Chapter 59 - Tracking

"Here we go again!" Chen Qing gritted his teeth and said, "It's the second-order tattoo soldier shot by that mysterious master again, and this time it's sold for a sky-high price of 45,000 taels. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoBecause this master has shot many times in the past two years, our Chen family's tattooed soldiers have begun to be questioned by all parties. He expertly pulled a few books out of his sleeve: "In the last two years, our income has dropped by 30 percent. The bigger reason is that many tattooers deliberately don't buy our tattooed soldiers, and keep the silver taels and wait for the mysterious master to make a move. 」

"And in the intervening years...... It's because the old master forged a third-order tattooed soldier. Otherwise...... Not more than 30 out of 100. 」

When Chen Tie heard this, his face became even more ugly.

In fact, this is the real and normal income.

It's just because in the past few years, where did this kind of marginal city come from a superb forger, and the tattooers in the radius had no choice but to buy the weapons forged by the Chen family. But when there are competitors, the monopoly is no longer there, and the tattoo owner has more choices, so the income gradually returns to normal.

It's just that for the Chen family, who have made huge profits through monopoly in the past ten years, there is no doubt that they will cut its flesh and drink its blood.

Regarding Chen Qing's report, Chen Tie knew that the real situation would only get worse.

You must know that there is only one master in the Chen family, and that is his father, Chen Lifa. And the starting price of the third-order tattoo soldier is 200,000. And as the master of Chen Lifa, he will not be like that master who does not create third-order tattooed soldiers but creates second-order tattooed soldiers.

The second-order tattoo soldiers are the main source of income for the Chen family.

Although there is only one master, there are seven second-order forging masters in the Chen family. It can probably produce more than a dozen second-order tattooed soldiers every year.

But since the auction of the "Falling Star Stick" two years ago, the ecology has begun to change.

Tattooers are not fools, they have their own vision. After seeing that there were such outstanding second-order tattooed soldiers, their eyes also began to rise. In the past, he used the second-order tattooed soldiers of the Chen family for himself, but now he would rather keep the silver taels and wait for the second-order tattooed soldiers produced by the mysterious master to spend a lot of money!

The master shot seven times in the past two years.

None of the seven second-order tattooed soldiers, including the Falling Star Stick, was less than 40,000 taels.

Each second-order tattoo is the best of the best, outstanding.

It's not that the Chen family's second-order tattoo soldiers are too bad, it's just that many things are like this—I'm afraid of comparison. As long as there is a comparison, there is a gap, and compared to that mysterious master, these second-order tattooed soldiers forged by the Chen family have become mediocre.

"Head of the family, if this continues, the Chen family's income will continue to decline. We can no longer allow that to happen. Chen Qing looked at Chen Tie very seriously: "We need to do something. 」

Chen Tie nodded, he was not his father. The way of operation is to do everything. He never resisted those shady methods: "The master will definitely send someone to the auction house to get the silver taels. Follow that guy and find the master for me!"

"Yes!"

............

To the South Auction House, the air seemed to become quiet.

Although it doesn't look very unusual, the atmosphere is unusually depressing.

Because if you look closely, there are all kinds of people outside the auction house.

There is a big man sitting in the teahouse opposite the auction house drinking tea, there is an old man standing not far away shouting and selling rock sugar gourds, and there is an aunt who sells steamed buns next to the teahouse. They all looked at the door of the auction house out of the corner of their eyes.

They are watching, and if there is any disturbance, it will not escape their eyes.

Suddenly, a dark shadow came into their eyes.

Those disguised threads and eyes are all lifted.

A tall figure two meters tall was dressed in a black cloak. The cloak even had a hat that shrouded him all over his body, and there was no clue to it.

The tall figure walked in, and it didn't take long for him to walk out.

At the moment when he left the street of the auction house, the big man who drank tea, the old man who sold rock sugar gourds, and the aunt who steamed buns all disappeared, following the figure.

The black-clothed figure was not fast, walking step by step as if it was a leisurely stroll, as if he didn't notice that someone was following him.

Those who followed looked at each other one by one, and they all saw the depression in their eyes.

They didn't have superb cultivation, and even the few people present, the highest cultivation was only one palace realm. But there are some things that you don't have to be able to do with higher cultivation. They are all masters of tracking and intelligence. The Chen family spends a large sum of money every year to support them, and even treats those who are close to the two palace tattoos, because of their outstanding intelligence ability.

What informants want most is information, but on the other hand, they hope that information is not so easy to obtain. Because the harder the information is obtained, the more challenging it is, and the more valuable it is.

The person who is following in front of you is defenseless and easy to track. But this time, the Chen family almost sent all of them intelligence officers. They thought it would be such a difficult opponent, but they didn't expect it to be such an easy person.

Disappointment floated deep in their eyes.

But soon, the look of disappointment vanished. After all, they are professionals, and even the most boring things have to be handled properly.

The man in black in front of him slowly turned into an alley, and a group of intelligence officers followed him.

It was only when they had just turned into the alley that they saw a teenager unbuckling his trousers and peeing, while singing a mountain song happily.

As if sensing someone looking at him, the boy screamed and quickly put back his pants on, "A bunch of perverts!

The tea-drinking man had a solemn face: "Young man, did you see a black-robed man walking in here just now?"

The young man exhaled, as if to make sure they weren't perverts, and then pointed to the other side of the alley, "The black-robed man has gone over there!"

The intelligence officers looked at each other and chased after him.

Only the big man paid more attention to the young man with a suspicious gaze when he followed closely. The ...... Striking bald head.

............

As the intelligence officers chased after the dark shadow, the bald boy greeted the light, walked through the streets and alleys, and came to the city gate familiarly: "Old coachman, I want to go back!"

"Okay!"

With a brisk pace, the Nauroma walked out to the southern city and came to the small village.

The bald boy paid the fare, and when the old driver left, he did not go into the house, but walked towards the village.

It's still the same mountain wall, it's still the same big boulder.

In two years, I haven't worn these away. On the contrary, the defense mechanism has been tightened. It's because someone's mechanism was broken by a bastard father, and he decided to strengthen the defense system.

"Master, you're here!" Round Stone had just moved away when he heard a respectful voice.

"Hmm!" The bald boy is naturally Xu Yan.