Let's not worry about the timbre of the translator, the customer comes first, and the customer is received first. Qian Jing first moved the only chair in the room to her, looked at her feet off the ground and was stunned for a second, and then took the "delivery ticket" in her hand.

I have to say that the bright red color painted on the nails of her hands and feet by this fortress star mage is very beautiful, and she has been dangling in front of Qian Jing's eyes and in her head. It's not that Qian Jing has some kind of strange fetish, but he has an intuition: under the bright red color, there seems to be a hidden pattern, maybe some kind of magic array. It is they that provide spell support for the female mage's ability to fly.

Why do you think so? Qian Jing can only be explained by the ink of mind shaping. Since he had this thing, he has become more sensitive to various compositions, pictures, and color combinations, and his observation ability and learning ability have improved significantly. As another example, he just glanced down at the "pick-up ticket" in his hand and knew that the signature on it was genuine. He had seen this signature in the goods records of the warehouse: "She Youyu", that is, Old Man She. He added the word "Dou Er" to his name and unloaded a two-tael grain and oil ticket.

"It's been a long time since I've seen this thing, it's out of circulation with us. Qian Jing took the "delivery coupon" changed from the grain and oil stamps in the planned economy era and said to the female mage: "Please wait a moment, I need to check the records before I can redeem it." Excuse me, what is your name?"

"Lyusa Wende. This pick-up ticket belongs to my dad, who is Red Wind. The female mage wrung her fingers nervously, "Please hurry up......, okay?" It's okay, please hurry. ”

Qian Jing heard that something was wrong, and felt that the female mage was begging the White Flag Grocery Store a little bit in this matter? It stands to reason that the White Flag Grocery Store has been closed for a long time, and if the delivery coupon is true, then the White Flag is a failure to deliver goods in time and neglect the customer, and Liusha Wende actually didn't dare to complain? He immediately decided to find out about this matter, and the best way was to ask Mr. Liu.

It's a bit silly to bury your head in a woven bag, but it's the only way to talk to Earth. Mr. Liu was "on duty" at the White Flag grocery store, probably because he was old, and he almost didn't react when he received a call from Qian Jing. "I haven't heard of such a thing as a pick-up coupon on the sand star, so I took a look at the account...... Nor did it. Are you saying that it has the autograph of the old man, and that it uses the kind of grain and oil coupons that we used to have? This is unlikely. Grain and oil stamps are of high value and are often more like hard currency than banknotes. Old Man She would not give the precious grain and oil coupons to the aliens as pick-up coupons - it is more likely that he will use a piece of paper casually. ”

"Then what should I do about this matter?" Qian Jing said into the phone with his head bored.

"If you don't have it in the account, you can't give it to those aliens for nothing, right? You just tell Miss Laisha that you can't find out about the pick-up coupon at all, and it is recommended that you don't admit it, don't accept it, and just send it away." She's not there? Remember, although I don't admit it, I have to have a good attitude, understand?"

The phone hung up, but Qian Jing felt very uncomfortable. He now had the ticket in his hand, and the touch at his fingertips told him very firmly and clearly: it was real.

If it was a philistine and cunning merchant, there was a good chance that he would not redeem this pick-up ticket, exactly as Mr. Liu said. However, Qian Jing had just started working part-time, and had only done two 25 yuan business (Li Changshou and construction workers), and he still regarded himself more as a consumer, and he felt the pain and anger of the rejection of the redemption of the delivery coupon, so he was very reluctant to act in Mr. Liu's way. Besides, crossing is more of an adventure than a job for Qian Jing, and solving puzzles and investigating the secrets behind this pickup ticket shouldn't be part of the adventure?

Nothing goes untraceable, and he firmly believes that. So, he continued to bury his face in the woven bag and put a hand in it. He needs to check the inventory through the salesperson system, and this can only be done by controlling the stickman.

Before leaving, he left five stickmen and a simple task in the warehouse, which was to continue making Legion juice and Legion wine in various flavors. It's not a tiring task, most of the time is waiting for the food flavor enhancer to run, and all that's left is to add ingredients, fill the finished product and clean the container.

If you can make a phone call by stuffing your head and phone into a woven bag, you should have no problem connecting and controlling the stickman. In any case, Qian Jing thinks that his ability to connect with the stickman is far more high-end than that of China Mobile Communication. I tried it, and it worked.

The next step is to get the message across. Stickmen can borrow the thinking ability of Qian Mirror, which gives them the ability to see and hear, as well as how to operate a computer. His stickman can enter and exit the warehouse, and naturally he can turn on the computer, and it seems that the White Flag grocery store sees the stickman as part of the body of the money mirror. However, the stickman could not speak, nor could he transmit information through thoughts, and the computer did not have a printer. Qian Jing pondered for a long time, and could only hope that the stickman could write, and then used it as a letter to communicate through the cargo transmission channel.

When he had this thought, he immediately fell into a constant physical exhaustion and dull mind, and it seemed that manipulating the stickman in this way was extremely expensive. Qian Jing plunged into the bag, and his body twitched from time to time, which made the magician Liu Sha's heart tremble. If it wasn't at the White Flag grocery store, if it wasn't the salesperson at work, she would have thought it was the colorful bag eating.

There are creatures in the desert that resemble this predatory mechanism, known as gravity sunflowers. Usually hidden in the sand, only the tentacles are exposed to detect the surroundings. If they find prey, even if it is a mage flying in the sky, they will hunt it. Using a strong gravitational field to suck the other party over, stuff it into a cylindrical mouth, and slowly chew and devour, a very painful death. Due to its ability to create up to 10 times the force of gravity locally, almost no living thing has the ability to resist.

Fortunately, the salesman seemed to be stuck there, and he didn't go any deeper, and no flesh and blood splashed out. After about five minutes, the salesman finally broke free from the bag.

"It's about a bit of an eyebrow. Qian Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned against the wall to make himself stand firmer: "Do you know what kind of goods you want to pick? If I describe it accurately, I can find it faster." I'm really sorry, I'm a newcomer, and I'm not very skilled in business, so I'm sorry for you. ”

"It's not a problem, actually, I should have said it earlier. The female mage hurriedly waved her hand: "My father placed an order, and I don't know how to pronounce that thing." All I know is that it's a green, sticky, lumpy substance that tastes contradictory, smelly and fragrant when placed in a glass bottle. I'm not sure if our sense of smell is the same as yours, so ...... Is that enough?"

To be on the safe side, Qian Jing could only say, "I'll do my best." In fact, he has basically determined that the pick-up coupon is about the stinky tofu in the warehouse.

After so many years, those stinky tofu have long expired, and when he took stock and cleaned up, he still disposed of it himself! Why did Old Man She travel to the magic planet to sell stinky tofu and use the way of picking up coupons? Could it be that he is engaged in hunger marketing, this is stinky tofu and not millet! Moreover, why is this not accounted for?

The more Qian Jing pondered it, the more interesting he found it to be.