"Hiss......"

A puff of green smoke spewed out of the nose of the big smoking gun, and he took a sip, drank a sip of tea, ate a snack, and two big ass chicks beat his legs on the side.

That feeling, beauty.

"When to enter!"

There was no time in the ghost market, but Zhao Ke felt that it had been almost half an hour.

It is said that at this time, the annual meeting should have begun, but seeing the appearance of the big smoking gun lying there unmoved, Zhao Ke was a little uncertain in his heart.

"What's the hurry, this annual meeting, there are a few intermediate postmen, all of them are coming, go in so early, can you talk to those intermediate postmen, or what's wrong? Let's wait for the second half of the main event to start before we go in. ”

The big smoking gun is very slippery, and his speech is not leaky, just now Zhao Ke caught his little tail, and now he takes two puffs, and this guy's IQ is suddenly on the line.

"Cut!"

Zhao Ke didn't care, he didn't have much interest in those intermediate postmen.

Although there has been no real head-to-head battle, if you compare Yao Jun, in Zhao Ke's heart, the intermediate postman may still be like that.

seemed to see Zhao Ke's indifferent eyes, and the big smoking gun waved his hand, signaling the two little girls to go down and rest.

"Hey!"

"What?"

Zhao Ke turned around, and saw that the black fog on the face of the big smoke gun gradually solidified, and a pair of eyes exposed to the black fog stared directly at Zhao Ke, and said in a serious voice: "Don't underestimate the intermediate postman, you and them are already two concepts to describe." ”

Zhao Ke didn't think so at first, but when he saw the solemn eyes of the big smoking gun, Zhao Ke's heart suddenly felt like something had been stabbed, and his heart felt cold.

Soon, Zhao Ke found that even his breathing began to become short.

There was a buzz in his ears, and it seemed that blood rushed down the soles of his feet to the top of his head in an instant.

"Poof!"

A smell of blood filled the air, and Zhao Ke stabbed the dagger into his thigh, activating the iron will of "Veteran" through the sting.

His eyes snapped open, recovering from the imminent feeling of suffocation.

"Huh!"

The big smoking gun was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at Zhao Ke, he was a little more surprised, stared at Zhao Ke thoughtfully, and said with a strange smile: "I can't see it, you have a lot of good things in your hands." ”

"Explain!"

Zhao Ke had a cold face, his eyes were covered with a layer of frost, and his body was gently sideways, like an angry wolf, which had already raised its tail and could pounce at any time.

The big smoking gun didn't speak, just took a puff of the cigarette stick in his hand, opened his mouth and gently sprayed out, a smoke ring, faintly floating in the air.

Immediately the smoke ring "touch!" The sudden dispersion of the group.

"Not good!"

Seeing that the smoke ring suddenly dispersed into a mist, the golden pupil of Zhao Ke's left eye suddenly opened, and a chill that made his whole body hairy welled up.

But before Zhao Ke moved, he felt his shoulders sink suddenly.

"Fists are the biggest explanation!"

Looking back, Zhao Ke's pupils tightened, and he saw that the big smoking gun didn't know when, so he was standing behind him.

"Lost!"

Zhao Ketie blushed, and slowly lowered his hands, he knew that he had lost, and his wet back had been soaked with cold sweat.

"Let's go!"

The big smoking gun patted Zhao Ke's shoulder and signaled that he could enter.

He didn't explain so much to Zhao Ke, he didn't reach that level, and even if he did, he couldn't explain it.

Even if he stood in front of Zhao Ke and let Zhao Ke see it, Zhao Ke was just looking at the flowers in the fog.

Zhao Ke clenched his fists, followed behind the big smoking gun, took the elevator, and went directly to the 28th floor.

After the steward saw the membership card presented by the big smoking gun, he didn't ask Zhao Ke who was behind him, and directly sent the two into the box.

It is a very small box, but the decoration is the best Zhao Ke has ever seen.

The woolen blanket of Persian origin is thick and three-layered, and the feeling of stepping on it is moderately soft and hard, and it is very comfortable.

As for the price...... In the United States, the middle class can't afford to spend anyway.

The sofa is a custom-made Italian AM special custom version, plus the murals on the wall, mahogany decoration, it can be said that in this private room, the most worthless thing, I am afraid that it is a set of Gaggenau's simple kitchen and bathroom facilities on the side, which is cheaper, about 800,000.

As you can imagine, the cost of renovation of this private room.

But you get what you pay for, and Zhao Ke sat on the sofa, feeling more comfortable than lying in his coffin.

Zhao Ke was even considering whether to re-customize such a comfortable coffin and go back and use it as a bed for himself.

The front of the box is a glass that has been specially treated so that no one can see what's behind the glass.

Zhao Ke tried to look at it with his golden pupils, but he couldn't see anything.

From here, you can see the trapezoidal private rooms below, from the 29th floor to the 23rd floor, and the middle part is hollow.

"Hey, hey, just in time!"

The big smoking gun, looked at the auction that was being prepared below, grinned, and handed the cigarette stick in his hand to Zhao Ke.

With serious eyes, he looked at Zhao Ke, meaning, is it another pot.

Zhao Ke was not stingy this time.

This big smoking gun, although the thief is sleek, has no ill will towards himself.

It is said that the child is reluctant to catch the wolf.

Of course, Zhao Ke is reluctant to have children, but a little tobacco is still reluctant.

Divide a pinch of tobacco into the big smoking gun, and Zhao Ke took out his cigarette stick and smoked it.

"Wait!"

Before Zhao Kehuo was lit, he listened to the big smoke gun on the side, staring at the cigarette stick in Zhao Ke's hand for a while.

Before, he was attracted to the tobacco and didn't notice it.

At this time, I saw that the cigarette stick in Zhao Ke's hand was not ordinary.

The dark green is like green, and the rich breath of life makes this cigarette stick seem to come to life.

Especially the smoke pot of the cigarette stick, I don't know what the material is, so that he can't recognize it as a well-informed old smoker.

"Superb!"

The big cigarette stick screamed excitedly, but then shook his head with a look of regret.

"The material is superb, and when used to make cigarette sticks, it's a real TM loser."

The big cigarette stick said, pointing down at Zhao Kebi.

"Thirty points, how's that?"

"Not for sale!"

Zhao Ke's reply was very direct, he liked this cigarette stick very much, not to mention, this was something left by his old man for himself, Zhao Ke kept it as a thought, of course he refused to sell it.

saw Zhao Ke's decisive and direct refusal.

Although the big smoking gun is greedy, it is not asking, whether there are some things that have the intention of being sold, you can know by looking at the other party's demeanor.

If Zhao Ke did not refuse directly, but gave an ambiguous reply, then there was still a discussion.

Such a direct refusal has already explained Zhao Ke's attitude.

At this time, I heard a burst of advertising words from the takeaway: "Red Smoke House Auction, buyers and sellers trade directly, and there is no middleman to make the difference......"

When Zhao Ke heard the advertising words, he felt very familiar, and suddenly felt that the operator of the Red Smoke House must be someone who often pays attention to some details in reality.

I can't say how genius he is, but he is definitely a qualified business master.

The auction of the Red Smoke House is different from its tradition.

It's very similar to the auction price for takeaway, but it's not a postage transaction, and most of it is bartered.

Zhao Ke only needs to shake the stamp he wants to trade against the glass in front of him, and the message will appear on the glass of other people's private rooms.

Soon, he saw the information of the stamps in front of him, which dazzled Zhao Ke.

"What is this?"

Zhao Ke took a closer look and couldn't help but be cold for a long time, and found that the stamps traded by the intermediate postman were completely different from what he imagined.

Silver stamps?

Gold stamps?

No, no, no...... Zhao Ke's previous assumptions were all overturned, and looking at the stamp information that appeared in front of him, he found that there was indeed a big generation gap between the low-level and the middle-level.

What they exchanged with each other was not stamps, but something very strange.

For example: "The head of a witch." ”

This thing really is a witch's head.

There are a lot of strange things, and Zhao Ke didn't know what these things were used for a while, because the statement on the remarks was very vague and the effect was too extensive.

On the contrary, Zhao Ke didn't know what these things were going to do?

"Aren't you looking for stamps, let's see what valuable things you can come up with, remind you, forget about the postage points, the people here don't lack your postage points!"

With a big smoking gun on the side, he was lying on the comfortable sofa with a look of enjoyment, smoking the cigarette stick in his hand, and at the same time squinting at Zhao Ke, as if he was deliberately watching Zhao Ke's jokes.

This is the same as the concept of a child holding the most precious treasure in his hand and running to trade with adults.

Even in the eyes of children, their own models are the most precious things.

But for these adults, it's worthless.

Cross-level transactions, for Zhao Ke, can not occupy any initiative at all, unless......

Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows slightly, took out something from the mail book, and the big smoking gun didn't care at first, but when he saw clearly what Zhao Ke was holding in his hand, his eyes almost fell off!

∑(っ°Д°; "Don't sell it!" ”