"This, these are all the signs you got from the talks with the trick door...?"
Liu Lei swallowed hard and said with difficulty.
His eyes widened.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...
He lost count.
As if there were so many omens for free, Zhao Tianyu carelessly threw them to the ground.
He felt like a bumpkin.
The last time I saw so many omens was in the omens warehouse of the Chongcheng Sect Office.
Moreover, the grade is not that high.
There are many, many high-level omens.
Why, everyone here is at least E-level or above.
"A total of thirty-five omens."
Zhao Tianyu was silly and said proudly: "No more, no less. I took back all the things that Brother Zhang Yan snatched."
Huang Zeyu's eyebrows twitched several times. Even he didn't know that they had obtained so many high-level soul-carrying objects during this trick talk.
What the hell, what should he say?
Too, too rich.
The Huang family is not a small family in Chongcheng, but it is impossible to get so many high-level omens in one go.
Zhang Yan's mood was very stable. He just glanced at the omens on the ground and said, "Zhao Tianyu, you and Huang Zeyu take your pick. The rest is mine."
Huang Zeyu waved his hands quickly: "No, no, I didn't do anything this time, I'll win.
I'm lucky if I can get my life back.
How dare you ask for signs. "
Zhao Tianyu also shook his head and said angrily: "I will only take one piece, and the rest belong to Brother Zhang Yan.
After all, you have worked hard to get these things back.
I can't take too much, otherwise I will be punished by God. "
"Why are you so polite to me..."
Zhang Yan tried hard to convince Huang Zeyu that he didn't want any of them, but Zhao Tianyu only chose one.
The remaining thirty-four omens were all given to Zhang Yan.
The surrounding soul masters were all whispering.
"Who are those three people?"
"It seems that he came out of the treacherous meeting alive this time."
"Damn it, we also came out of the trick door talks, and we only got one or two omens.
There are more than thirty people there.
Why is there such a big gap between people? "
“Stop comparing, there’s no way to compare.
They came out of fixed script No. 44. "
"What!
Was Fixed Script No. 44 successfully conquered?
Damn it, it’s unprecedented! "
"After listening to your words, my pink eye was instantly cured."
“But you see, it seems that the E1-level kid took the big shot.
He collected thirty-four omens. Who is he? "
"That person seems to be the soul master of Wen City."
"Wencheng?
Hey, Director Zhang from the Wencheng Trickster Office is also here. Could it be that that guy is a relative of Zhang Qiang? "
"Who knows, even if they are relatives, they can come out of the fixed script No. 44, can you do it?
Take a shower and go to sleep! "
Zhang Qiang laughed.
At this moment, he felt that his life had reached its peak.
Although these omens were not produced by him, the omens produced by Zhang Yan, a soul master from Wencheng, were no different from those produced by him.
They all give him a face.
He looked at Liu Lei like a country bumpkin, as if to say: "Look, I, Zhang Yan from Wencheng, am so awesome.
None of your huge cities can compare with him. "
At this moment, Liu Lei swallowed his anger and hid.
He really can't compare.
Zhang Yan saw that Zhao Tianyu and Huang Zeyu were unwilling to take more omens, so he had no choice but to look at Zhang Qiang and Liu Lei: "You two, help me calculate how much these omens are worth."
Zhang Qiang and Liu Lei were shocked at the same time: "What, are you going to sell so many omens together?"
Zhang Yan nodded: "Please help me do the math."
Liu Lei was talking loudly and was about to count.
Zhou Zhi quit: "These are the omens created by Zhang Yan, our Wencheng soul master. According to the rules, they should all belong to our Wencheng Guile Sect Office.
I won’t bother Mr. Liu with the inventory work. "
How could Liu Lei do it? These signs are all political achievements.
He smiled, without any dirt in his mouth, but his expression was filled with all kinds of emoticons greeting Zhou Zhi: "Sister Zhou, you just don't understand the rules.
This time it’s a trick-door negotiation match.
Our Chongcheng has a trick door. According to the rules, our Chongcheng can get 90%. "
"Ninety percent?"
Zhou Zhi responded tit-for-tat: "Director Liu, do you really think I'm a fledgling girl?
I know all the rules.
It's because you don't understand the rules! "
"Sister Zhou, I'll take a step back. We'll get 70% from Chongcheng and give you 30% from Wencheng."
Liu Lei said.
Of course Zhou Zhi was not happy: "Director Liu, you don't regard me as your sister.
Okay, let’s talk about levels.
We are all directors of the Trick Door Office, at the same level.
To save face, we will score four or six points.
You are four and I am six. "
Liu Lei's face twitched.
Although he and Zhou Zhi are both directors of the Secret Service Office, there is a huge difference between the director and the director.
No matter how you say it, you are the director of a municipality directly under the Central Government, with more than 30 million people in your jurisdiction.
Wencheng is a prefecture-level city with a population of just over two million.
Why are you on the same level as yourself?
He had known for a long time that the newly appointed Director of the Trickster Office in Wen City was very powerful, but he didn't expect that he could even have such a powerful mouth...
The two looked like they were sharing the spoils unevenly.
Huang Zeyu couldn't stand it anymore and called several staff members to come over and count all the signs.
There are a total of 10 E9 level omens.
24 D-class omens.
A bumper harvest indeed.
The staff members had stars in their eyes and their mouths were watering.
This is a lot of money for the boss.
Huang Zeyu was also extremely shocked. He was a peak E3 soul master. When he entered the trick door, the highest level omen he could get was only around E4.
There was only one time when I was extremely lucky and reached E5.
Now among the signs, the worst ones are E9.
Grandma Li's, if you compare one person to another, you will die, and if you compare goods, you will throw them away.
No wonder those powerful soul masters like to attack more advanced and dangerous weird scripts.
Because giving and receiving are always directly proportional.
At the same time, Huang Zeyu was also extremely lucky.
If Zhang Yan hadn't turned the tide, the fixed script No. 44 this time would still have ended in total annihilation.
To this day, even if he wins, he reviews the script from a God's perspective.
He was still dripping with cold sweat and terrified.
Even if you know the plot, you will never be able to conquer it.
The fixed script is really terrible.
The staff who completed the inventory told Liu Lei and others the purchase price.
Liu Lei smacked his tongue: "Mr. Zhang Yan, a total of 300 million credit points.
I have negotiated with Director Zhou Zhi of Wencheng, and each of us in Chongcheng and Wencheng will have half of this batch of omens.
I'll ask the staff to transfer the credit points directly to your mobile phone. "
The number 300 million again aroused a burst of exclamation and envy from the surrounding soul masters.
Zhang Yan thought for a while, shook his head and said: "I don't want credits, I just want ghost coins.
Also, please help me collect some things. "
With that said, Zhang Yan took out a list and handed it to Liu Lei and Zhou Zhi.
After reading it, the two directors agreed with a smile.
Although what Zhang Yan needs is a bit weird, it is not too unpopular and the price is good.
As for the ghost coins that Zhang Yan wants, according to common sense, the Scam Office only accepts ghost coins and cannot redeem them with credit points.
But, who called him Zhang Yan?
As long as the strength is there, everything can be accommodated.
Liu Lei and Zhou Zhi both wanted to give Zhang Yan a good impression and immediately decided to open a back door for him.
