Verify authenticity
Of course it is necessary! Even though the boy in front of him was Tang Ling, Tang Ling who had created many incredible things, martial arts fans still didn't believe that he could really get five kilograms of Poseidon's gift.
But the martial arts fan didn't completely deny Tang Ling. He just rushed out with a strange expression on his face. There was only one thought in his mind. Could this kid's five kilograms of Poseidon's gift be diluted
But the colors are not the same? ! But color is not the most important criterion for judging gifts from Poseidon. After all, it is not difficult to cheat in this regard.
Anyway, no matter what, the quality of these gifts from Poseidon must not be very good!
With mixed feelings of unbelievable denial but unable to hold on to hope, the martial arts fan had already brought out a test strip.
Still smiling, Tang Ling opened the bottle and sprinkled some generously on the table.
"What are you doing? Do you know what this is?" The martial arts fan was cutting the test paper. When he saw Tang Ling's behavior, he couldn't help but growl.
Tang Ling looked innocent: "This is a gift from Poseidon. Didn't I say that I would test it?"
"Even if you want to test it, you won't pour it out and pour it on the table!" The martial arts fan shouted directly at Tang Ling, and the veins on his neck appeared.
Tang Ling turned to look at the sky, he did it on purpose!
It's like suddenly becoming rich. If you don't show off your wealth, it feels like there's always less fun. This kind of inner desire is not something to be ashamed of, at least that's what Tang Ling thinks.
The martial arts fan was no longer too lazy to argue with Tang Ling. He had already cut a small piece of test paper, and with a trembling hand, he reached for the puddle of Poseidon's gift scattered on the table.
The color of the test paper quickly changed, and a rich blue appeared on the test paper.
Although it is not the most intense one, it is definitely considered top quality. Anyway, the bottle that the martial arts fan gave Tang Ling to watch was of high quality.
In fact, this was just the worst quality on the desert island. After all, Tang Ling only wanted the quality of the blood pool.
What if it's the sticky one under the pool of blood? What quality should be considered? Tang Ling was also a little confused.
But such a high-quality gift from Poseidon, the kind that Tang Ling disdained, already caused Wu Mi to scream: "This, this high-quality? So much? Boy, are you lying to me?"
"What do you think?" Tang Ling took a sip of hot water and looked at the martial arts fan.
I don't know why, but martial arts fans always feel that Tang Ling's smile is so unbeatable.
"No, I still have to try." The martial arts fan walked around the room incoherently.
"Try whatever you want. I don't care if you use it for testing." Tang Ling changed into a comfortable position.
The martial arts fan suddenly stopped and looked at Tang Ling in disbelief. Then the next moment, he rushed into the room again like flying, then took a cup that could hold two taels and used more in front of Tang Ling. I poured out a cup quickly.
Then, he rushed to Chen Ning's side, pulled Chen Ning, who had not yet reacted, and rushed to the room behind the store, leaving only one sentence for Tang Ling: "As you said, the trial is free."
"Yeah, it's free." Tang Ling whispered to himself, not caring about the martial arts fan's behavior of taking advantage.
Now that you have money, your mentality is different. What if I let you take advantage? At this time, Tang Ling felt that he didn't need to act deliberately, and he looked like a noble.
After waiting patiently, about seven or eight minutes later, the martial arts fan appeared in front of Tang Ling with the empty cup, but Chen Ning did not follow him.
"Where is Chen Ning?" Tang Ling asked casually.
At this time, the martial arts fan's expression was solemn and a little dazed. It was not until Tang Ling's question that he came back to his senses and muttered to himself: "It would be great to give the girl sufficient resources. "
After saying this, the martial arts fan put the cup on the table, grabbed Tang Ling's hand, and said with some excitement: "All the debts you owe will be offset by Poseidon's gifts, okay?"
"You don't want the Moonlight Netherfish anymore?"
"You don't want the mutated four-color sea pearl?"
"You don't want the Seven Lotuses?" Tang Ling raised his eyebrows.
It seems that Chen Ning has accumulated quite a lot, fully meets the standards for advancement, and is of the right age. Why not use these resources
You know, it is common sense that the sooner you become a Purple Moon warrior, the greater the benefits will be in the future.
"Compared with some things, it doesn't matter if you are promoted to the Purple Moon Warrior a year later. Anyway, you can buy resources if you have money. Even if you can't buy the Seven Lotus Pistils, the girl can still be promoted. Her talent is very good "Martial arts fans don't care about resources at all.
Tang Ling pondered for a moment, wondering what he was planning in his heart? It actually made martial arts fans extremely nervous.
"How about that, would you like that?"
"How much do you charge me for a gift from Poseidon of this quality? It can't be that the quality is different. You charge me the same price, right?" Tang Ling did not deny it, but suddenly asked such a question.
The martial arts fan's face was a little red. He really wanted to get rid of this problem just now. Don't think his weapons are valuable, but they require huge costs. He is not very rich. Besides, the Poseidon gift that Chen Ning needs is very expensive, and he is really short of money.
"Six, six thousand?" The martial arts fan stuttered and reported a number.
This number is a bit low for a Poseidon gift of such quality, so low that it already feels like a forced purchase.
Tang Ling didn't speak, but looked at the martial arts fan with deep eyes.
"Well, then seven, seven thousand?" The martial arts fan quoted another price. This price was still extremely low, but it was also out of the outrageous range.
"Then seven thousand." Tang Ling stretched lazily and straightened his legs, agreeing very readily.
So refreshing? Martial arts fans are a little surprised and confused. What conspiracy does this kid have? Could it be that after using a bottle of Poseidon's gift to pay off the debt this time, he would go on to do business and incur more huge debts
It's totally possible! But with so many gifts from Poseidon, martial arts fans don't care about the future. This kid is quite reliable. If he dares to owe a debt, and he dares to let him owe it, he will pay the extremely conscientious price of seven thousand.
The key is that this guy is brave enough to let himself use two taels for free.
Thinking of the martial arts fan, he has already started counting quickly: "There are five kilograms here, so the total is 100 taels. I just used 2 taels, so it is considered to be ninety-eight taels. Then converted into Zhengjing coins, the total is sixty-eight taels." Sixteen thousand Zhengjing coins.”
"You owe me 870,000"
"Wipe out the loose ends?" Tang Ling said lightly, then took out two cigars from his body and threw one to the martial arts fan.
"A pre-civilized Bagu cigar? Or a genuine one?" The martial arts fan took the cigar handed to him by Tang Ling in disbelief.
Human beings are very strange. Even if a disaster like the Purple Moon Change occurs, they finally survive and establish a new era, but they still will not forget some inexplicable habits and pass these things down.
For example, the Bagu cigars favored by the wealthy in pre-civilizations are still favored by powerful people in this era.
It’s just that planting in this era is very difficult. Even if you open up a small area to grow the tobacco leaves of this kind of Bagu cigar in order to please some powerful people, you still have to spend a lot of means to control the mutation and make it as close as possible to that of the previous civilization. Kind of authentic.
Therefore, the value of a Bagu cigar can be imagined.
But even so, this kind of Bagu cigars can only be called imitations. The truly authentic Bagu cigars are preserved from previous civilizations through various means.
After all, no matter how similar the imitations are, they cannot completely copy the things of the previous civilization. I wonder how powerful a person is to control the mutation at any cost and obtain plants that are exactly the same as those of the previous civilization? Perhaps Emperor Han of Zhengjing City can do it
Therefore, the value of authentic Bagu cigars is even more amazing.
It is not like a crude thing like cigarettes. It exists in large quantities and is made in this era to satisfy smokers.
"Yes, genuine Bagu cigars. One thousand Zhengjing coins." Tang Ling directly and roughly pulled off the cap at the end of the cigar and lit it. He didn't know how to appreciate cigars anyway. He didn't buy the things with money, but just took two from the so-called VIP room.
Come to think of it, the anonymous, second-highest-level membership card that Cyril asked Samuel to bring to him was really good.
Yes, the next highest level membership card is the second most valuable special crystal card in the Sochi black market.
As long as it is a membership card, it is higher than the so-called VIP card.
This is also based on pre-civilized concepts. All the most high-end places need a club to accommodate members, so that they can appear private and ceremonial.
The so-called VIP? It's just a way to attract business and seek long-term customers.
Because of the anonymity, this membership crystal card is the second highest, so it can only be ranked second.
The first member crystal card must be registered, but the objects that can be registered are at least the city lord of a safe city, and they cannot be small safe cities.
Thinking about it this way, what's the point of having a box of Bagu cigars in your room
"You, you are such a waste of money!" Just when Tang Ling lamented that rich people really know how to play, the martial arts fan suddenly yelled at Tang Ling again.
He is obviously a tobacco lover, so he usually chooses a pipe, a tool that can better taste tobacco.
Cigars are too luxurious, let alone Bagu cigars. How can a martial arts fan not feel distressed when Tang Ling doesn't know how to cherish cigars at all
But that was only Tang Ling's business. After the martial arts fan finished yelling, he saw Tang Ling's "I don't understand" look on his face, so he could only sigh, put away his Bagu cigar and said to Tang Ling Said: "You want me to wipe out a fraction of 70,000 yuan with a Bagu cigar? Your calculation is too loud. But for the sake of it..."
The martial arts fan wanted to say it, but because of the conscientious price Tang Ling offered, he accepted it even if it was only a fraction of 70,000.
After all, if the market price was strictly followed, Tang Ling's bottle of Poseidon's gift would not only wipe out his debt, but martial arts fans would also have to pay Tang Ling.
You can't be too shameless as a human being, right
"No, I mean this bottle of Poseidon's gift can be converted into 680,000 Zhengjing coins." Tang Ling had thick smoke coming out of his nose, and waved his hand holding the cigar and said, "Calculate it like this. , I’ll just give you 190,000 Zhengjing coins. I’m too lazy to calculate the fraction.”
"You, you mean you want to erase the odds?" The martial arts fan was completely stunned this time. He even had the urge to ask Tang Ling, had he been adopted as a godson by the owner of Sochi's black market? Or will he owe himself 10 million Zhengjing coins next
But he didn’t have any Zhengjing coins to owe him, except for that random thought that made the martial arts fan’s heart start to ache, and his heart was bleeding crazily, no, spurting blood.
But he was already seriously considering whether it was possible for him to really let Tang Ling owe him 10 million
Tang Ling didn't know that the martial arts fan had already made such a plan. If he had known that Tang Ling would never let go of such an opportunity.
At this time, Tang Ling just felt that the Bagu cigar was not very good. The rich smoke made people feel chest tight. He casually stuffed the Bagu cigar that he had only taken a puff into the hands of the martial arts fan.
Then he took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket. They were very ordinary cigarettes. They were not expensive cigarettes left over from previous civilizations. They were just medium-quality cigarettes produced in the Ziyue era.
But it was the kind that Su Yao often smoked. Tang Ling had followed Su Yao to Madam's Black Market and got a lot of it, and now he was used to its taste.
Think about it, this was how Uncle Su Yao took advantage of Madam's black market back then, right? He is really not a rich man, and well, he probably can't be considered a rich man either
Thinking of the past, a nostalgic smile appeared on Tang Ling's lips.
When the martial arts fan saw Tang Ling's smile, he suddenly became wary, and the cigar in his hand became hot to the touch: "Are you so generous? What are your intentions?"
"No, I'm just lamenting that I can't adapt to the so-called high-end taste." Tang Ling told the truth.
The martial arts fan glanced at the cigarette Tang Ling took out, turned around and whispered, "Do you like this brand?"
"Any questions?" Tang Ling lit one for himself in a familiar manner. The familiar taste spread in his mouth, and Tang Ling exhaled a puff of smoke comfortably.
"No problem. After we have discussed the debt, let's talk business. Although you still owe me 190,000 Zhengjing coins, you can take away these mortgaged things." Wu Mi finally calmed down.
"No, no no." Tang Ling shook his head: "I'm here to pay back the money, how could there be any reason not to pay it back?"
"What do you mean?" The martial arts fan was stunned. He really couldn't keep up with Tang Ling's thinking.
Tang Ling, holding a cigarette in his mouth, just smiled mysteriously at the martial arts fan, and then took out another five kilogram bottle of Poseidon's Gift from the backpack on the ground.
"Ah! You" the martial arts fan's face suddenly turned red.
Tang Ling did not stop, and then another bottle of Poseidon's Gift was taken out from his backpack.
With a "snap" sound, the martial arts fan had already stood up, pointing at Tang Ling and not knowing what to say.
But Tang Ling still had no intention of stopping, and 'bang' two bottles of Poseidon's gifts were placed neatly on the table.
As a fifth-level Purple Moon warrior, the martial arts fan could not stand firmly. If he wanted to, fifty first-level Purple Moon warriors would not be able to move him even half a step.
But at this time, the martial arts fan took several steps back until he touched the counter, and then he barely stood up straight.
"You, are you not afraid that I will rob you?" The martial arts fan almost said these words through his teeth.
He didn't lie, he did have the intention to rob Tang Ling! With his force, Tang Ling had no room to resist.
"You won't." Tang Ling shook his head calmly and ran his hand over the neat bottles placed on the table. No wonder everyone likes to show off and invents all kinds of tricks to show off. Looking at the martial arts fan's appearance at this time, Tang Ling realized that 'pretending to be' is such a fun thing, isn't it
"Why do you think I don't know how to do it?" The martial arts fan was so stimulated that he even spoke with a voice like a bull's breath, let alone smoked that luxurious cigar.
But it didn't matter. After Tang Ling roughly tore off the cap and then lit the cigar haphazardly, half of its essential aroma and taste were lost.
"It depends on your feeling." Tang Ling was still immersed in the feeling of pleasure inside.
The martial arts fan was speechless. He really couldn't find any words to refute.
In fact, Tang Ling did rely on his feelings a little bit, but more importantly, he was a martial arts fan. How could a boss like him, who could owe him more than 800,000 Zhengjing coins, rob
It took about a minute to calm down. The martial arts fan sat next to Tang Ling again, trying his best to control his eyes not to look at the four bottles of Poseidon's gifts, and then casually placed the cigar in his homemade bottle. On the ashtray.
If you are not in the mood to smoke a cigar, just let it burn out naturally.
The key point now is that the martial arts fan asked here: "Let's talk business? What do you want?"
Tang Ling had already shown such sincerity, and the martial arts fan decided that he should be more direct.
"Let's calculate these at seven thousand." Tang Ling first pointed to the Poseidon gifts on the table.
"You're at a bit of a disadvantage." Paying back the Poseidon's gift was one thing, but when it came to business again, martial arts fans were not willing to take advantage of Tang Ling too much.
There are reasons for this due to the character of the martial arts fan, but there are also some other reasons.
"Then let's stop arguing about these issues. When we talk about business, why don't you go to your secret weapons arsenal?" Tang Ling did not talk too much about the martial arts fan.
With Tang Ling's intelligence, how could he not know about the loss? It's just that Tang Ling thinks that martial arts fans are kind to him. No matter how important the things he mortgages are to him, they are indeed a pile of rubbish in the eyes of others.
However, the martial arts fan still made Tang Ling owe a total of 870,000 Zhengjing coins on credit.
If it weren't for this credit, Tang Ling's hope of defeating the Zhantang boy would have been slim.
Speaking of which, this is a great kindness.
In addition, Tang Ling also had an inexplicable fondness for Chen Ning and sympathized with this girl's plight.
To sum up, Tang Ling was willing to suffer even if he suffered a big loss. He deliberately used this method to pay off his debts.
**
Back to the weapons depot again.
Tang Ling was still in a shocked mood. After all, he couldn't escape his male instinct and his innate love for weapons.
The only difference was that the last time she accompanied Tang Ling to the weapons depot and explained the weapons to Tang Ling was Chen Ning, but this time it was the martial arts fan who accompanied him in person.
As for Chen Ning, Tang Ling never saw her.
However, it is not difficult to guess that it must have absorbed enough gifts from Poseidon and is currently digesting them
Ordinary weapons no longer had any value to Tang Ling.
The martial arts fan took Tang Ling directly to the core warehouse.
"The best high-energy blaster. I want all your inventory." Entering here, Tang Ling made his first request without hesitation.
Considering the uneasiness caused by the fog of death, at least his Harvest partners must have powerful life-saving devices.
Therefore, a high-energy blaster was far from meeting Tang Ling's needs.
The martial arts fan didn't say much. He walked directly to a certain location in the core warehouse and opened the safe containing the high-energy blaster.
Unlike the last time Chen Ning only opened one layer, this time Wu Mi opened all three layers of the safe.
There are not many high-energy blasters inside. There are ten on the first floor, two on the second floor, and one on the third floor.
"Do you want the ordinary ones?" the martial arts fan asked Tang Ling after opening the cabinet.
"I don't want the ordinary ones." Tang Ling shook his head. This time he brought out so many resources and could exchange them for a lot of money. Tang Ling would never be stingy in some places. Tang Ling didn't like the kind of blaster that only had one shot.
You must know that Poseidon deliberately gave half of the gift to Tang Ling to the martial arts fans out of gratitude and goodwill for Chen Ning.
But these Poseidon gifts were not the main source of Tang Ling's money. He only used them to repay favors and make special feed for the Sunlight Netherfish.
"Okay. Then what you have in front of you is my inventory of high-energy blasters." As the martial arts fan spoke, he took one from the first floor and threw it to Tang Ling: "This kind can fire five rounds in a row. There are ten."
"You have already bought one of these twenty-round ones. Now there are only two left."
"This type only has seven rounds. But the price is the most expensive." As he spoke, the martial arts fan handed the top high-energy blaster, which was glowing with silver and beautifully decorated like a work of art, to Tang Ling. .
Tang Ling put down the five-shot version and took over this high-energy blaster, which was like a work of art.
"Seven shots? Is it a tribute to the Desert Eagle? Or is it because of art?" Tang Ling just made a joke.
"No! Seven rounds is the upper limit." There was no hint of joking on the martial arts fan's face: "One more round and it will be inexplicably scrapped."
"Mysterious restriction?" Tang Ling's eyes suddenly lit up, which means that this weapon is extremely close to the upper limit of weapons in this world. One more shot will cause it to be inexplicably scrapped, just like those great weapons of previous civilizations. The same is the best proof.
"Yes, mysterious restrictions! Because the high-energy explosive bombs it fires can harm third-level Purple Moon warriors. It is the kind of real damage, not an understatement, like a little knife wound." Wu A trace of pride flashed in Mi's eyes, after all, he had built and transformed it himself.
Tang Ling played with this super blaster and couldn't put it down even more.
Yes, a firearm that can harm third-level Purple Moon warriors, and does not cause ordinary damage, should not be called high energy in Tang Ling's mind, but should be called super power.
No wonder that girl Chen Ning said she couldn't afford it last time.
I was flipping over and over again without any inspiration, but now I have great inspiration, so I quickly took the time to write it.
(End of chapter)