Chapter 7 Wanfu Chamber of Commerce
Yang thought in peace and fell into hesitation.
"How much money can I exchange for a tael of silver?"
"10,000 yuan is exchanged for one tael. Note, I am not using the real silver price!"
Jiangnan Ke responded.
Yang Fang was secretly speechless.
This is a steal!
The price of silver in reality is very cheap.
But he has no choice now. He just killed someone not long ago. Once the other party's brother finds out, he will be unable to eat and walk around.
After hesitating again and again, Yang Fang still decided to buy a bottle of Qi Yang Pill first, and then buy a Shadowless Sword, and then exchange it for three taels of silver. It will cost a total of 170,000.
His heart suddenly felt bitter.
This is what he earned from working hard for two years. In the past two years, he was reluctant to eat or wear clothes in order to save money to buy a house, but now he is being emptied all at once, and he feels uncomfortable.
He quickly responded to what Jiangnan Ke himself needed in the group.
"Okay, pay the first 50,000 yuan first, and pay the remaining money when you come back next time after you get the items!"
Jiangnan Ke responded.
This is good!
Yang felt relieved and secretly happy.
In this way, even if he is cheated, he will not lose too much.
Jiangnan Ke gave Yang Fang an account, and Yang Fang directly transferred 50,000 yuan to it.
"Brother, remember to go to the Wanfu Chamber of Commerce and find Wang Donglai. The password: Odds change and evens remain the same, and the symbols look at the quadrant!"
Jiangnan guest reminded again.
"OK!"
Yang Fang responded.
Next, everyone chatted again, discussing various situations and gangs in the Black Iron settlement.
Yang Fang didn't say a word, just dived the whole time, watching all this silently.
I have to say that people in the group can indeed chat.
We chatted from eight o'clock in the evening until late at night.
Yang Fang has captured a lot of information, and he has learned more about the black iron settlement. In general, the entire black iron settlement has a population of 70,000 to 80,000, which is extremely complicated.
The next morning.
Yang Fang continued to work with thick dark circles under his eyes.
When he looked at the familiar mental institution, he felt very emotional.
Without experiencing some things personally, no one knows what these mental patients really think. Perhaps only the world of these mental patients is the real world.
Two days passed in a blink of an eye.
In two days, he tried his best to understand some things about time travel.
Just after getting off work on the third night, Yang Fang felt a burning tingling sensation from the skin of his left hand, startled, and quickly rolled up his sleeve.
0 days 0 hours 9 minutes 58 seconds.
57 seconds
56 seconds
"here we go again."
It's only been two days, and time travel started again.
He immediately looked at the time on his phone, it was 07:25 in the evening, not much different from last time.
This made him wonder if this would be the point every time he travels from now on.
Yang Fang immediately walked to the bed, took off his shoes, and began to lie down quietly.
Not long after, a strong dizziness emerged from the body, the eyelids became extremely heavy, and the body began to sink infinitely, as if sinking into an invincible vortex. It took a long time before this feeling disappeared again.
In front of his eyes, the oil lamp flickered.
The smell of burnt clothes kept coming.
Yang Fang got up from the bed suddenly, panting heavily, as if he had just come out of a pool, and looked around.
It is still the dilapidated house before.
The clothes in the brazier have just been burned.
Everything seems to have passed so recently.
"From this point of view, two days have passed in reality, and here it is at most half an hour to an hour."
Yang Fang whispered.
Really weird.
This really feels like an online game.
He looked at the panel again.
Name: Yang Fang
Life expectancy: 21/32 years old
Repair: Not entered (20/30)
Heart Method: Introduction to Yang Yan Jue (6/100)
Martial Arts: Gale Thirteen Swords Mastery (1/300)
Panel Nothing has changed.
The swordsmanship and internal strength he cultivated in reality cannot change the panel here.
It is tantamount to saying that the practice in reality is completely wasted.
He directly picked up the rusty iron sword and practiced in the room again.
One practice is the first half of the night.
Gale Thirteen Swords into mastery (17/300).
Yang Fang exhaled lightly, and began to lie down to rest.
Early the next morning.
He took a special day off and rushed to Wanfu Chamber of Commerce.
The entire Wanfu Chamber of Commerce is extremely grand, located in the midst of a busy city, with a wide lintel, tall pine walls, and a pile of large stone lions in front of the door, exquisitely carved, majestic and majestic.
Several boys stood there, motionless.
"Looking for our young master?"
A servant frowned, looking at Yang Fang's clothes.
"Yes, please also report."
Yang Fang opened his mouth, wearing a newly bought bamboo hat on his head, which cost him ten Wen.
"You wait."
The young man responded, and reluctantly walked towards the house.
Where did my young master recently befriend this bunch of mud legs.
He has seen Yang Fang with tattered mud legs coming to find his young master more than once.
The key is that my young master has never refused, and even told himself that if someone comes to him, he must go in and report, which makes this young man unable to figure it out anyway.
Not long after, the servant came out again and said dully, "Come with me, the young master wants to see you!"
He led Yang Fang and walked towards the interior.
Yang Fang immediately stepped forward and followed the boy.
The two of them entered a hidden room directly through the corridor through the side door.
Inside the room.
A young man wearing a moon-white gown and a purple-gold crown sat on a chair with a smile on his face. He had been waiting for a long time.
The moment he saw the other party, Yang Fang couldn't help being stunned, and then a deep envy welled up in his heart.
It's really more popular than people.
Why are the identities of others traveling through time so noble.
I became a piece of mud!
"Are you Wang Donglai?"
Yang Fang hesitated for a moment, and said.
"Signal."
The young man looked at Yang Fang with a smile.
"Odd changes to even, the symbols look at the quadrant!"
Yang Fang responded.
"Sure enough, he is one of our own."
Wang Donglai smiled slightly, warm and brilliant, with an unusually handsome appearance, picked up a package from one side, and said, "I have prepared everything you want, you can check it out."
He handed the package to Yang Fang.
Yang Fang took the package and checked it immediately.
There is a bottle of elixir inside, with a total of eight pills.
A cheat book written about Shadowless Sword.
There are also three taels of white broken silver, each piece is only the size of a fingernail.
"no problem!"
Yang Fang nodded.
"As long as there is no problem, brother, there is one more thing I forgot to mention. If you find black crystals in the ditch someday, you might as well come to me. The price is easy to negotiate!"
Wang Donglai laughed.
"Black crystal?"
Yang Fang frowned.
"Yes, that's what it is!"
Wang Donglai specially took a fist-sized sample from one side, and showed it to Yang Fang. The black light flickered, which was quite exquisite.
It is almost exactly the same as the one Yang Fang picked up before.
"What does this thing do?"
Yang asked subconsciously.
"This thing is useless to you, but it is very useful to us superiors, but I can't tell you the specific usage right now. You just need to help me pay attention. In short, everything is easy to talk about in terms of price."
Wang Donglai smiled.
Yang felt sour in his heart, and caught the special words in the other party's mouth.
Master.
When can I become a superior person myself?
He didn't stay any longer, and turned to leave.
(end of this chapter)