Even if he was just a waiter, he knew a certain amount about the place.

Knowing how dark it is here, you can still turn a blind eye and stay to make a few bucks.

Speaking of which, he is not a good person.

Since she is not even a good person, how can she be idle and have nothing to do for him?

Everything depends on their beloved God's arrangement. See if their God is willing to give him a chance to live, or if he has opened the gates of hell for him.

What Junqing didn't notice was that shortly after she left, the waiter left the building after serving the guests a re-poured drink.

Whether it was God's will or not no one knew, but he did feel that something was wrong.

So after hesitating for a moment, he casually found an excuse to ask for leave and left.

This decision made him extremely happy for decades to come. But that's a later story, so I won't mention it for now.

And Jun Qingzhi in the building is also walking slowly in many bright and dark observations.

No one stopped her after coming in for so long, and one was that she didn't look like a first-time visitor at all, with a glass of champagne in her hand, and her posture was more leisurely than that of the most familiar guests. Another point is that others have not stopped her when she walked to this place, so she should indeed have the qualifications to enter this place.

So, she was so lucky to go all the way, except for being dressed and being looked at curiously, not many people doubted her identity.

The manager, who noticed that something was wrong with her in the monitor, was promoted because of merit and was transferred to work in other places with higher salaries and more oil and water. So much so that no one else could recognize her when they saw her face.

Of course, it's not that no one thinks she's a little familiar. But it is this familiarity that confirms her identity as a frequent customer.

If you're not a regular, how can you feel familiar? Right!

Jun Qingyan didn't expect that he was about to enter the entrance of the basement floor, and no one had stopped him.

According to her guess, the people in this place should be very cautious, otherwise they would not say that they would have moved, and they would have moved away from their old nest where they had been stationed for several years.

She didn't think it was because of her own that they had moved, just that something had happened.

If they were really cautious, how could they not recognize her face?

Only when you recognize it can you fight. Only by fighting can chaos be created. It was the chaos that allowed her to figure out where the precious things were hidden.

Who knew that the people here were so uncooperative, let alone stop her, except for the waiter at the beginning, there was no one to greet her. What kind of hospitality is this? No wonder it's going to be over in a while.

Junqing was very unhappy in her heart and complained about their "lack of acquaintance".

Just as she was about to break straight into the basement, a fat figure stood in front of her.

"Oops, isn't that my dearest friend? Want to buy something again this time? ”

When Jun Qingyan saw someone coming, he was immediately happy.

It was the same black man with thick gold chains I had seen last time I bought potions with Roy, and his rhythmic tone couldn't be more memorable. It was thanks to the imprint that had been left on him at the time that she could come to the door so quickly. Otherwise, she doesn't know how long it will take for her to find out if she is not familiar with the place in the United States.

It was also because of his appearance and the words he said that some people who were secretly paying attention to Jun Qingbrand completely relaxed.

Even her own people said that they knew her, and they had sold things to her, so her status as a "regular customer" was naturally no problem. As for why she dressed so spotlessly, she made a welcome to do business, as long as there is money to be made, who cares what the guests wear? Even if they don't wear it, they'll treat them well!

Junqing smiled and said, "Yes, I still have something I want." I just don't know if you can do this business here. ”

"Do it, of course!" The thick gold-chained man laughed, and led her to the cubicle next to him without even asking: "Don't worry, who called us friends?" As long as it is a friend's request, Tommy will definitely make it happen for you! ”

He is very confident in his backstage and knows very well the energy of his organization, and as long as he can afford to pay for it, he can sell anything.

"I don't know what you want? If it's still those potions, I'm afraid I'll have to wait a few more days. Recently, the business has been so good that we can't supply it here! ”

Jun Qingyan sat across from him, folding his legs with a smile and putting his hands on his knees casually: "What I want really has something to do with the potion." What if I say, I want a way to make a potion? ”

Tommy, the man with thick gold chains, smiled: "You're really kidding." He didn't dare to imagine how much profit the medicine would bring to the organization. Maybe he won't earn one percent or one thousandth of that figure in his lifetime, which shows how important the production of potions is to the organization. If he had such a hen that could lay golden eggs, he would definitely keep it in his hands, how could he give it to someone else?

"What? I look like I'm joking? Jun Qing asked with a faint smile.

If you're joking, it's really not like it, don't look at her smile all the time, she looks like she is very talkative and friendly, but she doesn't feel frivolous at all. Especially when she came to the cubicle, after the two sides sat on the sofa, she exuded a faint coercion stronger than one after another.

At first, Tommy was able to talk to her on an equal footing, but soon, he found that his momentum was completely suppressed. He even felt that it was not a young lady sitting in front of him, but more like the greatest president of the United States in history!

No! Maybe more powerful than that!

If the president had appeared in front of him, he would have been excited to shake hands or something. But in front of her, he couldn't even breathe a lot lighter. If it weren't for the fact that his body remembered that he needed to breathe, he would have suffocated from too much pressure.

"Dear Miss, I don't think you know much about the value of this potion."

He took a breath and slowed down before he said solemnly: "Our current production speed is far from keeping up with the speed of sales, but even so, the profit that the medicine can bring us every month is more than nine figures!" Do you understand? It's nine figures, and it's dollars! Do you think we will sell something that makes money like this? ”

Nor did he think anyone could afford to buy a potion recipe. You can make nine figures a month, so the money from selling production methods should be at least dozens of times higher than this number, right?