"Miss Zhang, our boss is inside, just go in by yourself."

On the second floor, Ke pointed to the closed door.

"You guys here, can you really make any wish come true?"

"Yes, Miss Zhang."

"What if I were to have a man die at once?"

"Miss Zhang, it depends on the mood of our boss, if the value you give the boss thinks it's worth it, it's not impossible."

Zhang Lin became more and more interested in this trade fair.

What kind of fairy place is this?

The owner of this hall must have been very wealthy.

The door opened to reveal a large hall decorated in the style of an ancient European court, with brown leather sofas, intricate totemic carpets, and a large landscape painting near the window.

The inscription of the landscape painting is 'Jiang Zhenhua' three vigorous brush characters.

It's actually Mr. Jiang's painting.

"You may be seated."

Suddenly, a pleasant female voice sounded, and Jiang Qian came out of the study very elegantly, holding a prepared contract in his hand.

"Jiang Qian?" Zhang Lin was stunned, "Why are you here?" ”

"I'm the boss here, why can't I be here?"

Jiang Qianwu walked to the sofa and sat down, crossed his legs, put one hand on his knee and rubbed his chin with the other, "Let me guess, do you want to have your literary talent again?" ”

"Sure enough, it's you, Jiang Qian, what kind of monster are you, ...... you"

Zhang Lin was shocked in his heart, this extraordinary-looking trading club turned out to be Jiang Qian's.

The person who caused her to be unable to write the script anymore was really Jiang Qian.

"You don't care who I am, Zhang Lin, you just need to know, take out your most precious things and trade with me, I can fulfill all your wishes, pay attention, it's everything."

Zhang Lin snorted coldly, "Then I'll let you die?" ”

Jiang Qian didn't laugh angrily, "Of course you can make such a deal with me, and as a price, it is naturally your own life." ”

A life for a life?

Zhang Lin squinted slightly and stared at Jiang Qian for a long time.

The person in front of her was clearly Jiang Qian, who was full of black material, but she didn't think it was, and felt that this Jiang Qian was very strange.

Strange, just like another person.

"Jiang Qian, I don't care what you do to me, you have to let me have the ability to create again."

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Jiang Qian laughed softly, "Of course, what value do you think you have that can match your talent?" ”

"How much do you want?"

"Money? You think, I'm short of money? ”

Thinking of the antique paintings she saw along the way, she knew that those things were worth a lot of money even if she didn't know the goods.

Everything in this room is valuable.

"Say it, what do you want."

Jiang Qian made a distressed expression, "There is really nothing I can see in you, otherwise why don't you give me your conscience, and I will give you back your talents?" ”

Conscience?

Does this society still need such a thing as conscience?

Zhang Lin said very disdainfully, "If you want my conscience, you can take it." ”

"Very good," Jiang Qian snapped his fingers and pointed to the contract on the table, "The name is signed, the contract will take effect immediately, and your talent will come back immediately." ”

Staring at the transaction contract on the snow-white paper, Zhang Lin hesitated for a moment.

She doesn't need a conscience, she just needs to live well, as long as she lives well, what do you want her conscience to do?

Yes, Jiang Qian wants it, then give it to her.