without a few pieces of jewelry to sell.

During the conversation with Miss Imelda, Duchamp received a lot of useful information and visited the boutiques of Miss Imelda's shop, which inspired him a lot. Duchamp doubled in a pile of magic crystals, turned out five or six of the best and largest pieces, and pondered carefully for a long time before deciding on the processing plan. He chose a few more ornate styles and adjusted the energy efficiency design of the magic jewelry to C, which is the right level of sophistication achieved by a jeweler as young as himself.

In the process of processing, Duchamp couldn't help but think of his experience of servant streets, he hadn't greatly improved his strength for a long time, and he stayed on the fourth order for a long time, and it was also a way to get a few pieces of life-saving jewelry.

Magic jewelry is not infinitely worn. A person can only wear two pieces of magic jewelry, and if you wear too much, it will cause a guided resonance disorder. However, that refers to the average person, with Duchamp's natural characteristics, should be able to wear a few more pieces.

Duchamp looked at the embedded spells of these magic crystals in his hand, and his attributes were really mediocre, although he was poor, he couldn't look down on them.

"Poor! When will I be able to get the magic crystal of the eighth-level demonic beast and give myself a big ring! ”

After processing six or seven pieces of jewelry, there was not much left of the materials that Duchamp gambled on, and the jewelry made of platinum immediately looked like it was up a notch, hoping that the old lady could give more money.

Seeing that it was still early in the window, Duchamp rubbed his eyes and took a nap for a while.

Towards noon, Duchamp estimated that Miss Imelda should be in the store, and turned the corner of the department store to Miss Imelda's antique shop.

When Miss Imelda saw him, she rose from her seat with joy and greeted him in a loud voice: "Behold, the lovely handsome lad is here again, and today with his suitcase, is he planning to go back?" ”

Duchamp politely took off his top hat and saluted her, saying, "I have already booked my ticket for today's ferry, so I have come to bid you farewell." However, before leaving, there are a few small things that I have brought with me, and I have had time to ask you for advice in the future, and I will also bring them to you today. With that, he opened his suitcase and took out the six pieces of jewelry that he had worked on overnight last night.

Miss Imelda took it, carefully looked at them under the lamp, and after reading them, she commented sharply: "These six things, at first glance, are much more gorgeous than your previous rose brooch, and the jewelry design also has its own merits, but it seems that it is deficient in gem setting and magic guidance, and it is slightly worse for magic guidance in magic crystals." ”

The old lady's eyes were like torches, and the magic guidance energy efficiency of the rose brooch had reached the B level.

Duchamp hurriedly saluted and said: "Because I asked my father to polish the gems on my behalf, the craftsmanship is much more exquisite, but these six pieces are made by myself from beginning to end." ”

Miss Imelda nodded and said, "No wonder that one is much more mature. These six pieces, put in an ordinary jewelry store, may be a great compliment, but in my case, I can point out a lot of shortcomings. Well, for the sake of your future success, I will give you a total of 260,000 mira. You must make some good goods for me next time. ”

Duchamp hurriedly agreed.

Miss Imelda, open the safe, take the money out of it, count it and hand it to Duchamp.

Duchamp happily stretched out his paws, waiting to receive the money.

Suddenly, Miss Imelda stared at Duchamp's finger and said, "Well, the ring on your finger is a fine one, so bring it to me quickly." ”

Duchamp looked down and saw that he had forgotten to take off the Ring of the Breeze, so he hurriedly covered it with his hand and said, "This ring is a family crest imprint, which has been handed down by the ancestors, and has a special meaning, how can it be sold." ”

Miss Imelda said with regret: "Jewelry should be so beautiful that it is truly a fine product, and there must have been a master jeweler in your house before." ”

260,000 meters, holding it in his hand is a big stack, Duchamp held back his joy and said goodbye to Miss Imelda.

In the antique shop, Miss Imelda watched Duchamp leave, and Duchamp's face was full of joy and could not escape her eyes. When there was no one in the store, she leaned back in her chair and muttered proudly, "Today is another good business." If these magic jewels are changed to a delicate box, it should be no problem to sell 200,000 meters a piece. I'll do the math on how much money I'll make. ”

He received a full 260,000 meters from Miss Imelda, and when he came out, Duchamp remembered that the money he had gambled on was exactly one-tenth of that amount, and in the blink of an eye, it became ten times as much. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to get a fight, and as soon as he got it, he had to go shopping.

He first went to a general department store, bought formal wear, casual clothes, sports jackets, shirts, coats, shoes, and changed himself into a youthful casual dress by the way. I went to the "Kidd Weapons Shop" again, intending to choose a suitable weapon for myself.

The weapon shop is located on the south side of the Great Bell Square, and it contains guided weapons as well as normal weapons. In Crossbell, there is only a restriction on the types of weapons sold, and there is no restriction on purchase, after all, there are all kinds of Warcraft outside the city, and local Warcraft are easy to mutate, and ordinary citizens also need to carry weapons at any time to defend themselves.

Most of the guiding weapons in Kidd's weapons shop are produced by the Epstein Foundation, and Duchamp regrets that there is no guiding force knife that catches his eye. He only had to buy another ordinary waist knife. I chose several more weapons and prepared to take them back and give them away.

The owner of the weapons shop told him that it was okay to buy these things, but it was a problem to bring them back home. International trains and empty ships have strict restrictions on carrying weapons.

Duchamp waved his hand: It's okay. Just ask the boss to help him find a cardboard box to put the weapon in. By the time Kidd's boss brought in the cardboard box, Duchamp had already packed all the short weapons into his suitcase, and took the long weapons in a cardboard box and left.

Boss Kidd hasn't seen such a cow for a long time, and he hasn't twisted his neck for a long time.