"So you're a monopoly?" Song Qi also showed a smile, "Then you really earned it." ”

"Huh?"

"Let's make friends, I'll exchange a handful of "sorrow" and "happiness" for "anger" with you." Song Qi said, "Is there a deal?" ”

Qi Xia didn't expect this to be the case at all.

"Do you still have 'mourning'?"

"That's right."

Qi Xia thought for a while, and sighed helplessly: "Brother, aren't you kidding me?" ”

"What's wrong, buddy?"

"Do you know what's going on right now?" Qi Xia asked, "The current value of 'mourning' is definitely more than ten 'Dao', why do you want to exchange with me?" ”

"Of course I do." Song Qi nodded, "Brother, but what I want is not 'Dao', I just want to experience the feeling of 'life and death', but it seems that this game is not suitable for me." ”

"Oh?" Qi Xia frowned, he felt as if this person had come to find the "echo".

"Here, the only way to escape is to die." Song Qi shook his head, "I can't experience the 'line of life and death' at all, I'm ready to go." ”

"Is that all?"

"That's right." Song Qi nodded, then raised his eyes to look at the time, "Time is running out, if you can survive...... Let's go out and talk again. ”

Qi Xia paused slightly after hearing this: "Okay." ”

He took out his "anger" and exchanged two fans with the other party.

The man's movements are very decisive, not dragging at all, and he seems to have his own ideas.

Then Qi Xia sent Song Qi and another person in a black leather coat to escape.

The situation is perfect.

This man named Song Qi single-handedly made two less "sorrows" on the "market".

In terms of quantity, there are only 11 "mourning" on the "market" at most.

However, there are still twenty more participants.

In other words, all the fans brought out by the thirty people who escaped before can only contain one "mourning" at most, otherwise there are less than ten remaining "mourning", and some of these twenty people must not be able to escape.

But is that possible?

According to the extra fan brought out by each person, and each fan is calculated according to the probability of "mourning" in a quarter, thirty people have already taken away seven and five "mourning".

Eleven fans, minus 7.5, now there are only three or four "mourning" on the field.

If you are lucky, I am afraid that there will be no handful left.

Do not act at this time...... When?

Qi Xia nodded, put the stall away directly, he wiped off the words on the ground, and came to the stall of the ground sheep with two fans of "music" and "joy".

Since Diyang has indicated "two for one" from the beginning, he has not opened until now.

"I'm going to change the fan." Qi Xia said.

Di Yang frowned after hearing this, feeling that the situation was not good.

"How?" Qi Xia said, "As such a fair and strict "referee", you don't change fans with the "participants"? ”

His words were sonorous and powerful, so that everyone present heard them.

This sentence not only put the knife of moral suppression against the neck of the sheep, but also added a layer of death-free gold medal to Qi Xia.

If a person who came to change a fan was killed...... Will there be any other customers?

Diyang thought for a moment and then nodded and said, "Please...... Take your pick. ”

Qi Xia snorted coldly, threw a handful of "Xi" and a handful of "Le" to the ground sheep, and then picked up the "Mourning" on the table.

If nothing else, this may be the last "mourning" on the field that was not controlled by Qi Xia.

The "market monopoly" has been fully completed, and now it will be dominated by the Qi Xia family.

Everyone present is trapped in the "catastrophe bias" step again.

What they don't know is that being able to exchange two fans for one "mourning" is already the optimal solution at present. Since Qi Xia has always pursued the principle of "one for one", it will naturally make everyone's subconscious think that the price of the fan is not so expensive.

So in the past half an hour, no one would be willing to take out two fans in exchange for "mourning", they were all waiting for Qi Xia's booth to appear "opportunity".

When the last handful of "mourning" was also in his pocket, Qi Xia breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.

The next thing to do is to wait until the last replenishment, and if nothing else, it will be harvest season.

The clock was fast approaching ninety minutes, the last time the crowd refilled their fans.

Di Yang put aside the three fans that no one wanted, turned to take out a small bag, and took out four more fans from the bag.

It's still "joy, anger, sorrow, and joy".

Now there are seven fans on the table, two for "joy", two for "anger", one for "mourning" and two for "joy".

He picked up the blackboard, took out half a piece of chalk from his pocket, and began to think carefully about what he wanted to write.

At this time, it is no longer realistic to exchange two for one, and the man in front of him is obviously monopolizing "mourning...... In that case, how can the situation be reversed?

Diyang thought for a while, stretched out his hand and wrote: "One for one, one for each, the price of "mourning" is negotiable. ”

It was the best he could think of.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Qi Xia's mouth lifted. The mistake of the sheep was that he only replenished it "every half hour", and now he is completely passive.

"Everyone!" He shouted back.

This sentence made everyone stop.

"I'd like to ask who has already formed a team now?" Qi Xia asked in a loud voice.

Everyone didn't know what the man in front of them wanted, and naturally no one answered him.

"That's ......" Qi Xia slowly took out a handful of "mourning" and said to everyone, "I accidentally bought an extra handful of "mourning", does anyone want it?" ”

This sentence made the expressions of many people change quickly.

"I just want to give the participants who have formed a team now, so that I can give the fans and you can go straight out." Qi Xia said again, "If you are alone, don't come to make trouble." ”

The crowd grew noisy, and they all seemed to be "improvising".

Since this "mourning" will only be given to the people who make up the team, who wants to be alone?

In just a minute or two, everyone was already standing together in pairs.

"Brother! We're done! One of the people said, "Give it to us!" ”

"No, no, no!" The other team said, "We're also organized here, and we can go out with a handful of 'mourning'." ”

Several teams were noisy, Qi Xia glanced at everyone quietly, and then showed a look of embarrassment.

"So many people have to mourn ......?" He said with some hesitation, "Then who should I give it to?" ”

"This ...... "Well......" said a young woman, pulling out a fan, "we can exchange it with you." ”

"Oh?" Qi Xia looked at the fan in the woman's hand, still showing an embarrassed expression.

This look made everyone feel a little uncomfortable, if it weren't for the man holding a knife in his hand, this fan would have been taken away long ago.

"That's it......" said the other old man, "we'll trade two with you!" ”