Chapter 127: : Speculation

"Don't order it. It's too much to waste."
"Okay." I don't know why Bai Song has a special appetite today. Bai Song has been given some of the more popular ones in this fly house.
Although it is a while before noon, the small shop is full of customers.
The mutton is a bit special. You can change the soup when it tastes light. The mutton is cooked with mutton oil. The method is also very sophisticated.
In this way, the taste is naturally outstanding, but since the daily cooking time is very long, the daily amount is definitely not too much.
Compared to the simple and rude production of fast food, it is everywhere and people are happy. Obviously, fast food is more suitable for fast-paced urban life.
People seem to have forgotten something that needs to be stopped and tasted.
At the moment when fast food is sweeping, such exquisite cuisine is indeed considered alien, but fortunately, it is not submerged by the general environment, and it is still living tenaciously.
In fact, as long as you do something seriously, even if it is difficult, some people will gradually agree.
Bai Song paid for it. Although there were many things to order, a single dish or a basket only cost ten yuan and twenty yuan. This meal was only sixty to seventy.
If you change to a restaurant with a higher level of decoration, the same thing may cost two or three hundred, and the fly house has only a small profit but a lot of sales, and it will be expensive.
Bai Song said goodbye to the boss. He has always liked to eat in this restaurant since he was studying. A few ten yuan will be enough for a full meal here.
The boss is a middle-aged man in his fifties who is busy with his two apprentices. After more than ten years, the apprentices have changed batch after batch.
A taxi just stopped here. Bai Song stopped the taxi and Su Qiuyu got in the car. The road was a little blocked during the rush hour.
Tossed and tired Bai Song lay directly on the bed. Today he can be so tired that he spends too much time walking by car.
"Otherwise you can rest." Su Qiuyu sat on the bed and smiled.
Bai Song turned up a carp. "Let's rest in two days. I'm busy now."
Bai Song got into the game cabin, closed the door, and was ready to enter another fantasy world.
The game is online.
The system prompts: You have new mail.
mail? Bai Song opened the mailbox, looked at the sender's name as someone he didn't know, and opened the mail with curiosity.
"It was the guy."
Opening the mailbox, Bai Song found a lot of magic iron stones and some bronze equipment. These are the problems of the loot distribution that was described yesterday.
The magic iron companion crystal and the boss's explosives are all Baisong's trophies, which is not considered as a one-size-fits-all problem of trophy distribution.
Receiving items directly, Yidao is very generous in this regard and did not make a contribution, and quite a lot of things accounted for almost half of the harvest of the night.
Do big things informally.
Outside the bat cave.
Bai Cheng looked at the leaders who led the team, with a look of anger: "The other party also had 4 people, and the other two were just red names. You can't even do them alone. Is he so high paid?" of?"
From the description of their behavior, Baicheng directly guessed that the other two men in black were just hired for the red name, and the four would almost destroy the search team, which made him extremely angry.
Although the matter was not passed down, Baicheng also knew that sooner or later he would be known by others. After all, there are many life players and low-level players, and many people are mixed.
The most important thing is that the loss is not small. This incident makes those glory guilds who are only joining in the game unwilling to come again. Fortunately, all the experience items that have been lost are compensated by glory, which has stabilized the hearts of the people.
In addition, some mining results and exploration items were also stolen.
Bai Cheng gritted his teeth, especially the old guys on the board did not use this incident to attack themselves during the meeting. Fortunately, the father directly suppressed it.
Several bosses bowed their heads and seemed to feel ashamed that the incident was hard to tell.
"Bai Shao, I'm sorry, but I'm incompetent." Xiao Feng stepped forward to take the responsibility, after all, he was the person in charge at the time.
Bai Cheng opened his mouth and finally turned into a sigh. He waved to several others: "You all do your own thing."
After everyone left, Baicheng looked at Xiaofeng and asked, "Forget it, I can't blame you all on this matter. Who did you find out?"
"At the time, they were all wearing masks. Their detection skills could not break their masks, and those with advanced detection were in the elite group." Xiao Feng answered truthfully.
Baicheng frowned: "So, don't you know?"
Xiaofeng shook her head and said, "I really don't know, but I have a guess."
"Say, since it's okay to guess wrong." Bai Cheng nodded and motioned to Xiao Feng to continue.
"One of them is," said Xiaofeng paused here ~ EbookFREE.me ~ the flame was burning in his eyes: "White pine."
"What's your guess?" Baicheng frowned after hearing Bai Song's name.
Xiaofeng said it at that time, and Bai Cheng's eyes appeared sharp after listening.
Bai Song put on a human skin mask and went into the trading area. After selling 80 bottles of universal snake venom antidote to Ghost Island yesterday, Bai Song has no more bottles left. Bai Song wants to see if anyone sells snake bile in the trading area.
But after walking around, Bai Song went straight out of the trading area. Few people sell snake bile like this. But today Bai Song saw many people selling snake bile.
The price from the original eight silver group seems to be more than doubled overnight. The cheapest is actually a twenty silver group. It seems that there is a possibility of soaring.
Bai Song opened the auction house a little bit unbelievably. A quick search of the courageous gall found that the cheapest was almost the same as the trading area.
There is still some snake guts in Baisong's backpack. Baisong hung up half of the group for sixteen silver, but it was seconds before the group was less than a minute.
Someone is making a ghost!
Looking at the eight silver coins Bai Song squeezed his fist, the price soared overnight, saying that no one speculated that Bai Song did not believe it.
For who is engaging in ghosts, Bai Song also guessed that the approximate target should be Baicheng, but Bai Song was not clear what good it would be for him to do so?
He does not have the formula in his own hands, and even if he gets a bunch of snake gall, it has no other role. The upfront funding is extremely important. Why did Baicheng make this decision?
For the Honor Guild, Bai Song went to understand a little bit. For Bai Cheng, now he should be reluctant to call this fund in Honor.
"Is it because of what happened last night? He guessed it was me?" Bai Song smiled helplessly, if it was just a guess, it would be too childish? (To be continued.)