"Well, I know, I'll tinker with it first." Wang Zijia said.

Xu Chenglin looked at Wang Zijia's appearance, waved his hand and said, "Okay, you understand the severity." How much do you want to borrow, I don't have more, I don't have your father's ability, my gold-swallowing beast is about to eat me up. ”

"Do you think it's okay with ten magic money?" Wang Zijia tried to ask.

Xu Chenglin's brows jumped slightly, and he immediately shook his head and said, "No, no, this is a year's monthly money, old man, I don't have so much savings." Up to five money! ”

Lu Xun is really not deceiving, if you want to open the window, you must first say that the top is removed! ’

Wang Zijia's face remained unchanged, and he immediately replied: "Thank you for being old!" ”

"Then you wait for me, I'll go home and get it for you, I don't have that much money on me." Xu Chenglin said. He doesn't have a single magic money on him, and they are warehouse miscellaneous workers, so it is estimated that Wang Zijia will carry the magic money with him.

"Okay! I waited. ”

Xu Chenglin is also a second-generation miscellaneous servant, his father is a serious miscellaneous servant of the sect, the kind of person who retired from the sect and sent out, he is a mortal who handed over the corpse and took over.

Therefore, the courtyard where his family lives is considered to be on the edge of the inner city, not too far from here.

Not long after Wang Zijia finished his shift, Xu Chenglin came back with the magic money, carefully handed the five magic money to Wang Zijia, and advised: "My father is gone, and there are no elders in the family, so I have to take it easy, don't be deceived." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Xu, I know!" Wang Zijia replied.

Xu Lao said a few more words before turning around and leaving.

And Wang Zijia gasped for the money in his pocket, and went to the warehouse first to receive forty copies of spiritual materials, but did not take them immediately. Temporarily put it in the warehouse, touched the remaining two money, and left the store.

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After a while, Wang Zijia came to Wentian Pavilion again.

As soon as he entered the door this time, Wang Zijia said in a familiar manner: "Buy, No. 11!" ”

The clerk who was about to receive him paused slightly, and then said with a smile: "Okay, please be objective to your side." ”

Wang Zijia came to the familiar room, and after the middle-aged Confucian appeared, he looked at Wang Zijia, and paused slightly when he entered the room, and then opened his mouth to make an introduction, and said, "Ask Tiange, Xun Liang!" ”

"Wang Zijia!" Wang Zijia said equally succinctly.

"What does Wang Daoyou want to buy this time?" Xun Liang didn't talk any more, and still went straight to the point.

"I need a place like the black market in the city, or a place like a casual trading circle." Wang Zijia asked.

"Fifteen magic money!" Xun Liang replied.

"Uh, why is it so expensive?" Wang Zijia was stunned and asked very puzzled.

Xun Liang was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Is it a bad idea?" ”

Wang Zijia also thought about it in surprise, and then suddenly said: "Eh, it's that I don't express it clearly, I don't want information about the whole city, I want to go shopping." ”

Xun Liang glanced at Wang Zijia and said, "One money." ”

Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief, after all, there were only two yuan in his pocket.

Reached out and touched a coin and handed it to the other party.

After the other party took the money, he took off the paper and pen from the side and quickly wrote down a lot of information.

"This is the safest dark market in the city, and there are no entry conditions, and I have attached the method of entry." After Xun Liang handed the note to Wang Zijia, he advised:

"Although they are the safest places, they are also relative. I mean safety is not only personal safety, if you want to buy or sell goods, you need to take care of yourself. ”

"Got it!" Wang Zijia nodded.

"But what else?" Xun Liang asked.

Wang Zijia shook his head decisively, and asked again, he really didn't have any money!

Xun Liang only made a lot of money, and he was not discouraged, and said with a smile: "Then I look forward to meeting next time." ”

"It's better to say goodbye, it's better not to see, my pocket is almost cleaner than my face, goodbye is not bankrupt, but it's time to beg." Wang Zijia said with a wry smile.

"Haha!" Xun Liang paused, and then laughed and said: "Wang Daoyou is really interesting!" ”

Compared with the last formulaic transaction, this time the two are obviously much more relaxed.

When Wang Zijia came out of the Heavenly Pavilion, he looked back. Touching the dollar in his pocket, he was a little envious.

This kind of news buying and selling is much faster than their hard work. However, this business cannot be done by ordinary people, or even ordinary sects, and it is easy to break the door!

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I turned around and went back to the warehouse where I went to work, received the materials, and went home.

After dinner, Wang Zijia began to process the materials, in fact, he was proficient in level-level spells, and he could already use spiritual materials to cast spells directly.

But in order to increase the possibility of even the slightest success, it is worth his effort, one is conducive to improving the value of skills, and the other is poor.

He is already going crazy with poverty, and he will go around the world with a dollar, find out!

After handling the materials, Wang Zijia began to cast spells carefully.

This spell, Wang Zijia felt that it was different from yesterday, even if it was innate true qi, Wang Zijia did not have a hard time casting it, it was natural, easy and smooth.

He even consumed seven materials in a row, so he was really exhausted and a little exhausted.

After spending most of the hour meditating, recovering his mana, he began to make spell cards again.

At about six o'clock in the evening, he started to work, and after six or seven hours, Wang Zijia finished processing more than 40 materials.

A total of 27 spell cards were obtained, with a success rate of nearly 70%. It is much higher than the mastery-level sixty percent theory, and the value of the skill has increased a little, and it is not in vain that he has spent so much effort.

Coupled with yesterday's 5 spell cards, a total of 32, he should be able to sell for at least six spells, completely start making a profit, and alleviate his serious financial deficit!

Put away your things and find that it is already midnight.

After thinking for a moment, he moved the spell cards and crafting tools back into the secret room and put them in the treasure chest.

Then Wang Zijia did not go back to the house to sleep, but changed into a tight-fitting outfit and quietly floated out of the yard. Transformed into a ghost, he avoided patrolling everywhere and wandered around the city.

There is no specific goal, and the general direction revolves around the general direction of yesterday's battle.

At this time in the past, it should have been a variety of night markets that have gradually quieted down. But today, more shops are closing early, and the streets are not quiet. Patrols in particular are numerous.

Wang Zijia wandered for a while and found several battlefields of law enforcement teams, but there was no possibility of picking up cheap.

Out of caution, Wang Zijia could only retreat in the end.

Suddenly, when passing through a dark alley, Wang Zijia felt that his breath was obviously strange, and quietly stopped.

The whole alley was quiet, and the courtyards on both sides of the alley were unlit, and it seemed that everyone had already rested.

According to the induction, Wang Zijia came to a courtyard wall, felt it carefully for a while, and then lifted his breath and floated into the courtyard over the wall.

"Click, click······"

Entering the courtyard, Wang Zijia heard a slight sound, as if a mouse was stealing something to eat.