"Painting..." Qianye planned to listen to what Yin Qiqi had to say first. The lion's big mouth is the style of the Shangpin family, but it should not be her style.
However, her first sentence gave Qianye a blow: "Without our paint, this armor would not be so outstanding. Moreover, its design should also belong to us, and you cannot use it without permission. "
You've seen Qianye's design, but you can't use it without permission? To put it bluntly, this kind of armor is an idea, or better known as a design concept. Once you have an idea, you can make it naturally. Oh, and one more key, paint.
However, Qianye believed that the effect of the holy tree sap should be much greater than that of the paint.
"What do you want?" Qianye had limited time and didn't plan to make any further detours.
"The elders in the family mean that the value of paint will account for more than half of the overall quotation. In addition, you must ensure the supply of wood and holy tree sap."
In other words, the combined value of wood and sacred tree sap is not comparable to the so-called mysterious paint.
Qianye was noncommittal and asked, "What about the effect of the paint?"
"Secret."
"How can I trust that the paint is doing what it should?"
"You just have to believe."
"The recipe for the paint?"
"Secret."
Qianye waved his hand with a smile and said, "Goodbye."
Yin Qiqi smiled and said, "Shouldn't we continue talking?"
"If this condition is still the case, then there is nothing to talk about."
Yin Qiqi said: "Ask for prices all over the sky, and pay back the money on the ground. Shouldn't it be like this?"
"How did you become the same as those of the Song Clan?" Qianye shook his head and said, "I don't lack armor for now, let's talk about it when I do."
"I can make some more price, but the supply of the holy tree sap must be guaranteed."
Qianye finally raised his head and asked, "What you really want is the sap of the sacred tree, right? This is the most important product in the New World. I won't transfer it without special reasons and good enough conditions."
"Resources are waste if left in the warehouse, and they are only valuable when they are used!"
Qianye laughed, and said, "That's wrong, it's still valuable in the warehouse."
"What value?"
"Store and wait for the price to rise!"
"You...you are no different from that rascal Song Zining!"
"Who made us brothers?"
Yin Qiqi shrugged helplessly, and said: "I really can't do anything about you. How about this, for the sake of previous affection, I will treat it as a help for you. Our Yin family got the news from the dark thread of Yongye, and the dark race found the sacred tree The demand for sap has greatly increased. Those old guys in the Presbyterian Church just want to stock up on things, and when the empire knows how to use sap, they can make a lot of money. .”
Qianye laughed, he didn't expect that the elder Yin's family had the same idea as himself. In fact, he now owns more than ten forests, and has more than twenty sacred trees in his hand. If he is talking about hoarding goods, I am afraid that no one in the empire can match them. Others are hoarding tree sap, but Qianye is simply hoarding holy trees.
Moreover, it is speculated from the remains of the Mosar werewolf battlefield that under normal circumstances, after the forest battle is over, the holy tree will be destroyed to some extent. That is to say, as long as the Eternal Night camp still uses conventional combat methods, even if they capture more forest blocks than Qianye, they will not necessarily gain more than his sap.
However, the information Yin Qiqi brought was very important. Qianye already knew the importance of the sacred tree sap, and after getting this information, he paid more attention to it. Decided not to sell until I figured out what to do with the sap of the sacred tree. The same is true of those wonderful stones between rock and metal in the center of the lake.
Having made up his mind, Qianye said to Yin Qiqi: "You are very cunning!"
Yin Qiqi spread her hands, "It's not my fault. After all, I am from the Yin family. If you are fooled, of course I won't help you."
"Then what's going on with this armor design?"
"Of course it is true, and so is the paint. It's just that the effect of the paint is not as good as I said, but it is still useful and has obvious effects."
Qianye pondered, and tentatively said, "How about I use one part of armor sap for ten parts of paint?"
Yin Qiqi sighed: "You are too honest. My psychological price is actually 50 shares. We don't lose out at 60. If it was Song Zining, he would probably call 500 shares directly."
Qianye corrected it when he knew his mistake, "That's fifty copies, but the workshop will be moved to Yonglu, and it will be produced here."
Eliminating the need for long-distance transportation of raw materials was the proper intention, and Yin Qiqi agreed on the spot. Before leaving, she looked at Qianye and hesitated to speak.
Qianye didn't take her little abnormality to heart either, and was fully thinking about how to deal with Sosa and his army of Mosar werewolves. Theoretically, the Yonglu werewolf is invincible against the Mosar werewolf regular army, but after Qianye's retraining and arming, mixed with human fighters with good tactical literacy, the Yonglu werewolf has already faced the Mosar werewolf in a battle Power.
The key is Sosa.
Qianye is full of calculations, even if he adds Gale, Carol and himself, with the help of the Hall of Valor, he is not Sosa's opponent. Maharajas, like heavenly kings, are completely different levels for the following ranks.
Although Sousa did not chase after him, it is also a bad thing. Compared with other powerhouses, Qianye got used to the rules of the new world surprisingly fast, but there is no guarantee that Lord Yongye will not be able to do so after a period of time. Familiar with the new world rules.
He didn't expect to meet forces from other continents in the New World so soon. Now that the opponent, the Maharaja, had already appeared, he could only see what the attitude of the King of Fingers was.
After Qianye explained the work at hand, he plunged into the New World and continued to harvest forests in the Hall of Valor. After taking down the Forest of the Four Sacred Trees, and after two forests emerged to fight against Qianye's will, Qianye found that the invisible pressure that had been entangled with him seemed to be much looser. Every time a forest is won, the pressure will be less, and the adaptation to the new world will be stronger.
It seems that after the elimination of the six-armed commander, the holy tree transferred its support to Qianye, and the pressure on the new world became less, which is equivalent to strengthening Qianye's strength in disguise.
After taking down multiple forests in the direction of the Mosar werewolves, the holy trees seemed to resonate with each other, and they supported Qianye more, so that Qianye's strength in the new world did not fall but rose, even stronger than in Yong. Lu still needs to be stronger.
Also because of this discovery, Qianye began to speed up the pace of harvesting six-armed creatures. When facing Sosa head-on, every point of strength increase increases the chance of survival by one point.
Qin Lu, at the gate of the new world, suddenly the foggy area surged with wind and clouds, and a murderous intent shot up into the sky, which shocked almost everyone in the guards outside the gate, and some timid ones even collapsed to the ground!
In an instant, the sirens in the fortress were blaring, all the soldiers grabbed their weapons and rushed to their posts, and the ballista on the turret also began to light up with the force of light.
In a blink of an eye, Wan Jun held his breath, and countless guns and crossbows pointed at the gate. No one dared to be careless, and no one knew what would come out of the door.
Zhao Jundu had personally confessed that no matter when, he would always point a gun at the gate. Even an army of thousands may be wiped out in the New World.
The guards in charge of the fortress are the elite dispatched by the empire from all over the world, and all of them have seen the big scene. But at this moment, the murderous aura rushing out of the door was surging like a tide, even if the princes and grand dukes in the past were criss-crossing the battlefield, the coercion was nothing more than that. So all experienced veterans are very nervous.
The white mist suddenly parted to the two sides, forming a passage, from which a figure slowly walked out, carrying a long spear, and his steps were as steady as Mount Tai.
Every step he took, not only shook the ground, but even the white mist separated by itself. No matter how powerful the strange beast was, it never forced the white mist to retreat. This is no ordinary fog, but the substantial force of the new world.
Some recruits were sweating profusely on their foreheads, and their hands were shaking as they pulled the triggers. Suddenly there was a gunshot, and someone finally couldn't bear the pressure of the mountain, and accidentally pulled the trigger.
A large-caliber original force bomb roared out, heading straight for the figure's eyebrows.
The man calmed down, stretched out his hand casually, and took the original force bomb out of the air, looked at it and threw it aside, saying: "The willpower is too weak, the aim is not bad."
Hearing the hoarse voice, a general stood up and shouted: "Stop it! It's Lord Cointreau!"
That person came out from the fog, it was indeed Zhao Jundu. Everyone was shocked when they saw his appearance clearly. The general of the Zhao faction hurried over and said in surprise: "My lord, you, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Jundu's beard and hair were disheveled, most of his long hair was cut off, leaving only an inch or so of short hair. His body was covered in blood and mud, and his battle armor was badly damaged. In some places, only one piece of armor was hanging and dangling. There were several wounds on the originally handsome face that could not pick out any flaws, one of which was slanted across the eyebrows, extending more than half of the face.
Only those eyes were as clear as before.
He looked at the stunned soldiers on the defense line, and the tense atmosphere seemed to be on the verge of breaking out. Only then did he realize his problem, and his murderous aura gradually subsided. Only then did many soldiers heave a sigh of relief, and fell limply to the ground, as if about to collapse.
Facing the surrounding generals, Zhao Jundu said calmly: "I'm fine, just a small injury, it's not worth making a fuss about."
While speaking, he threw the battle gun in his hand to a general next to him, and said, "Make another gun like this one, and double the weight. Damn, that guy Song Zining's things are all light and flimsy, and it's awkward to use. "
The generals looked at Zhao Jundu with a dull expression.
Zhao Jundu laughed, and said: "What are you looking at, haven't you seen me swearing at people? Don't be dazed, hurry up and prepare a new set of clothes, you can't wear this one anymore."
Many of the generals were old men from the Zhao Clan, but even they felt that they had seen a brand new Zhao Jundu today. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have doubted whether it was faked by someone else.
A moment later, in the central main building of the fortress, the attendants had already placed a large basin of boiling hot bath water. Zhao Jundu stepped into the bathtub and groaned comfortably. But the original pool of clear water turned red in an instant. There were countless wounds all over his body, many of which were not healed, and blood oozed out after being soaked in hot water.
Zhao Jundu didn't care at all, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was about to fall asleep. The maid next to her was worried, and boldly reminded: "Master Jundu, do you want to call a doctor?"
Zhao Jundu opened his eyes and said, "No, bring clothes and towels."
A moment later, Zhao Jundu wrapped himself in a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom, and sat down in the study. In just such a short distance, his bathrobe was already soaked in blood in several places.
He looked at the time and said to himself: "It's almost time, why is there still no one?"
"Are you waiting for me? Hahaha!" There was a loud laugh outside the door, and then the door of the study was kicked open.