"One-third of the street? It doesn't matter, don't worry too much. WWw, QuanBen-XiaoShuo,CoM" Qin Fen smiled and closed Qitian Tower's information page: "There are still two-thirds of his street to fight for , the remaining sects will feel threatened, and they will unite to resist, right? But Qitian Tower itself needs to be careful not to capsize at the critical moment of the struggle for hegemony."
Qin Fen opened several other hot posts about himself and carefully analyzed the videos of several other battles. Reflection afterwards is one of the most important things to do to improve.
After browsing all the posts, Qin Fen closed the posts on the Sky Battle Network. Using a search engine, I found the official website of Flying Heart Girl Band.
Although it is not as popular as Sky Battle Network, it is still very popular.
Especially since the concert has just been held, many people are excitedly expressing their opinions in the forum.
Qin Fen casually registered an ID and quickly posted the news about selling signatures.
"Selling Yaxin, co-signed by Yafei." Quantity is limited, the highest bidder will get it. 》
The post appeared on the forum page for less than sixty seconds, and it had already become a hot type of post.
After another two minutes, the post was set to the top status.
Clicking on the post, Qin Fen looked at everyone's replies and immediately felt boundless resentment pouring out from between the lines.
"Get out! Get out of here! Don't use our Fei Xin as a tool to make money!" "Are you a human? Are you willing to sell Fei Xin's signature?"
"Don't believe him! This person must be a liar! Everyone should know how difficult it is to get Fei Xin's signature."
"You actually sell Feixindi's autograph? Your greed for money is comparable to Thirty-Six Hours."
Qin Fen couldn't help but be stunned when he saw his ID name on Battle.net. It seemed that the person who posted the message was also a Battle.net enthusiast.
Just a few minutes. Thousands of insults poured in. Qin Fen was very skeptical about facing these people in reality. Will he drown in their saliva
The posts in the forum here are full of criticism, and the mailbox in the forum over there is receiving text message reminders every second.
The information in the mailbox is no less than the comments on the forum posts. Except for a few people who directly send text messages to curse, the vast majority of people secretly send letters to inquire about the price.
Qin Fen was speechless the most. Many people responded with an attitude of indignant rebuke, but when they turned around and sent the letter, their attitude was extremely affectionate. \
"Brother! I am also a Feixin enthusiast. How much do you want to sell it for?"
"Brother, don't pay attention to them in those posts. In fact, I support you. Sell me one of your signatures."
"Sisters, I feel sorry for you! You work for everyone's welfare, but they still call you shameless. Sister, I support you. How do you sell autographs?"
There are all kinds of text messages, all showing the same meaning. I am not the same person as the person who posted this in the forum, we are all from the same country.
Qin Fen looked at the screen and couldn't laugh or cry. The autographs in his hand were very limited. Those who are so close now and can't buy autographs in the end will probably be even more angry, right
"Eh? Are you selling something?" Zhang Xiangyang came to Qin Fen's side, looked at the text message with interest, and asked casually: "How do you plan to take action?"
"Super Taobao." Qin Fen quickly opened a new webpage with his fingers: "Go to the auction directly."
"Not bad, not bad." Zhang Xiangyang touched his chin, but there was no good expression on his face: "Brother, just do this and wait for the real person PK. I can foresee it. In the future, there will be 800 people coming to see you for real PK. If you don't have 10 million, there will be 800. Ten thousand.\\"
"So serious?" Qin Fen was somewhat unexpected: "Can you be so crazy?"
Zhang Xiangyang stretched out: "That's because you are not a fan yourself. In this world, some people's belief is power. Some people's belief is power, and some people's belief is money. Similarly, there are also people whose belief is music. Flying Heart Girl The band’s sound can shake people’s souls, and it doesn’t matter if they can be worshiped by others. It can produce extreme madness.”
Qin Fen nodded slowly. The high-pitched music emanating from the petite bodies of the two little girls can really shake people's souls. There has never been any heavy metal rock music that can make people instantly excited as soon as they listen to it*** To the extreme.
There is nothing too magical about such a soul musician being able to make people believe in and worship him.
Qin Fen started to have difficulties. After picking fourteen sects in one day, he was already so tired that he could hardly stand. He had to deal with challengers from all over the world and other planets. Qin Fen suddenly felt a chill. It was definitely a nightmare. ah.
Looking at the signature in his hand, which could be exchanged for a lot of money, Qin Fen had a headache. It turned out that how to make a move was so much more difficult than getting the signature.
"Cough... cough..."
Zhang Xiangyang coughed twice symbolically as a reminder. \
Qin Fen looked at Zhang Xiangyang with great interest. According to psychological analysis, it was impossible for this man to come and say these words for no reason.
"What can you do?"
"It's not impossible." Zhang Xiangyang's hands flew quickly on the keyboard as if playing a piano: "There is something called a black market in this world. In this black market, as long as you have the skills, you can even sell the head of the federal president. "
"Really?" Qin Fen shook the autograph book in his hand: "Although the signatures of the Flying Heart Girl Band are valuable, are they not qualified to be on the black market?"
"Of course." Zhang Xiangyang opened a web page with a black background and quickly entered his account and password: "However, the black market's capabilities are much greater than you think. For example, there is also a profession called a client here. They don’t ask who you are, and they don’t care what you are selling. They will use their own special channels to sell what you need.”
Qin Fen's eyes gradually brightened. He had only heard of the existence of the black market before, but he did not expect that the black market was now completely online.
Zhang Xiangyang pointed to the corner of the screen, where there was a little man in black clothes with a big word "一" written on his chest. \/
"Did you see that? Unfortunately, my qualifications are too low. I am only a first-level member, so my permissions are very limited. The only clients I can contact are rookies like me. I'm afraid the price won't be too high."
"Then can you find a client who performs a similar auction?" Qin Fen flipped through more than thirty signatures: "I feel like I'm losing money no matter how I price this signature. It would be great if we could hold a small-scale auction."
"Okay! No problem." Zhang Xiangyang pointed his fingers: "Any client here must be able to organize a small, safe and hidden auction, otherwise he will not be qualified at all. However, for dozens of signatures to conduct an auction , I’m afraid even this black market client will be surprised.”
As Zhang Xiangyang spoke, he "played the piano" with both hands on the keyboard and quickly entered information one after another.
Soon, someone sent a message back.
"There are too few items, too low value, and not qualified for entrustment."
Zhang Xiangyang grinned and looked apologetic: "I'm afraid it's not easy to handle. There are rules here." What if I add this? Qin Fen had no choice but to take out the dozens of signed T-shirts in his hand: "That's all. If it doesn't work, I'll find a way myself." "
"I'll try again." Zhang Xiangyang sent the message again.
The news came back again, which put a smile on Qin Fen's face.
"Barely qualified to make a commission, accept the commission. The commission is 50%." Zhang Xiangyang sighed: "Here, the higher your value, the lower the commission will be. This is the first time I have heard of the 50% commission. Are you sure you want to entrust it?”
Qin Fen firmly grasped the T-shirt in his hand and nodded slowly: "What you sell is money, what you hold in your hand is nothing."
"Okay! You have courage." Zhang Xiangyang replied quickly, and soon received a new reply.
"Go to the official website and publish a sales message, "There are only thirty-five signatures, and the Super Taobao website address is in the post."
Use Super Taobao? Qin Fen's smile became even weaker. It's really easy for people with channels to make money these days.
Ordinary people use Super Taobao and can easily find seller information. If someone with channels were to conduct the auction at the same location, the effect would be completely different.
Qin Fen made another post, casually photographed the signatures on the signature book with a camera of more than 3 million pixels, and passed the photos to the client through a black market website. After everything was done, Qin Fen's new posts were once again overwhelming. This time there were many times more people posting than last time.
"Don't buy it, everyone! We can't let him insult our idol like this!"
"That's right! No one should go! Let him lose money!"
"I agree, no one should buy it
Qin Fen looked familiar to the IDs of many people who made statements about boycotting. After thinking about it for a moment, he realized that they were the people who sent text messages to inquire about prices.
"These people..." Qin Fen really didn't know what to say about them. While encouraging others to boycott, he secretly went to bid for the goods.
Qin Fen also entered the auction interface. The signature that just set the low price at one yuan has now climbed to one hundred in the blink of an eye, and the rate of increase has not stopped at all.
This result made Qin Fen sigh, there are so many rich people in this world. It's just a signature, right
Different people have different values. Qin Fen watched the price rise from one hundred yuan to two hundred yuan in less than forty or fifty seconds. The speed at which he refreshed the web page was not as fast as the price.
A thousand dollars!
The autographs were auctioned separately. Qin Fen looked at the thirty or so auction web pages. When someone suddenly spent a thousand dollars directly, he was stunned like others on the Sky Battle Network watching him fight.
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