What happens if you fail?

Death in real life is the destination of a salesman, but what about it? It was severely punished and electrocuted for five full minutes, until it became incontinent and the punisher let it go.

At that time, it knew that it could only do this in its life, curled up in a cage that even had to turn around, and lived a life of starvation every day.

The little assistants who are locked up here are like that.

Some people who live a little more affluent never look at it more.

And now Bazahei has become the most prominent and excellent one among the little assistants at the bottom by relying on Ding Bao, and the money it earns is enough to eat and drink enough, so it stands to reason that it should also learn from other little assistants who make money, and only take care of itself.

Ay......

"I shouldn't have helped."

Baza Hei is still a little tangled.

So he didn't turn around anymore, for fear of seeing those eyes again, helpless and humble, like it was back then.

By the time it came to its senses, Ding Bao was ready.

I don't know what I'm busy with just now, Ding Bao looks very tired at this time, his hands and feet lying flat on the bed can't move, and his breathing is a little short.

Bazahei was just busy eating, and he didn't notice what she was doing.

"Are you ready?"

"Hmm."

"That's okay, draw a prize before the mission starts, you can choose one of the following six boxes, and the reward will be distributed in the next world."

Ding Bao looked at the six blue boxes floating in front of him, squinted his eyes and casually clicked on the one on the far right.

In the next second, the other five boxes disappeared instantly, only the chosen one continued to rotate in front of Ding Bao, and as it got closer and closer, the box automatically opened, and a dazzling light burst out from inside.

"Congratulations to the salesman, get a pair of heterochromatic pupils, the reward will be distributed in the next world, please keep up the salesman's good work!"

"What the hell are heterochromic pupils?"

"The reward is immediate, and it is mandatory, if the salesman is not satisfied, he can't return it, okay, the next task starts, and the salesman is ready......"

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At about four o'clock in the morning, Du San, the guy in charge of purchasing, yawned and walked out of the room with a lantern, as soon as he went out, the cold wind carried the dead branches and leaves all over the courtyard.

The vegetable sellers who regularly deliver vegetables every day were already guarding the door, and when they saw Du San coming out, more than a dozen vegetable sellers with burdens rushed up, one by one, speaking with an authentic Lincheng accent, vying to get in front of Du San.

"Third master, you are awake, I just picked the straw mushrooms from home, they are very fresh, you see, they are chopped and mixed with porridge in the morning, they are beautiful!"

Du San carried the lantern and looked at the basket of mushrooms handed over by the vegetable vendor, it was indeed plump, and the top of the mushroom was fat, it was a fresh thing.

"How much?"

"You buy them all, and I only need twenty silver quills for these."

"Twenty?"

When Du San heard this, his mouth under the mustache pouted slightly, and he shook his head and was about to go to the next one.

Seeing this, the greensmith grabbed him by the arm again, smiling and pleading.

"It's been really hard lately, my family of five relies on these straw mushrooms, how much can you give?"

When Du San heard this, he reached out and rubbed his beard, and after a little hesitation, he raised his voice.

"Fifteen silverquills, I'll take them all, or I'll take them."

"Sell, sell, sell, you are a good person, give us a little way out."

As he spoke, the vegetable seller handed the basket to Du San, and after receiving fifteen silver quills, he carried the burden and left.

The remaining row of vegetable vendors had already lined up and put their own dishes in front of Du San to choose.

The self-visiting dealers are also mentally prepared, this rich man's family is stingy and stingy, no matter how good the dish is, it can't be sold at a good price, and some people come with a burden to smear, and maybe they can't even earn five silver quills after a trip.

But there is no way, no one is having a hard time now, who can these vegetables sell to if they are not sold to the rich man's family? So even if everyone knows that they will be stripped of their skin, they are willing to queue up to be picked.

Du San picked out a few more fresh dishes, and after giving the money, he asked the little guy in the door to bring a basket of vegetables in.

The rest of the vegetable sellers were also blown away, and those who did not sell a single vegetable leaf could only sigh and leave with their burdens.

Du San was about to turn around and go back to the house, when suddenly a black shadow squatting in the corner stood up and rushed over in one step.

The smell of fishy smell made Du San's beard fly, and he hurriedly reached out to cover his nose and frowned at the person in front of him.

"Third master, I have the fish I just caught this morning, and it's still alive, can you take a look?"

"Fish? What fish? ”

It's really rare to be able to catch fish in this season, if it's really fresh, Du San will buy some back, and let the kitchen stew for the master to make up for his body.

The fish seller hurriedly brought the basket covered with hay to Du San, and carried the lantern forward, and inside was a fresh and fat silver carp.

"That's good, how much?"

"You look at it."

Du San glanced at him, then stretched out his hand and counted them.

"Thirty silverquills."

Wild fresh fish in this season is a rare thing, and if you sell it in the market, such a big fat fish weighing more than ten pounds can buy at least fifty silver quills.

But this is the Du family, a well-known profiteer family in the city, who will do business and not be stripped of a layer of skin?

The fishmonger hesitated a little, and when he saw Du San turn around to leave, he gritted his teeth and simply responded.

"Thirty is thirty."

After giving the money, Du San smiled with satisfaction, personally carried the fish basket into the house, and carried the basket all the way into the kitchen.

"Deal with this fish, make a fish head soup for the master this morning, add some straw mushrooms, and send it to the master's room while it's hot."

The cook stretched out her head from behind the stove and looked at the fish in the basket, the mouth of which kept opening and closing, and the fish's eyes were slightly white.

"Okay."

The master has fish to eat, and those of them who are slaves have soup to drink, Du San is also hungry for fish soup, and swallowed his saliva silently when he saw the big fat fish.

"Yo!"

The cook who reached out to get the fish suddenly screamed, and Du Sanlian asked in shock.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

"Third master, look at it, why is there a cat in this basket!"

"Cat?!"

When Du San heard this, he slapped his thigh and ran over, looked down at the bottom of the black basket, and a small black shadow curled up in the haystack, looking still moving, listening carefully and the subtle cat meow.

Isn't it just a cat!

"Hurry up and take out the fish, you can't be bitten by the cat!"

The master is strict and picky about eating, and if he knows that the fish he eats has been bitten by a cat, then he will be unlucky.

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