Jaston was born into a wealthy family in the Commonwealth of Colombia, and he also has two older brothers, unlike the geniuses of the two older brothers who have made a lot of achievements in business and politics, he has only made achievements in play since he was a child, although he also wants to make some achievements, but unfortunately, at least in the field he is currently involved in, none of them is suitable for him.

Later, he also got used to his mediocrity, and took his family to invest some industries in his start-up fund, escaping the elite colony that made him feel uncomfortable.

But anyway, as a second-generation who has lived in high society for many years, he still knows a lot of news that ordinary people don't know, such as ghosts, such as hermits, and magical items.

It was this knowledge that made him not regard Fran as an ordinary madman when he met Fran who was lying blind on the side of the road with a broken leg, but believed in his plan of "being able to harvest magical items in large quantities", and this became the wisest investment in his life.

But now, the word "most" may be moving.

……

Looking at Jaston's changing expression, Feng Xue was also relieved, it seemed that she should be safe in a short time.

Although there is still a "can't live" plan, the reason why it was not activated in the first place is because it is not so easy to use.

In fact, if he directly said that he wanted smart phones, translation software and other things, he could have communicated earlier, but he didn't know how to say words such as mobile phones and translators in English, and the word Intel said that he could speak, but he was worried that if he only talked about the Internet, it might arouse the vigilance of the other party.

Although he also wanted the other party to think of this, but the man in front of him held his mobile phone for a long time, and he didn't expect that he could actually use translation software, well, of course, it could also be that Crooked Guoren didn't encounter foreign languages as often as Yanguo? So I didn't remember it for a while?

However, the dictionary also has the benefit of a dictionary, after all, if the dictionary is in his hands, then the headache before there is no recasting of the bottom plate, isn't it solved?

……

"Boss, it's bought! A Weiyan dictionary, a Yanwei dictionary! After waiting for about half an hour, the man was a little impatient, and the bodyguard who had been sent out before finally rushed back, holding two large books like green bricks in his hands, although he didn't see sweat, but his slightly heavy breathing was probably not very easy.

However, this gentleman obviously didn't sympathize with his subordinates' thoughts, he couldn't wait to grab the dictionary, and handed the two dictionaries to Feng Xue without thinking about it, his idea was very simple, let the other party do it, why should he be busy?

Feng Xue was not surprised by the other party's attitude, and after taking the dictionary, he immediately began to rummage through it, but the first thing he picked was not about his own ability, but two words-

"Paper? Pen? ”

Watching Feng Xue keep clicking back and forth on the two pages, Jayton waved his hand to the people beside him, although the white coats had already left with Fran, his secretary still sent pen and paper very quickly.

With pen and paper, communication became simpler, and although the words copied by Feng Xue had almost no grammar at all, after spending a lot of patience and time, Jeston left the prison with excitement on his face.

……

Walking out of the slightly cramped passage of the prison, Jaston rubbed his hands excitedly, although the other party did not demonstrate on the spot with excuses such as "need conditions", "I don't know how to express it", "I need time to find words", etc., but Jaston's intuition told him that the other party should not be lying.

Or, even if you lie, there is still that box of disappearing magical items as a guarantee.

That's a magical item!

Even in high society, it's quite a popular collection.

Even if it is useless, it can be worth tens of thousands of dollars on the black market, and if it has a little special function, the price will rise ten times and ten times.

For example, in his father's hand, there is a goblet that can automatically gush out red wine, in Jaston's opinion, the wine gushing out of that glass, not to mention high-end wineries, is not even comparable to those industrially produced inferior wines, but this thing cost the old man more than 7 million dollars, which is enough to buy a good winery!

But for this matter, no one in the circle thinks it is not worth it, on the contrary, every time the old man gathers the old man always takes out that thing to show off, and those rich people who are used to drinking expensive wine are even rushing to drink the bad wine in the cup, as if it is some kind of miracle medicine that can prolong life.

But this is just a plaything that brings face, and what is really valuable is those magical items such as clothing.

Even if they don't come with any extraordinary features, the strength of these clothes makes them surpass almost all soft body armor on the market, even if it's just a small vest that doesn't fit, it can easily sell for more than 100 million!

And now, he's got one!

And it's a whole set!

Just as Jaston was walking with a step that he didn't recognize, thinking about whether to give the white robe to his father in exchange for a reward, or to wear it for self-defense, a figure blocked his way back to the office.

A wheelchair, to be exact.

"Oh, Fran, our great hero, I thought you should be in the lab by now!"

Jeston opened his arms and smiled "sincerely", but Fran said with a stiff face:

"Mr. Jeston, those demons are very dangerous species, even if they don't have magical items, they have all kinds of incredible means, trust me, no one knows these things better than me!"

At this point, the muscles on Fran's face began to tremble violently, and the scars that kept squirming made his expression more and more hideous.

"I know, so I don't mean to risk my life." Jaston smiled and waved his hand, having spent so much time with Fran, he knew how to deal with this guy who was completely psychologically twisted:

"If he can really bring benefits, it will only be our livestock, not partners, right?"

"It's good that you can think so, after all, no matter how big the interests are, they are not as important as their own lives, are you right?"

Listening to Fran's slightly threatening rhetorical question, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Jaston's eyes, but he still smiled:

"Of course, my friend, but are you interested in him? Of course, I don't mean dissection - I mean, if you can figure out how to make that stuff, I wouldn't care if you dissect it. ”

"I'll do my best!" Fran's twisted expression softened slightly, and he disappeared into the shadows of the aisle as the wheelchair motor turned.