Armed with Parker's marked map and unwanted solid gold pens, Deadpool ignored the staff and stumbled onto the elevator to the ground floor.

The employee in the elevator was stunned for a moment when he saw Deadpool, but he didn't say anything.

Although a man in a black and red tights doesn't look like a good thing, thinking about the boss of his house is also walking around the street in a leotard, I suddenly think that Deadpool is quite normal.

Isn't it reasonable for a man who likes to wear tights to have another man friend who likes to wear tights?

Soon...... In fact, it is not very fast, eighty-eight floors, plus whether there is anyone getting on and off in the middle, it took a lot of time for the elevator to land.

Striding out of Parker's office, ignoring the scrutinizing gazes of passers-by on the street, Deadpool glanced back at the top floor of 88 and grinned, full of meaning.

As a tall, powerful, temperamental, and resourceful Deadpool uncle, Parker's mind can be guessed by Puss and pouting.

It's nothing more than trying to get rid of the so-called big brother through the hands of his Uncle Deadpool.

Or just want to use the big brother's hand to take care of his Uncle Deadpool.

However, Deadpool did not choose to expose Parker's tricks, on the one hand, because he had done his homework, there are not many decent superpower villains in this version of the Spider-Man movie, and his Uncle Deadpool can hit eight with one hand, and he can beat them to Dad!

And on the other hand, the only villain here who is not an earth species is still in his hands, no matter how you look at it, Uncle Deadpool has won!

As long as he succeeds in getting rid of that so-called big brother, he'll have to see what reason Parker has to refuse to join his X-Force.

More ...... What's more, he wants Parker to invest in making three more films for him...... No, it should be filmed for another ten ...... A hundred movies, and he still wants piano as the heroine!

Uncle Deadpool, who is thoughtful and self-confident, fantasizes about the good times when he and Jean live happily together, and the footsteps of walking towards the craft store next door gradually begin to be exaggerated, shaking three times, shaking his head, and becoming a gai slipper in the city.

In a handicraft shop named after the family, Deadpool shook his head and pushed open the door, greeted by a friendly welcome lady.

Deadpool's legs began to go limp, and his mind wanted to move forward, but he couldn't move his steps, as if he were nailed to the floor.

The welcome lady has a high level of professionalism, and under normal circumstances, they will never laugh because of a certain behavior of a customer.

Unless you can't help it!

"Giggle~!"

The gentle welcome lady looked at Deadpool's appearance as a monster, and couldn't help it, and finally laughed.

"I'm sorry sir, but we're not laughing at you...... Giggle~, sorry, we just thought of something funny...... Puff~!"

The welcome lady forcibly quibbled, but the act of laughing and talking over there made Deadpool feel that his IQ had a feeling of being pressed to the ground and rubbed.

"Hey~!Little girls, your well-developed pectoral muscles have completely attracted my brother's attention, I wonder if you are interested in drinking a cup of coffee with me after work?

Deadpool Tian was shameless, waved his big hand, and reversed the ...... The operation of the coffee asked the welcome lady stunned.

They came back to their senses and didn't speak, but they couldn't help but spit in their hearts and scolded the scumbag.

For the sake of interesting souls, they don't mind having a free pastime after a tiring day

It's just that what the hell are you about six of you?

The young lady didn't care about people, and the corners of her mouth under Deadpool's hood couldn't help but skim, and she tightened the pure gold fountain pen in her hand.

Because according to his study and understanding of the Tony kid of the Stark family, quantity is not a problem at all, and it is only Franklin in his pocket who restricts his success!

Tsundere snorted coldly, and Deadpool moved to the hall step by step with his two big hands on his thighs, while his mouth kept chanting famous sentences such as "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully Deadpool poor", and the scene was once inspirational.

Behind her, the welcome lady saw this, and her laughter was even more unbearable, and finally attracted the attention of the lobby manager.

She walked over with a black face in her high heels.

Before anyone arrived, she saw the strange Deadpool first, and her expressionless face like a black-faced Bao Gong instantly broke her skills, and she burst out laughing.

But if she said that she was the lobby manager, she immediately pinched her thighs fiercely, forcibly covering up her laughter.

Walking quickly, the lobby manager politely stood beside Deadpool and said kindly, "This gentleman, do you need any help?"

At the same time as the words fell, the lobby manager also glared at a few welcoming ladies very secretly, warning them that it was almost enough, don't go too far.

In fact, according to the regulations, with the operation of these six welcome ladies laughing at customers, their wages must be more or less deducted.

But rules are dead, people are alive.

There is a precedent for the lobby manager to laugh out loud, and she thinks it is better to turn a blind eye.

The welcome lady blushed and forcibly stopped laughing, and the lobby manager nodded in satisfaction, and his hidden gaze was placed on Deadpool again.

Deadpool looked at the lobby manager with strong capital beside him, his mouth under the hood couldn't help but open wide in shock, and his hands were round, as if he had never seen the world.

The gentle smile on the lobby manager's face gradually became cold, his fists clenched, and he coughed lightly, reminding Deadpool, who didn't criticize his face, to close his gaze, it was too much!

Deadpool swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said dryly: "What's inside, don't get me wrong, you know, my vision is not very good with a hood, I just want to see the work card on your chest, my vision is definitely not meowing, I use Parker's personality as a guarantee!"

Parker: When people sit at home and their personality disappears, is this a distortion of human nature or a moral degradation?

Welcome to the ——— of the large-scale program "On the Deadpool Who Don't Criticize Face, On the Day of Survival in the Twist".

The scenes are extremely realistic, with absolutely no editing!

Please note that children under the age of 18 are not allowed to watch this program, and children over the age of 18 should be accompanied by an adult over the age of 80.

After listening to Deadpool's quibble, the lobby manager took a half step back with a dark face, covered his chest and said, "It's just a badge, what are you doing so close!"

Deadpool lowered his head and pointed his fingertips at each point, and said with an innocent face: "People have just said, my vision with a hood is not very good, I must get close to see it clearly, this is just a normal person's subconscious action, what are you doing murderously." ”

A black "#" symbol appeared on his forehead, and the lobby manager gritted his teeth and said, "So dear customer, have you seen it clearly?"

Normal people, in the face of this obvious counter-ridicule, must be embarrassed to continue, but ...... A spicy man called Deadpool!

Deadpool shook his head seriously and said seriously: "Originally, I was about to see it clearly, but you just blocked it again." Come, little sister listen to my brother, obediently put her hand down, let me take a good look at your moon ...... The work card on the chest!"

Leng, stunned, stunned, and confused.

The well-informed lobby manager finally loses to Deadpool's bottom line.

She took two deep breaths of fresh air and made the most correct decision, ignoring Deadpool's entanglement, going straight to business and picking out the topic.

"This gentleman in tights, do you have any business that you need help with? If not, I'm busy here, I may need to go first, you can go and see the products in our store yourself." The lobby manager put his hands on his stomach and smiled with a standard smile.

"There's business, I've got business!" Deadpool shouted, glancing at his badge that had seen the light of day.

This time I was really looking at the badge.

Deadpool said, "Jenny Whisk, I have a master-level pure gold handmade fountain pen to sell...... Are you in the business of recycling valuable handicrafts?"

"Pure gold handmade fountain pen?" Jenny looked at Deadpool suspiciously, "I wonder if you can let me take a look first...... I don't doubt what you mean, it's just a necessary process for the job, and we're not allowed to trouble the appraiser until we see the actual thing. ”

Deadpool didn't speak, but with one hand behind his back, he showed the pure gold fountain pen that he had been holding in his hand and had been forcibly ruined in front of Jenny Whisk.

Three minutes later, in the private room of the store.

Deadpool, Jenny Whisk, and a little gray-haired old man sit around a small square table.

"Your Excellency Jory, this guest has a handmade solid gold fountain pen made by the master, and I would like you to help you take a look. Jenny said respectfully to the little old man.

Old Jory nodded, didn't speak, reached out and took the handmade pure gold fountain pen made by the master handed over by Deadpool, and carefully looked at it frame by frame.

After a long time, Old Jory wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, nodded and said, "This pure gold handmade fountain pen is real, I can guarantee it." ”

"But is this really made by a master, the inscription doesn't represent everything, I still need to check it carefully......" As he spoke, Old Jory looked at Deadpool: "This gentleman, I don't know if you mind if I use my method to identify this pen?"

Deadpool, who was staring at Jennifer's breastplate, suddenly came back to his senses, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, waved his hand without mind, and said, "You can use it!"

Old Jory nodded, looked at the pen in his hand, and muttered to himself: "The inscription on this pen is 'Mark' Master, according to what I know about him, because his family lives by the sea, and he likes to swim in the sea every day when he has nothing to do, and the sea is the closest partner in the world to him." ”

So every time he makes an object, he will soak his hands in the sea water for at least half an hour, hoping to get the help of his partner, so that in each of his works, there will be a trace of the smell of the sea...... To put it bluntly, it's salty. ”

"Because of this, the works of Master Mark are extremely difficult to imitate and very easy to identify, and as for the method of identification, we only need to ......"

With that, the corners of Old Jory's mouth rose slightly, and he slowly put the pen to his nose...... mouth, and at the same time a little whitish tip of the tongue sticks out of the mouth......

"Wait! you don't want to lick this pen, do you?!"

Deadpool's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opened, and he pointed at old Jory in disbelief.

The identification process was interrupted, old Jory frowned, glanced at Deadpool, and was very unhappy, but still patiently explained: "Because Master Mark does not have any anti-counterfeiting marks, the best way to identify is to lick it, if you don't let the guests lick it...... Please come back!"

When he said this, old Jory's face didn't seem to react, but his heart was almost dripping blood.

If you don't lick it today, I don't know if there will be another chance in my lifetime......

Under the expressionless but expectant gaze of Old Joe, in the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, Deadpool asked with a serious face, "Old man...... Jory, there's nothing wrong with me, but you...... I'll ask you one last time, are you sure you want to lick this pen?"

The opportunity was lost, and Old Jory couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and nodded again and again: "Sure, sure, and I can't wait!

With admiration in his eyes, Deadpool nodded heavily, raised his hand and said, "Jory appraiser, please ...... this fountain pen Start your show!"

As the words fell, the impatient old Jory nodded, and then slowly put the pen to his mouth again.

Deadpool don't look away, don't dare to look again.

After some unbearable humiliation, old Jory put down Master Mark's handmade pen with satisfaction, took out a tissue and carefully wiped its body, and after a while, after wiping it clean, old Jory raised his head and nodded at Jenny.

"With an extremely strong smell of the sea, I can be sure that this fountain pen is the work of Master Mark, and it is the work of the most recent period!"

"Looking at the condition of this fountain pen, the protection is quite good, and in recent years, there has been no new work outflow from Master Mark, so the range of the recycling price of this fountain pen is ...... My estimate is between 600,000 and 650,000 dollars, and there is no profit margin if the price goes up. ”

Of course, Lao Qiaoli still hasn't said half of his words, if it's just a simple collection, if it's sent to auction, at least 800,000 dollars are guaranteed.

But he didn't say it, after all, although one of his identities is an appraiser who is keen on collecting, he is also a master invited by the boss.

Take people's money......

Jenny nodded, roughly understanding what old Jory meant.

She looked back at Deadpool enthusiastically, and saw that his eyes were still staring at the badge, but this time instead of protecting, she even straightened her chest, so that Deadpool could see it more realistically, and the experience was instantly bursting.

"Sir, the appraiser of Jory has already appraised the goods you brought, and our prices are open and transparent, and you heard it just now, so may I ask, are you still satisfied with the price of 600,000 dollars? If you are not satisfied, we can talk about it again......"

"No need to talk about it, for the sake of Jory's appraiser, I don't want 650,000, 600,000 knives!" Deadpool looked up and made a decision.

Such a daunting little old man, Deadpool felt that he should give him the respect he deserved, although he was very short of money, but this respect was more important!

Jenny was stunned for a moment, and asked in an unconvinced tone, "I heard you right, you just ...... Do you mean agreeing to a direct deal of 600,000?"

As a small trick of trading, every time the appraiser will give a price in the lowest range in front of the trader, and Jenny Whisk's job is to quote the lowest transaction price on this lowest range of prices, and ordinary people will definitely not agree to direct trading at this time.

After all, other appraisers have said, how many tens of thousands to how many tens of thousands of trading ranges, why do you quote a minimum price instead of the highest price?

With this mentality, the trader will definitely raise the price, and Jenny Fu at this time, after some arguing with him, finally reluctantly agrees to trade at the highest value of the appraisal, and at the same time, with the praise of "you are really smart", the trader will definitely smile.

In fact, no matter what the price is, they make a lot of money, and even the highest price is just the market recovery price.

Although this kind of operation seems to be a bit redundant, in fact, it can earn a good reputation in the industry without spending any money.

These things can be understood in an instant with Deadpool's seniority in society from childhood to adulthood.

But he didn't mind, or because of that sentence, for the sake of the terrifying, frightened, and self-inferior, old Jory's face, although he loved money very much, he could completely give up this little benefit!

"That's right, Jenny flicked you right, 600,000 knives, for the sake of old Jory's face, I don't want you to give me an extra dollar. ”

Deadpool waved his hand and continued: "Jenny Fu, you hurry up and get me the money now, I have something to do in a while, you have to go first, time waits for no one!"

......

Five minutes later, Deadpool walked out of the door with a check for $600,000 in his hand, and under Jenny's repeated hints about tonight's appointment.

He's not a random boy, and he definitely can't do the kind of VIP behavior after a hangover with someone's little sister in the middle of the night.

Heaven and earth can be learned!

In the box after the two left, Old Jory smashed his mouth and muttered to himself inexplicably: "This mouth ...... Why is there always a weird smell?"

A minute later, Deadpool walked out of the nearby convenience store with two boxes of Doobes in his pocket, and then walked into the craft store where Jenny Fu worked.

Three minutes later, Deadpool put his arm around Jenny, who had taken a leave of absence in advance, and stopped a taxi to go to the most luxurious hotel in the city.

Halfway through, after hearing that the Presidential Hotel needed 18,000 knives a night, Deadpool's face under the hood changed wildly, and he felt a faint pain in his heart, which was difficult to accept.

In the end, in desperation, Deadpool had an idea, activated his natural skills, chirped crookedly all the way, and his broken mouth never stopped. The result is obvious, the driver refused to load halfway, his hands off the steering wheel, if Deadpool doesn't get out of the car, he just won't touch the steering wheel again!

Deadpool was "annoyed and angry", pulled out his twin knives and put them on the taxi driver's neck, and threatened to either drive to the hotel or die now!