Faced with Mr. "Q's" pretending to be mysterious, Zhen Yan only felt funny - you have a good plan, I have a wall ladder.

Even if you can spit lotus flowers in your mouth, what can you do to me?

Zhen Yan looked indifferent, and her fingers tapped the table without a sense of rhythm.

The gaze seemed to drift into the void.

Mr. "Q" smiled, took out his mobile phone, did not look at the screen, made blind spots with his two thumbs, and when a picture appeared, he gently placed the desktop and pushed it towards Zhen Yan.

"Mr. Zhen, please take a look at this."

Zhen Yan casually pointed at the screen, and after two seconds, she stretched out a slender hand and picked up the mobile phone to take a closer look.

Is it 3D animation?

In the picture, it seems to be an encrypted shoe cabinet, the door of the cabinet thicker than a fist is open, and the electronic display screen on the door is a long string of asterisks, and the password cannot be revealed.

Inside, there are several small vertical cabinets, and in the top cabinet is a round white motorized rotary camera station, which is usually used by some video streamers to display small objects.

A pair of sneakers were holding a pair of sneakers on the stage, the shape was a little weird, and with the slow rotation, the pattern on one side of it attracted Zhen Yan's attention.

It was an almost naked teenager clinging to the mountain wall with his bare hands, which was clear and lifelike, covered with glittering silver nails. The image of the teenager is translucent, and his facial features are also blurred.

Zhen Yan's pupils contracted, her mind was dizzy, and she seemed to be constantly "roaring", this young man is not recognized by others, can she still not recognize it?

Zhen Yan put her phone back on the table, her throat was dry, and she wanted to drink water.

The heart "turns over the river and the sea", and there is only one uncontrollable belief: how is it possible?

Originally, Zhen Yan was dealing with Mr. "Q" with all her body and mind, but suddenly a wave of irritability for no reason hit, and the impact made her brain dizzy.

Oops, it's overloaded, it's not in good shape.

She wanted to get up right away, even if it was just a few seconds of pacing back and forth in the room, but she couldn't.

It's not about communicating freely with friends or colleagues, it's about confronting enemies, and every subtle movement or even expression of oneself can make or break a reality.

At this time, you should be very polite and say, "Tempo."

a

ily stop。 ”

Then get up gracefully and smile and signal to go to the bathroom, which disappears for a few minutes enough to adjust the bad mentality, and you can also wash your face with cold water, this is not for the spirit, but to give the brain a signal: I am fine, I have to deal with it 100%.

However, this approach does not work for the weaker side, as it will only make the stronger side think that you are "timid", even if it is not.

If you want the negotiation to follow your own pace, then you must show strength, even if the other party thinks you are bluffing, it doesn't matter, in short, there must be no weakness.

Zhen Yan smiled, but very impolitely took out the Gucci lipstick, which came with a small mirror.

She slowly opened the small mirror, covering the sight of the two sides for a moment, and quietly swallowed.

In the mirror, the bags under my eyes are a little puffy, there are a few red threads on the whites of my eyes, and I look slightly tired.

Sighing secretly, it has become more and more difficult to distinguish the boundary between work and life, and it is more neutral.

You can only be very careful about using female "privileges", for example - now, it is impossible for a man to just pull out a small mirror and look at it.

This little "willfulness" is an opportunity to quickly adjust your emotions and adjust your thinking.

The transparent lipstick is lightly applied to the slightly dry lips, which will not destroy the lipstick undertone, sip, slightly sideways the head, and the lips in the mirror appear moisturized and slightly shiny,

ice。

This also brings a psychological hint: I am full of youthful vitality, and youth is invincible.

I really want to learn from Wang Xinling, but it's too funny.

I'm Zhen Yan, and I'm the best, the most perfect! Say it silently in your heart a few times and close the small mirror.

Turning his gaze back to Mr. "Q", he was not angry.

"What kind of gaming gear is this?" Zhen Yan spoke with difficulty, her voice slightly hoarse.

"Oh, let me explain: it's the latest model from RTFKT, the world's leading virtual sneaker company. Well, it is a two-dimensional fashion product developed based on blockchain technology, and blockchain technology is the foundation of the metaverse...... "This is Mr. "Q" deliberately tortured, dragging on for a long time, every second is forcing the other party to suffer, but Zhen Yan is inconvenient to attack, so she can only endure it.

Mr. "Q" knew that Zhen Yan was listening to every word attentively, but he was slow to reveal meaningful information, which was a psychological means to maximize the initiative and let the other party obediently be led by his nose.

"I just want to know who uploaded it to the company's website." Zhen Yan understood one thing from the other party's chatter - anyone can design their own shoe style, upload it to the company, and if it passes the review, it will be marked with the company's logotype. The designer and the company jointly own the copyright, which is divided proportionally. It is even possible to inherit copyrights.

Such a pair of personalized sneakers, don't look at it as just a two-dimensional product, but it is worth 220 ether, and according to the current market price, one ether can be exchanged for 2370.17 US dollars. Therefore, it is really worth a lot.

Only this pair, never mass-produced, if mass-produced, it is worthless. And no matter how many buyers change hands, the production company and the designer can get royalties.

Zhen Yan naturally doesn't understand what metaverse and what two-dimensional products are...... All she wanted to know was: who was the designer?

Mr. "Q" must know, otherwise he wouldn't have come to talk about it, but this is a bargaining chip.

Mr. "Q" understands that it is okay to stretch, but if it is broken, it will be troublesome. I didn't come to popularize science, but used psychology to negotiate. It is enough to take the initiative.

"He is a ghost who died in vain, and he wants to leave a legacy of enough to enjoy life for his relatives in the world." Mr. "Q" finally stopped talking nonsense and replied crisply.

"Why is my nephew still in the dead city in vain" Zhen Yan also didn't talk nonsense, her eyes were sharp, like a knife, if she could really want to rip off a few pieces of meat from the other party.

"Dead city, forgotten city, your nephew is too persistent, does not meet the conditions for reincarnation, no way." Mr. "Q"'s helpless appearance made Zhen Yan really want to slap the table and turn her face, but she couldn't help it.

"My nephew died for his sister Shang Fei, and his death is unknown." Zhen Yan actually bit her lip, and a drop of blood overflowed.

Hands grip the edge of the table tightly, "click", and the edge of the table cracks.

If it weren't for Shang Min sacrificing himself, Shang Fei would have been dead long ago.

It was Shang Fei's first birthday, and he was not with his two children because he was looking for Ding Qiufei at the time...... Outcome...... A 7-year-old brother died trying to save his sister.

I'm only 7 years old!

It could not have been an accident, however, there was only suspicion, no evidence.

What kind of aunt is she, but she can't stop, otherwise the child will die in vain, and Shang Fei will be equally unsafe.

"The death of your little nephew is indeed full of suspicions, and I have some evidence...... However, the child is too attached to be reincarnated...... It's not the way to go on like this...... "Mr. Q" frowned, as if he was really distressed.

The city of vain death, that is, the city of forgetting, is in charge of the sixth of the ten halls of Yama, King Bian Cheng. I have a colleague relationship with him, and I can't directly intervene.

Well, it's only time to cooperate with the bastard in front of you. I know that I am being used, but can I refuse it? Is there a choice?

No.

Deep helplessness, deep powerlessness, heart, dripping blood.

And what about the king of Yama, who also cried alone in the middle of the night.

Mr. "Q" had an imperceptible smile on his lips.