Chapter One Hundred and Nine: Hoarding and waiting for the price to rise
"Paint ......" Qianye planned to listen to what Yin Qiqi had to say first, the lion's big mouth was the style of the high-grade family, but it should not be her style.
However, her first sentence dealt a blow to Chiya: "Without our paint, this armor would not be so good." Moreover, its design should also be exclusive to us, and you cannot use it without permission. ”
This kind of armor is an idea, or better to say, a design concept, and if you have an idea, you can naturally make it. Oh, and there's one more key, paint.
However, Qianye believes that the sap of the sacred tree should have a much greater effect than paint.
"What do you want?" Thousand Nights had limited time and didn't plan to go around the bend again.
"The elders of the family mean that the value of the paint will account for more than half of the overall quotation. In addition, you need to ensure the supply of wood and sap of sacred trees. ”
In other words, the combined value of wood and sacred tree sap is not comparable to the so-called mysterious paint.
Qianye was noncommittal and asked, "What about the efficacy of the paint?"
"Confidentiality. ”
"How do I believe that paint is working as it should?"
"You can only believe. ”
"The recipe for the paint?"
"Confidentiality. ”
Qianye smiled and waved his hand, "Goodbye." ”
Yin Qiqi smiled: "Don't you want to continue talking?"
"If this condition is still the case, then there is nothing to talk about. ”
Yin Qiqi said: "The sky is asking for a price, and you will pay it back on the ground." Shouldn't it all be like this?"
"How did you become like those guys in Song Valve?" Qianye shook his head and said, "I don't lack armor for the time being, I'll talk about it when I don't need it." ”
"I can make a little more price, but I want to ensure the supply of the sap of the sacred tree. ”
Qianye finally raised his head and asked, "What you really want is the sap of the Holy Tree, right? This is the most critical production of the New World, and I will not transfer it without special reasons and good enough conditions." ”
"Resources, left in the warehouse is waste, and it has to be used to be valuable!"
Qianye laughed and said, "That's not right, it's also valuable to put it in the warehouse." ”
"What is it worth?"
"Hoarding and waiting for the price to rise!"
"You...... You are no different from Song Zining's scoundrel!"
"Who made us brothers? ”
Yin Qiqi shrugged helplessly and said, "I really can't help you." In this way, for the sake of the previous situation, I should help you once. Our Yin family has received news from the dark line of eternal night that the dark race has found a way to use the sap of the sacred tree, and the demand for the sap has increased greatly. The old guys in the Council of Elders just wanted to stock up on something, and when the empire also knew how to use the sap, they could make a lot of money. ”
Qianye laughed, but he didn't expect that the elder of the Yin family had the same idea as himself. In fact, he now sits on more than ten forests, and has more than twenty sacred trees in his hands. Others are hoarding sap, and Qianye is simply hoarding sacred trees.
Moreover, it is speculated from the remains of the Werewolf Battlefield in Mosal that under normal circumstances, after the Battle of the Forest, the sacred tree will be destroyed to some extent. In other words, as long as the Eternal Night Camp still uses the conventional combat method, even if it captures more forest seats than Thousand Nights, it will not necessarily harvest more than his sap.
However, the information brought by Yin Qiqi was very important, Qianye originally knew the importance of the Holy Tree sap, and after getting this information, he paid more attention to it. It was decided that until the purpose of the sap of the sacred tree was figured out, it would never be sold. The same goes for the wonderful stones of the island in the middle of the lake, which are somewhere between rock and metal.
The decision was made, and Qianye said to Yin Qiqi: "You are very cunning!"
Yin Qiqi spread her hands, "I don't blame me. After all, I am a member of the Yin family, if you are fooled, of course I will not help you. ”
"And what's going on with this armor blueprint?"
"Of course it's true, and so is the paint. It's just that the effect of the paint is not as good as I said, but it is still useful and has obvious effects. ”
Qianye groaned and said tentatively: "How about I exchange one part of the sap of the armor for ten parts of paint?"
Yin Qiqi sighed: "You are just too honest. My psychological price is actually fifty copies. Sixty we don't lose anything. If it was Song Zining's guy, he would probably shout 500 copies directly. ”
Qianye knew that he was wrong, so he corrected it, "That's fifty copies, but the workshop is going to move to Yonglu, and it will be produced here." ”
Eliminating the long-distance transportation of raw materials, this is the proper meaning, Yin Qiqi agreed on the spot, looked at Qianye when he left, and stopped talking.
Chiya didn't pay attention to her little strangeness, and was full of thoughts about what to do with Sosa and his Mosal werewolf army. Theoretically, the Werewolves were invincible to the regular Mosar Werewolf Army, but after a thousand nights of retraining and arming, mixed with Terran warriors with excellent tactical literacy, the Werewolves had the strength to fight against the Mosar Werewolves.
The key is Sosa.
A thousand nights are full of calculations, even with the addition of Wind, Carol and himself, with the help of Valhalla, he is not Sosa's opponent. The Maharaja, like the Heavenly King, is a completely different level for the following ranks.
Although Sosa didn't chase after him, this is also a bad thing, compared to other strong people, Thousand Nights can get used to the rules of the new world at an astonishing speed, but there is no guarantee that the Lord of the Eternal Night will not be familiar with the rules of the new world after a period of time.
He didn't expect to encounter the forces of other continents in the new world so soon, and since the opponent Dajun had already appeared, he could only see what the attitude of the extreme king was.
After explaining the work at hand, Qianye plunged headlong into the new world and continued to drive Valhalla around to harvest the forest. Since taking the Four Sacred Tree Forest, after two more forests appeared to fight against Qianye's will, Qianye found that the invisible pressure that had been entangling him seemed to loosen a lot. Each time you take a forest, you feel less stressful and more adaptable to the new world.
It seems that after eliminating the six-armed commander, the sacred tree transferred its support to Qianye, and the pressure on the new world became less, which was equivalent to increasing Qianye's strength in disguise.
After taking down the many forests in the direction of the Werewolf of Mosar, the various sacred trees also seemed to resonate with each other, and they supported Qianye even more, making Qianye's strength rise instead of falling in the new world, even stronger than in Yonglu.
Because of these discoveries, Thousand Nights began to speed up the pace of harvesting the six-armed creatures. When facing Sosa head-on, every point of strength increases the chances of survival.
Qin Lu, at the gate of the new world, suddenly the fog area surged, and a chilling killing machine rose into the sky, causing almost everyone in the defenders outside the door to stand on end, and some of the timid even collapsed to the ground!
In an instant, the police in the fortress were piercing, all the warriors grabbed their weapons and ran to their posts, and the ballistas on the turret began to glow with Force light.
In the blink of an eye, the army held its breath, and countless muzzle crossbows pointed at the gate. No one dared to be careless, and no one knew what would come out of the door.
Zhao Jundu once personally confessed that no matter when, he must always point a gun at the door. Even if there are thousands of armies, they may be wiped out in the New World.
The people in charge of guarding the fortress are the elites of the empire transferred from all over the country, and all of them have seen the big scene. But at this moment, the murderous aura rushing out of the door was surging like a tide, even if the prince and grand duke in the past were coming and going over the battlefield, the coercion was nothing more than that. So all experienced veterans are very nervous.
The white mist suddenly parted to both sides, forming a passage, from which a figure slowly walked out, holding a spear, and his footsteps were as steady as Mount Tai.
Every time he fell, not only the earth shook for it, but even the white mist separated on its own, and even the most powerful alien beasts in the past never forced the white mist to retreat. This is no ordinary fog, but a new world force with substance.
Some of the recruits were sweating down their foreheads, and their hands holding the trigger were shaking. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and someone finally couldn't bear the pressure of the mountain and accidentally pulled the trigger.
A large-caliber Force bomb roared out and headed straight for the figure's eyebrows.
The man's mood was soothing, and he stretched out his hand casually, took the Force bomb off the air, looked at it and threw it aside, and said, "The will is too bad, and the accuracy is not bad." ”
Hearing this hoarse voice, one of the generals stood up and shouted, "Stop!
The man walked out of the fog, and sure enough, it was Zhao Jundu. Just when they saw his appearance clearly, everyone was shocked. The general Zhao Valve hurriedly rushed over and exclaimed, "My lord, you, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Jundu's hair was messy, and most of his long hair was cut off, leaving only a few inches of short hair. He was covered in blood and mud, his armor was tattered, and in some places only a piece of armor was hanging and dangling. There were a few more wounds on the face that was so handsome that it was impossible to find a blemish, one of which slanted past the eyebrows and extended most of the face.
Only those eyes, as clear as ever.
He looked at the stunned soldiers on the defensive line, and the atmosphere was tense to the point of being on the verge of eruption, before he realized his problem, and his murderous aura slowly subsided. Many of the warriors breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground, as if they were about to collapse.
Facing the surrounding generals, Zhao Jundu said lightly: "I'm fine, it's just a little injury, it's not worth making a fuss." ”
As he spoke, he threw the gun in his hand to a general next to him and said, "Build another one in the shape of this gun, and double the weight." Damn, Song Zining's things are all light and fluffy, and they are awkward to use. ”
The generals looked at Zhao Jundu with a dull expression.
Zhao Jundu laughed and said, "What are you looking at, haven't you seen Ben Shuai scolding people? Don't be stunned, hurry up and prepare a new set of clothes, this one on your body can no longer be worn." ”
Many of the generals are old men of Zhao Valve, but even they feel that they have seen a new Zhao Jundu today, if they don't see it with their own eyes, they must wonder if this is a fake by others.
A moment later, in the main building in the center of the fortress, the attendants had already placed a large basin of boiling hot bath water. Zhao Jundu stepped into the bathtub and groaned comfortably. But the original pool of clear water turned red in the blink of an eye. He had many wounds all over his body, many of which had not yet been closed, and when he was soaked in hot water, blood seeped out.
Zhao Jundu didn't care at all, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was about to fall asleep. The maid next to her was frightened, and boldly reminded: "Lord Cointreau, do you want to call a doctor?"
Zhao Jundu opened his eyes and said, "No, bring clothes and towels." ”
After a while, Zhao Jun wrapped himself in a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom, and sat down in the study. In just a short distance, his bathrobe was already soaked with blood in several places.
He looked at the time and said to himself, "It's almost time, why haven't you seen anyone yet?"
"Are you waiting for Lao Tzu?" there was a rough laugh outside the door, and then the door of the study was kicked open.