Zhu Shanhai took a deep breath, made up his mind and said, "Miss Su, please name a price. As long as you are willing to give up the red drink, no matter how much you say, I will never bargain!"
Su Qingyu leaned slightly with her legs together. She picked up the teacup, wiped off the foam on it with the lid, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhu, I am actually more interested in the copy of the [Wax Town] you mentioned."
[Gongyang Village] copy, in order to regain her childhood memories, she had to take a diluted blue drink, which increased her own pollution and almost caused her to lose her mind and commit self-harm. It was Wuxin who helped her drink the red drink and brought her back to her senses.
She remembered that the male protagonist Shen Sinian also exchanged a red drink from the system.
If red drinks can be obtained in the [Wax Town] copy, Su Qingyu thinks that it is necessary for him to collect more red drinks and keep them with him in case of emergency in future copies.
"It's like this, I want to organize a five-person team and enter this dungeon."
Su Qingyu asked: "Didn't you say before that someone had walked out of this dungeon alive? Didn't he tell you the rules of the dungeon?"
Zhu Shanhai clenched his fists and said, "No, the man who cleared the level is a loner, and he asked for 50,000 ghost coins before he was willing to tell us the rules of the dungeon.
Ghost money, what a precious thing it is!
Even if you clear the dungeon, you can only get a few hundred or a few thousand ghost coins. He asked for 50,000 right away, so why don't you just go and rob it?"
Su Qingyu thought about the way she spent money in the copy, which was almost wasteful, and the almost unshakable balance in her Tiandi Bank card, which made her feel very safe.
Any problem that can be solved with ghost money is not a problem.
Because he was too rich, Su Qingyu had no idea how much he had gained from clearing the dungeon before.
Zhu Shanhai continued to cry poor: "Our entire organization combined can't even collect 10,000 ghost money.
In order to rent this safe villa, all team members have to pay three thousand ghost money every month!
Every day we get up earlier than chickens, sleep later than dogs, work harder than donkeys, and eat worse than pigs!
I live in fear all day long, with my head hanging on my belt, not a penny of salary, and I still have to pay ghost money to others!
This is simply not something a human being would do!"
This does sound pathetic.
Seeing the 1.80-meter-tall, 180-pound man's eyes turn red, Su Qingyu comforted him awkwardly, "Don't get excited. 50,000 ghost coins are not necessary. It's not that difficult to find the rules in the dungeon."
She thought that when Zhu Shanhai made a boast just now, saying that he would never fight back no matter how much money was offered, he must have been talking about real-world money.
If she asked for paper money for the dead, Zhu Shanhai would at least shed a few tears for her.
"Have you decided on the candidates who will enter the dungeon?" Su Qingyu was worried that the unfamiliar teammates might be selfish and unable to cooperate well.
Shen Sinian in the previous copy is a typical example.
Zhu Shanhai wiped away the tears of poverty and said in a deep voice: “The original plan was for me, Mr. Bai Huo, Miss Luo Zixuan, Miss Zhuang Xiaodie and you.
If you don’t want to, we can only find someone else.”
Su Qingyu asked: "Do you know the difficulty of this copy?"