Chapter 130: : Mass Selling

Eastleigh?
When Bai Song heard it, Eastleigh seemed to be the original tutor here. So the old scholar was just the tutor's teacher. Novel ㄟ%
Speaking a bit of a mouthful.
"I'll give an intermediate pharmacy." Bai Song said to the girl in the hall.
Walking in the staircase, Bai Song looked at the powder bottle with some confusion in his heart, and the development of the matter suddenly became strange.
"It's weird, shouldn't this be a mission? There are no mission reminders." Bai Song frowned as if he wanted to drop the powder bottle, but put it down after raising his hand.
Some npcs will give players tasks that are not recognized by the system. These tasks have one thing in common. High risk and high reward are not necessarily high.
However, it was just a running task to Red Rock City, and there seemed to be no risk.
"Well, it seems that the rebirth is not omnipotent." Bai Song sighed. He entered the game two years later in the previous life. The events of the previous life depended on hearsay or information.
Although Bai Song went to the game to get familiar with the game, he sought out a lot of information to understand it, but there will inevitably be omissions in it.
At this time, the communicator was ringing. When Bai Song looked at Id, it was almost time.
"There are no more than one hundred and twenty groups, and now they have fired a group of thirty-two silvers. Many players in the guild are eager to sell them cheaply and early, and not many are received." The voice of the ghost fire came: "The influx of other players has caused the price to rise too fast, and there is not much below 30 silver."
"It's almost this number, it's not enough to collect it, it's enough." Bai Song comforted the ghost fire: "Now most things are in the hands of traitors, and it can't be received by the low-level players."
Speaking of traitors, Bai Song couldn't help but think of Xiong Dalai, and he didn't know if he was still there, but it was all his decision.
"Is this enough?"
"That's enough, almost. I don't have that much time to practice any more." Bai Song received the mail, and his backpack was full of snake gall.
Hanging up the communicator, Bai Song could not help but speechlessly: "So many people want to train the dead."
This afternoon, Bai Song was in the pharmacy.
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"Brother Xiong, are you sure to sell it now? The price of thirty-two silver seems to continue to rise." A bald head said to Xiongda: "Now there are more than ten or twenty homes with goods stacked, we are here It's a midstream game, don't you need to be so anxious? "
The bald head made a lot of sense, and even Xiong Da was almost convinced, but Xiong Da always felt a little uneasy after being said by Bai Song.
Xiong Da hesitated for a while, and said to the bald head: "Throw two groups first, the price of thirty-one silver."
"Well, Brother Xiong, you are the boss, you have the final say." Bald head saw that Xiong Da insisted so much, there is no way, anyway, he just helped the work, and blindly care about the boss's heart.
The two groups were put up, lower than the market price. According to the previous description, this should be instantly dropped.
After one minute, the two groups were bought, and one bald glanced at Xiong, with a little surprise in his eyes: "Is this ... Is everyone going to level up or something ... "
But after speaking bald, it seemed that he didn't feel convincing, Xiong said decisively, "Take the remaining group off the shelf."
"Brother Xiong, if the rack is removed, the deposit will be eaten by the auction house." The bald said weakly.
"If you ask you to go down, you will need a fart deposit." Xiong Da really wanted to slap his head. At this time, he also said the issue of the deposit.
Bald didn't dare to say more, and immediately gave the remaining group.
"Bear, what if this thing is not useful in the end?"
Bai Song's words appeared in Xiongda's mind like an echo, and Xiong slammed his head: "Yeah, if it's not hyped up, this thing is a bunch of low-level materials that no one would want."
"Sell, sell, everything was sold to me." Xiong Da gritted his teeth, and made this decision "ferociously."
"What a sell-off?" The bald was shocked when he heard it, and asked weakly, "What about the one I bought myself?"
"Whatever you like, you love to sell or not. Hurry up and sell all those I have hoarded." Xiong Da said in a frantic tone.
"Okay." The bald took out the snake courage acquired from several backpacks, and it was about to be put on, but the bald head was smart before he put it on: "Bear, how can this sell?"
Xiong Da is also a bit annoyed now that he can make money, but Xiu Da's intuition tells him that it is not too late to sell.
Upset is upset, but Xiong Da is a person who becomes more calm and calm, and thinks a bit: "Thirty silver groups, ten groups and ten groups are sold like this, if there is no movement for ten minutes, then 29 silver."
The bald head has been with Xiong Da for three or four years. He knows that once Xiong Da shows this expression, it means that he has absolute confidence. He also decided to sell his private house money, although there are only a few groups.
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"Bai Shao, how long do you plan to sell?" Xiaofeng stood beside Bai Cheng and asked: "Should you contact Bai Song? But does Bai Song really own the drawing?"
"It's okay to contact him, if he is willing to cooperate is the best ... forget it, I'll contact him personally in a while." Bai Cheng's face was filled with laughter.
"Bai Shao, according to the current market, we are the ones who make the most of the hype." Xiao Feng could not help but admire Baicheng.
"Luck, no one knows that the snake gall in other areas is much higher than ours. You can find someone to find out what secrets this snake gall has." Bai Cheng said with a smug smile.
But for a while, a boy-like person rushed over and interrupted the conversation between the two.
"Bai Shao, ten groups of 30 silver snake courage appeared on the market. Should we eat it?" The younger brother was obviously responsible for staring at this aspect.
"Ten groups?" Baicheng frowned, and then asked, "How long has it passed now? How many groups are left?"
"One of the ten groups is left. One and a half minutes have passed." The younger brother reported truthfully.
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Baicheng breathed a sigh of relief ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It seems that the market is still very powerful, and what seems to be worrying him has become unnecessary.
Just when Bai Cheng was relieved and thought it was a false alarm, the younger brother said inappropriately: "Bai Shao ... there are ten more groups, and thirty silver."
"Ten groups again?"
Baicheng immediately opened an auction house to see, fortunately, those ten groups were bought out within two minutes. Baicheng frowned and hesitated, and clicked to refresh.
Ten more groups!
ps: It's not that it's not explosive. The grade is really not enough to drink porridge. It's not like writing a chapter in half an hour.
I'm also making a copy called Life, and it takes time to add it. Can I try my best, I can't urge it.
I said that these are not complaining to give you a reward. There are many people in this book collection, and few people look at the original.
I wanted to be anti-theft, hey, forget it, that's it. It is not easy to be considerate and respectful of each other. (To be continued.)