One magic stone at a time, two hundred magic stones for the grand prize
As soon as this sign was posted, it immediately attracted a large number of players and local residents of the Venice Underground City to come and watch.
But someone immediately said:
"Is it true that there are two hundred magic stones? Or is it a lie?"
Indeed, there are only one hundred jars in total. If there are two hundred magic stones in them, wouldn't this person definitely lose one hundred magic stones
Needless to say, players, they are definitely not stupid, and the natives are not stupid either. At first glance, they think there is something fishy.
But the player took out a lot of slips of paper and unfolded them one by one. Most of them were blank, but there was one slip of paper with the words [200 Magic Stones] indeed written on it.
In addition to this, there are even several pieces of paper with other prizes, such as [5 magic stones] and [1 magic stone]. Of course, 1 magic stone is the most.
After showing it, the player stuffed the notes into the jar generously.
Soon a bald goblin jumped out of the crowd and shouted:
"I come!"
The bald man quickly took out a magic stone. Although there were many magic stones, he didn't look distressed at all and quickly handed it over to the stall owner.
The man picked a jar and smashed it down with a hammer. With a crisp sound, the jar was smashed into pieces, and a small note was quickly taken out from the jar.
It clearly says [Reward 20 Magic Stones].
The aborigines exploded on the spot.
"Oh my god, is there really a magic stone reward?"
"Isn't it a lie?"
"I thought he was a liar!"
"Is this person evil?"
"That's not right. Look, there are so many jars behind him. If he gives away all these jars, it won't be a loss."
Although the aborigines sounded very excited, the players could see something fishy.
Who doesn’t know what this player is doing? It was just acting, it was just a request.
They want to make money from the indigenous people!
That won't work, and we can't slow down. If it's too late, all the Aboriginal people's money will be taken away by them!
As soon as the players saw such an opportunity to make a fortune, they ran faster than rabbits. Soon, the jars in the Eternal Kingdom dungeon were almost sold out.
In the Venice Dungeon, smashing jars can only be regarded as a small test of the players' skills. What is really urgent is what the merchants will face next.
When the services provided by players are more thoughtful and cheaper than theirs, the goods produced are not that bad.
The most important thing is that players know how to make things happen, such as membership cards, door-to-door service, buy one get one free, and they can play better than anyone else.
Soon, Venetian merchants felt unprecedented pressure.
At this moment, in the hall of the Lord of Venice, the new Lord of the City, Alexander, son of the Duke, looked at the envelopes on the table in front of him. They were all letters of report and letters of help from various people who came to him.
Most of the content is about the players from the Eternal Kingdom dungeon who seriously disrupted the order of the market.
However, Alexander had no intention of dealing with these letters. They were just lying aside waiting to collect dust.
There was a goblin butler standing nearby. He looked quite smart and capable. He was holding a stack of documents in his hand and was reading about things that needed to be dealt with on a daily basis in Venice.
"...The renovation plan of Dongcheng has been put on the agenda. According to the agreement with the merchant alliance, we will be responsible for all the expenses of Dongcheng..."
The goblin was still saying this, but Alexander had already raised his hand, interrupted the goblin, and then asked:
"If this is what follows, there is no need to say more." Alexander said:
"How was that matter handled?"
"What does Lord Alexander mean?"
"A gift for Lord Sherlock."
After Alexander finished speaking, the goblin looked suddenly enlightened, and then said with a smile:
"Don't worry, Lord Alexander, we are ready."
Alexander nodded and said:
"You need to hurry up, Lord Sherlock. It seems that you have noticed something."
"I see."
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On the streets of Venice, players with green characters on their heads can be seen everywhere.
This is already a very common thing for the indigenous residents of Venice.
There are even shops opened by these players in many places.
For example, in a certain coffee shop in a commercial district, the shop with the words "Cat Pee Coffee" written on it was opened by Pioneer League players.
Except for such a wealthy guild, no other guild has the ability to open a shop in such a prosperous area.
Sherlock wore a gray robe, put on some disguise, and walked into the shop with the black dragon dog egg.
The employees in the store are all players of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon. In terms of service attitude and freshness, they are far superior to the indigenous residents of the underground world.
You know, the indigenous people don't have much service attitude. If you need a cup of tea, most of their answers are:
"Huh? Did you miss the word "shi" in Shakespeare or something? Isn't this tea good? What? You said there is dirt in the tea? Do you know this is called protein? Free protein!"
This is generally the case, and the stores opened by players will be:
"I'm really sorry, we will give you a discount on this meal, and there are coupons here, please keep them."
That feeling of spring breeze really makes people... not want to come at all.
At least Sherlock didn't see any intention of residents of the underground world entering this shop opened by players.
If it's a business transaction, it's easy to say, but in the service industry, it's obvious that players haven't touched the joy of the indigenous residents of the underground world. It's not that they will feel happy if you talk nicely.
"I know, this is probably similar to what it means in the Zaun region, those people who are scolded bloody and wholesale are still happy to continue playing in this region!"
Black Dragon Goudan said speculatively after seeing the deserted shop, but Black Cat Pineapple beside him shook his head and said:
"There is still a difference. Players in Zaun District still have a feeling of "What if I can also bury your horse?", while the residents of the underground world simply send horses."
Sherlock didn't listen to their discussion of these issues. He pressed the service bell and said:
"Please have a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea."
Soon someone ran over wearing a maid outfit, it was Yucha.
Just a goblin in a maid outfit...