Chapter 302: Trading
Familiar voices, and the smell of tobacco on the other person's body.
After Zhao Ke was slightly stunned, he quickly understood who the person behind him was, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Why is this guy not dead yet?" β
However, it is also a kind of fate to be able to meet this old smoking gun here.
Immediately, Zhao Ke turned his head, looked at the black shadow beside him, and said with a wicked smile: "Brother, it seems that the last terrifying space has gained a lot!" β
"Huh??"
The other party's eyes widened, although the black shadow covered the face, but this part of the eye could be seen.
saw Zhao Ke's playful eyes, and Zhao Ke's voice.
The old cigarette gun can't wait to stuff a big durian in his mouth.
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looked like a ghost, and screamed: "You kid, are you still alive? β
Zhao Ke: ......
It's not the first time that the two of them have dealt with each other, and it is said that they are born and cooked twice, but they didn't expect to see each other die in their hearts, which is also strange.
After the old smoker finished speaking, he seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly coughed a few times to relieve his embarrassment.
"Ahem, brother, I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person."
The old smoking gun is about to slip away.
But since Zhao Ke caught him, how could he let this old fox escape.
This is a ghost city, of course the postman can't do it here, but he can deal with a big smoking gun, and Zhao Ke has a way.
I saw Zhao Ke unhurriedly take out a pack of tobacco from the mail album and gently pinch a pinch in the palm of his hand.
The deep aroma is like an old wine, and the fragrance spreads.
Ordinary people can't smell it, but for this big smoking gun who is addicted to smoking, it's like a dog smelling a bone, and he just walked out not far away, and immediately turned around and didn't walk back.
Looking at the tobacco pinched by Zhao Ke's fingers, the eyes of this big smoking gun turned green.
The golden fluffy tobacco leaves, one by one with a clear order, were pinched by Zhao Ke on his fingers, rubbing back and forth, but they were sticky but not messy, conniving and rubbing into a small ball, and no tobacco shreds were sticking together.
With only the color and fragrance, he is until, this tobacco is amazing, absolutely superb.
Just now he just smelled that the smell of smoke on Zhao Ke's body was very unique, so he wanted to come over and taste it, but he didn't expect it to be such a superb.
What made him even more distressed was that such a superb tobacco was actually on this unlucky body.
He wanted to smoke, but for an unlucky person like Zhao Ke, he instinctively wanted to dodge, who knew this guy.
But the tobacco in Zhao Ke's hand is too tempting, better than the tobacco exchanged in the postal book.
For a while, the connivance couldn't see his face, but the eager eyes of the big smoking gun had betrayed this guy's heart, and at this time it must be like a cat scratching, itching his heart.
"Hey, brother, even!"
Finally, it seemed that he couldn't stand the inner struggle, so he saw the old smoking gun coming over, and he looked shameless, just like the two of them just now.
However, Zhao Ke threw away the cigarette the size of a fingernail in his hand, turned around and left.
Leave him alone from start to finish.
"Oops!"
Zhao Ke flicked his fingers, and in the crowd, he saw an old smoking gun and a vicious dog pounced, and his body was like a toad falling in the air, taking the tobacco in the palm of his hand.
I was scolded in my heart: "Loser, throw away such a good thing." β
Holding the fingernail-sized piece of tobacco in his hand, the old cigarette gun narrowed his eyes, and regardless of the strange eyes of others, he squatted in the corner and carefully put this small pinch of tobacco in the smoke pot.
Zhao Ke didn't care what the old smoking gun was doing, just strode into the red smoke hall.
As soon as he entered the door, a steward immediately stepped forward, enthusiastically promoted, wearing this neat suit, bowed to Zhao Keshen 90 degrees and said: "Guest officer, today we are the year-end big reward of the Red Smoke Restaurant, as long as you recharge 20 points of postage, you can experience the super large-scale group activities held by the Red Smoke House for free."
"Where Did the Girl Go" large-scale team variety event.
There are professional videographers, 28 space attractions, and professional logistics, which will ensure your service throughout the process.
In the attraction space, if you don't have funds, you can rely on, the lonely landlady, the horny queen, the pretty daughter-in-law of the shop, the little Lori of the old Wang's family next door, etc., etc., etc., to earn honorariums and experience the fun of turning over as a landlord. β
When the steward said this, he didn't forget to hand Zhao Ke a leaflet.
Zhao Ke took a closer look, and suddenly secretly sweated in his heart, this is just an activity.
But there are many details in it, and you only need to think about it a little deeply, and you can find that the power and strength of the Red Smoke Pavilion are indeed as I heard before.
Behemoth.
Having experienced the strength of the space postman, Zhao Ke definitely didn't want to meet this kind of opponent again.
And the twenty-eight space attractions, these are all arranged by the masters of the space postman.
Zhao Ke can't figure out how many space postmen are needed, but it will definitely not be less than five.
It is conceivable that the Red Smoke Pavilion has amazing financial and material resources, no wonder it can become a behemoth in the ghost market.
For a while, Zhao Ke stood in front of the Red Smoke Pavilion, and suddenly had the illusion that ants were standing in front of an elephant.
Seeing that Zhao Ke didn't speak, the steward quietly said: "I will send you a message for free, this team activity, but there will be some obstacles designed in the activity, and each other can compete fairly, and in the end, the person with the most property can get one, and a VIP membership card of Hongyan Pavilion." β
"No need, find a private room with a wider view, no girl, a pot of tea, two plates of snacks, I'll wait for someone!"
"Okay! This activity on the first floor is open to the public, and within six floors, you can see the process through the window, you see......"
"Yes!"
Zhao Ke nodded, and was taken into a private room on the fifth floor by the steward, according to Zhao Ke's instructions, there was no girl to disturb him.
The two plates of delicate dim sum, in Zhao Ke's opinion, are not very brilliant, but the taste is not bad.
The taste of tea is much better than the previous few times, it may be the annual meeting reward, and I am finally willing to take out good tea.
Zhao Ke took out the life willow cigarette stick and unhurriedly put tobacco into it.
With a relaxed and lazy demeanor, he slowly took a bite and spit out the window.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for a knock to be heard outside the door.
The door opened a crack, the big smoking gun poked his head in, lifted his nose and inhaled deeply, and his toes were eager to stand up, if he was a dog, he was afraid that he would smell this fragrance, and the tip of his tail could jump straight.
"Hehe, my big brother, long time no see, I miss you to death!"
didn't wait for Zhao Ke to speak, the big smoking gun walked in quickly, and the sensible polite words made Zhao Ke think of those old and ugly aunts standing on the street.
"Don't be so polite, I'm not familiar with you!"
Zhao Ke twisted his head, and laughed secretly in his heart: "This old guy is really a dog, so he came over so quickly." β
"Don't, big brother, we can't be like this, once raw and twice cooked, if we don't cook, there will be no meat in the pot that can be cooked."
"Huh!" Zhao Ke smiled lightly, feeling that this big smoking gun was really shameless.
Describe Zhao Ke and him as meat in a pot.
"Don't talk nonsense, it's okay to ask for tobacco, do me a little favor, I'll share some with you."
Zhao Ke didn't go around in circles with him anymore, I believe that after tasting the taste of that mouthful of tobacco, if he let the old smoking gun give up and not smoke, it would be more uncomfortable than directly taking away a stamp from him.
After hearing Zhao Ke's words, he saw the old cigarette gun's eyes rolling slightly, and said in a low voice: "That...... I really can't help with the red coffin. β
When Zhao Ke heard this, his nose almost crooked.
The last time Zhao Ke asked him, he said half of the goods, so he didn't continue, and he must have known that he had opened the red coffin, so he refused to tell himself again.
But now, Zhao Ke didn't bother to inquire about the red coffin, he swore that he would never touch that coffin again in his life, and he didn't even want to hear it.
He was asking about something else.
"I heard that the Red Smoke Pavilion held a high-level VIP annual meeting today, and very rare stamps will be auctioned, is there a way to take me in."
Although Zhao Ke has a VIP membership card, it is limited to inquiring about some news, and it will not work if he wants to participate in this kind of high-level VIP annual meeting.
But Zhao Ke until, the big smoking gun in front of him, often soaked here, must be a senior member.
If you want to find the stamp "Sand Sea", you should be able to find it here.
"What ......... this?"
Hearing Zhao Ke's request, the old cigarette gun's eyes swirled, his eyes stared at the tobacco in Zhao Ke's hand, and his eyes lit up
(β§β‘β§) "A pack of shredded tobacco!" β
"Don't think!" (*οΏ£οΈΏοΏ£)
( Μv')"Half a pack! β
"Two pots, if you don't want it, get out."
Zhao Ke frowned, and he was secretly happy in his heart, and he didn't care if he really gave half a pack of tobacco, because the old man gave him the formula.
However, with the principle of giving less if you can, Zhao Ke is already pinching the two smoking pots, the mental limit of this big smoking gun.
"Good! Give Smoke! β
Sure enough, the big smoking gun saw that Zhao Ke was already impatient, slapped the table, and reached an agreement with Zhao Ke.