Monarch of Evernight: One hundred and nine stocks are waiting for the price to rise

bsp;"Paint..." Qianye planned to listen to what Yin Qiqi had to say first. The lion's big mouth was the style of a top-class family, but it probably wasn't her style.

However, her first sentence gave Qianye a blow: "Without our paint, this armor would not be so outstanding. Moreover, its design should also be our exclusive property. Without permission, you Cannot be used. ”

You’ve seen Qianye’s design drawings, but you still can’t use them without permission? To put it bluntly, this kind of armor is just an idea, or to put it more nicely, it’s called a design concept. Once you have the idea, you can naturally make it. Oh, and there’s another key, paint.

However, Qianye believes that the sap of the Holy Tree should be much more effective than paint.

"What do you want?" Qianye had limited time and was not going to make any more detours.

"According to the elders of the family, the value of the paint will account for more than half of the overall quotation. In addition, you must ensure the supply of wood and sacred tree sap."

In other words, the combined value of wood and sacred tree sap is not as valuable as the so-called mysterious paint.

Qianye was noncommittal and asked: "What is the effect of paint?"

"Confidential."

"How can I trust that the paint is doing its job?"

"You just have to believe."

"The formula of paint?"

"Confidential."

Qianye smiled and waved, "Goodbye."

Yin Qiqi smiled and said, "Aren't you going to continue talking?"

"If this is still the case, then there will be nothing to talk about."

Yin Qiqi said: "You ask for money all over the sky, and you pay back the money on the ground. Shouldn't it be like this?"

"How did you become like those guys from the Song clan?" Qianye shook his head and said: "I don't lack armor for the time being, let's talk about it when I do."

"I can make some concessions on the price, but I have to ensure the supply of sap from the sacred tree."

Qianye finally raised his head and asked: "What you really want is the sap of the Holy Tree, right? This is the most critical product of the New World. I will not transfer it without special reasons and good enough conditions. ”

"Resources are waste if left in the warehouse. They are valuable only when they are used!"

Qianye laughed and said: "That's not right, it is valuable even if it is kept in the warehouse."

"What value?"

"Hold up and wait for the price to rise!"

"You...you are just like that scoundrel Song Zining!"

"Who made us brothers?"

Yin Qiqi shrugged helplessly and said: "I really can't do anything to you. Let's do this. For the sake of our past friendship, I will help you. Our Yin family got the news from Yong Ye's secret line, and the dark race found it How to utilize the sap of the holy tree has greatly increased the demand for the sap. The original intention of the old guys in the Presbyterian Church is to stock up on some things and make a lot of money when the empire also knows how to use the sap. Just one stroke."

Qianye laughed, not expecting that the Yin family elders had the same idea as him. In fact, he now owns more than ten forests and has more than twenty sacred trees. When it comes to hoarding goods, I am afraid that no one in the empire can match him. Others were hoarding sap, but Qianye was simply hoarding holy trees.

Furthermore, it is inferred from the remains of the Mosar werewolf battlefield that under normal circumstances, after the forest battle, the sacred tree will be destroyed to some extent. In other words, as long as the Yongye camp still uses conventional combat methods, even if it captures more forests than Qianye, it may not necessarily harvest more sap than his.

However, the information brought by Yin Qiqi was very important. Qianye already knew the importance of the sap of the holy tree, and after receiving this information, he paid more attention to it. Decided not to sell it until the use of the sap from the sacred tree was known. The same goes for those wonderful stones that are somewhere between rock and metal on the island in the middle of the lake.

Having made up his mind, Qianye said to Yin Qiqi: "You are very cunning!"

Yin Qiqi spread her hands, "It's not my fault. After all, I am a member of the Yin family. If you are fooled, of course I will not help you."

"Then what's going on with this armor design?"

"Of course it's true, and so is the paint. It's just that the effect of the paint is not as good as I said, but it is still useful and has obvious effects."

Qianye pondered and tried: "How about I exchange one part of the armor's sap for ten parts of paint?"

Yin Qiqi sighed: "You are just too honest. My psychological price is actually fifty cents. We won't lose at sixty cents. If it were Song Zining, he would probably just call for 500 cents."

Qianye corrected his mistake when he realized it, "Then it will be fifty copies, but the workshop will be moved to Yonglu and will be produced here."

It was the right thing to avoid long-distance transportation of raw materials. Yin Qiqi agreed on the spot. Before leaving, she looked at Qianye and hesitated.

Qianye didn't take her little abnormality to heart, and was fully thinking about how to deal with Sosa and his Mosar werewolf army. Theoretically, the Yonglu Werewolves are no match for the regular Mosar Werewolf army. However, after Qianye’s retraining and re-arming, and the mixing of human warriors with excellent tactical literacy, the Yonglu Werewolves have already been able to fight against the Mosar Werewolves. power.

The key is Sosa.

Qianye is very calculated. Even if he adds Hayate, Carol and himself, with the help of the Hall of Heroes, he is still no match for Sosa. The Maharaja, like the Heavenly King, is a completely different level for the following ranks.

Although Sousa did not come after him, this is a bad thing. Compared with other strong men, Qianye got used to the rules of the new world at an alarming speed, but there is no guarantee that Lord Yongye will be able to adapt to the rules of the new world after a while. After that, I still can’t familiarize myself with the rules of the new world.

He did not expect to encounter forces from other continents in the new world so soon. Now that the rival king has appeared, he can only wait and see what the Zhiji King's attitude will be.

Qianye explained the work at hand, then plunged into the new world and continued to drive around the Hall of Heroes to harvest forests. After taking over the Four Sacred Tree Forest, two more forests appeared to use Qianye's will as the battlefield to confront him. Qianye found that the invisible pressure that had been entangled in him seemed to be loosened a lot. Every time you take down a forest, you will feel less stressed and more adaptable to the new world.

It seems that after the six-armed commander was eliminated, the Holy Tree transferred its support to Qianye, and the pressure on the new world was reduced, which was equivalent to increasing Qianye's strength in disguise.

After taking down several forests in the direction of the Mosar Werewolf, the various holy trees seemed to resonate with each other and gave more support to Qianye. As a result, Qianye's strength did not fall but rose in the new world, and even It's even better than in Yonglu.

Because of these discoveries, Qianye began to accelerate the pace of harvesting the six-armed creatures. When facing Sousa head-on, every increase in strength increases the chance of survival.

Qin Lu, at the gate of the new world, suddenly there was a storm in the foggy area, and a murderous intention soared into the sky, causing almost everyone in the garrison outside the gate to stand on end with chills, and some timid ones even collapsed to the ground!

In an instant, the police signal inside the fortress blared, all the soldiers grabbed their weapons and rushed to their posts, and the ballistae on the turret also began to shine with the light of the Force.

In the blink of an eye, all the troops held their breath, and countless large crossbows pointed at the gate. No one dares to be careless, no one knows what will come out of the door.

Zhao Jundu once personally confessed that he must point his gun at the door at all times. Even if there is an army of thousands, it is possible for them to be completely wiped out in the New World.

The people responsible for guarding the fortress are elites transferred from various places by the empire, and they have all seen big scenes. But at this moment, the murderous intent rushing out from the door was like a surging tide. Even if the princes and grand dukes passed over the battlefield, the pressure was nothing more than this. Therefore, all experienced veterans are very nervous.

The white mist suddenly parted to both sides, forming a passage, from which a figure slowly walked out, holding a spear and walking as steady as a mountain.

Every step he took, not only the earth shook, but also the white mist parted on its own. No matter how powerful the beast was in the past, it never forced the white mist to retreat. This is no ordinary fog, but the substantial force of the new world.

Some recruits had sweat pouring from their foreheads, and their hands holding the triggers could not help but tremble. Suddenly there was a gunshot, and someone finally couldn't bear the mountain of pressure and accidentally pulled the trigger.

A large-caliber force bomb roared out and went straight to the figure's eyebrows.

The man's mood was relaxed, he reached out casually, plucked the Force bomb from the air, looked at it and threw it aside, and said: "My will is too bad, but my accuracy is not bad."

Hearing this hoarse voice, a general stood up and shouted: "Stop it! It's Lord Cointreau!"

The man walked out of the fog, and it turned out to be Zhao Jundu. Everyone was shocked when they saw his appearance clearly. General Zhao Clan rushed over and said in surprise: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Jundu's beard and hair were messy, and most of his long hair was cut off, leaving only an inch of short hair. He was covered in blood and mud, and his armor was badly damaged. In some places, only a piece of armor was hanging, still dangling. There were several wounds on the face that was originally so handsome that no flaws could be found. One of them was slanted over the eyebrows and extended over half of the face.

Only those eyes are as clear as before.

When he looked at the stunned soldiers on the defense line and the tense atmosphere, he realized his problem and his murderous intent slowly subsided. Many soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground, as if they were about to collapse.

Facing the generals around him, Zhao Jundu said calmly: "I'm fine, just a minor injury. It's not worth making a fuss about."

As he spoke, he threw the war gun in his hand to a general next to him and said: "Make another one just like this gun, twice as heavy. Damn, Song Zining's things are all light. It’s awkward.”

The generals looked at Zhao Jundu with dull expressions on their faces.

Zhao Jundu laughed and said: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen me swearing at others? Don't be stunned. Go and prepare a new set of clothes. I can no longer wear this one."

Many of the generals are old people from the Zhao clan, but even they felt that they saw a brand new Zhao Jundu today. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have doubted whether it was someone else's fake one.

A moment later, in the main building in the center of the fortress, the attendant had placed a large basin of hot bath water. Zhao Jundu stepped into the bathtub and groaned in comfort. But what was originally a pool of clear water turned red in the blink of an eye. There were countless wounds all over his body, many of which had not been closed yet. When soaked in hot water, blood seeped out.

Zhao Jundu didn't care at all, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was about to fall asleep. The maid next to her looked worried and boldly reminded: "Lord Cointreau, do you want to call a doctor?"

Zhao Jundu opened his eyes and said, "No, bring some clothes and towels."

After a while, Zhao Jundu wrapped himself in a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom, and sat down in the study. After just such a short journey, his bathrobe was already soaked in blood in several places.

He looked at the time and said to himself: "It's almost time, why haven't you seen anyone yet?"

"Are you waiting for me? Hahaha!" A burst of rough laughter sounded outside the door, and then the study door was kicked open.