Chapter 131

EASTLEY?

When Bai Song heard this, he seemed to be the original mentor here. So the old pedant was the mentor's teacher just now.

It's a little tongue twister.

"I'll give you an intermediate refining pharmacy," Bai Song said to his sister in the hall.

Walking in the stairwell, Bai Song looked at the powder bottle. He had some doubts in his heart. The development of things suddenly became strange.

"It's really strange. This should be a task? There are no task tips." Bai Song frowned as if he wanted to drop the powder bottle, but he raised his hand and put it down again.

Some NPCs will release tasks that the system does not recognize to players. These tasks have one thing in common. The risk is high and the reward is not necessarily high.

However, it's just a running task to Red Rock City, and there seems to be no risk.

"Alas, it seems that the reborn person is not omnipotent." Bai Song sighed. In his previous life, he entered the game two years later. The major events before depended on hearsay or information inquiry.

Although Bai Song found a lot of information to get familiar with the game before entering the game, there will inevitably be omissions.

At this time, the communicator was ringing. Bai Song looked at the ID and thought that the time was almost over.

"There are no more 120 groups, and now there are 32 silver groups. Many players in the guild are greedy for cheap. They sold them early, and they don't take much." the voice of ghost fire came from the communicator: "a large number of other players have poured in, resulting in the price rising too fast, and there are not many below 30 silver at all."

"That's almost the number. I can't get it. That's enough." Bai Song comforted the ghost fire: "now most of the things are in the hands of profiteers, and I can't get it by relying on the output of low-level players."

Speaking of profiteers, Bai Song couldn't help remembering Xiong Dalai. He didn't know whether he still had it, but he made all these decisions himself.

"Is this really enough?"

"That's enough, almost. I don't have much time to practice any more." Bai Song received the email and his backpack was full of snake gall.

Hung up the communicator, Bai Song couldn't help but be speechless: "so much is to practice dead people."

This afternoon, white pine soaked in the refining pharmacy.

......

"Brother Xiong, are you sure you want to sell now? It's only 32 silver, and it seems that it will continue to rise." a bald head said to Xiong Da, "now the goods are stacked in more than ten or twenty homes. We're in the middle of the river here. There's no need to be in such a hurry?"

Baldheaded is very reasonable. Even Xiong Dadu is about to believe it, but after Bai Song said it, Xiong Da always feels a little uneasy.

Xiong Da hesitated for a moment and said to the bald head, "first throw two groups, the price of 31 silver."

"Well brother has the final say," said the bear. "No matter how big the bear is, he can only help him. What is the boss's heart?"

The two groups were put up and lower than the market price. According to the previous situation, this should be lost in seconds.

After a minute, the two groups were bought away. One group looked at Xiong with a bald head and was surprised: "is this... Is everyone going to practice level..."

But when he finished bareheaded, it seemed that he didn't think it was convincing. Xiong Daguo said abruptly, "take the remaining group off the shelf."

"Brother Xiong, if you get off the shelf, the deposit will be eaten by the auction house." the bald man said weakly.

"If you're asked, you'll get a fart deposit." Xiong Da really wants to slap his head. At this time, he also said about the deposit.

Baldheaded did not dare to say more. He immediately gave the remaining group.

"Xiong Da, what if this thing is useless in the end?"

Bai Song's words appeared in Xiong Da's mind like an echo. Xiong Da patted his head: "yes, if it hadn't been hyped, this thing would be a pile of low-grade materials that no one would want."

"Sell it, sell it all to me." the bear clenched his teeth and made the decision fiercely.

"Really sell?" the bald head was surprised and asked weakly, "what about the one I bought myself?"

"It's up to you whether you like to sell or not. Hurry up and sell all the things I've hoarded." Xiong Da's voice was burning.

"All right." the bald man took out the purchased snake gall from several backpacks and put it on at once, but the bald man was clever before he put it on: "brother Xiong, how do you sell it?"

Xiong Da is a little annoyed now. He can make money, but his intuition tells him to sell quickly.

Upset, but Xiong Da is a more chaotic and calmer person. After thinking a little, he said, "thirty silver groups, ten groups and ten groups sell like this. If there is no movement for ten minutes, it will be twenty-nine silver."

Bald has been with Xiong Da for three or four years. He knows that once Xiong Da shows this expression, it means he has absolute confidence. In his heart, he also decides to sell what he bought with his private money, although there are only a few groups.

......

"Bai Shao, how long are you going to sell?" Xiaofeng asked standing beside Baicheng, "do you want to contact Bai Song? But does Bai song really have that drawing?"

"It's OK to contact him. It's best if he is willing to cooperate... Forget it, I'll contact him in person later." Baicheng's face was full of laughter.

"Bai Shao, according to the current market, we earn the most from the speculation." Xiaofeng couldn't help admiring Baicheng.

"It's just luck. Who knows that the snake gall in other areas is much higher than that in our side. You can find someone to find out what the secret of the snake gall is." Baicheng said with a little proud smile.

But a little brother rushed over and interrupted their conversation.

"Bai Shao, there are ten groups of thirty silver snake galls in the market. Shall we eat them?" the younger brother is obviously responsible for staring at this aspect.

"Ten groups?" Baicheng frowned and then asked, "how long has it been? How many groups are left."

"There is only one group left in ten groups. It's past one and a half points." the little brother reported truthfully.

Hoo.

Baicheng breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the power of the market is still very strong, and his worries seem to be superfluous.

Just when Baicheng was relieved and thought it was a false alarm, the little brother said untimely: "Bai Shao... There are ten more groups, also thirty silver."

"Ten more groups?"

Baicheng immediately opened the auction house. Fortunately, the ten groups were bought out in two minutes. Baicheng frowned, hesitated and clicked refresh.

Ten more!