"You know so much?"

Li Ang glared at his eyes, and his palms kept taking out all kinds of debris from the void and putting them on the table.

What clothes drying racks, meat hooks, black garbage bags for kitchens, disposable rubber gloves, 84 disinfectant, floss sticks, and red wine.

There is even a loudspeaker commonly used by street vendors. If the script world does not ban electronic products, it will shout "Nine-nine, the whole audience will be 9-nine. If you can't buy it, you will suffer losses, and you can't buy it."

Considering that everything could happen in the script world, Li Ang really put half a nine-yuan cheap commodity store in an automated pet breeding box with huge storage space in case of emergency needs.

"Do I praise you as a Tinker Bell with four-dimensional space underwear?"

Wanli Fengdao's eyes twitched, and he glanced at the bottle of red wine with an English label. He complained with pain and analges: "Let's not talk about anything else, can this red wine be worth nine yuan?"

"Why don't there? The cost of many commodities in the real world is so low,"

Li Ang said casually: "Of course, these nine-nine are blended with pigments. The cost of better wine is thirty or forty, and you can buy 250 yuan for online sale.

There is an unethical way to make quick money, which is to take boxes of cheap bottled wine from the factory in the urban-rural fringe area, go to the mall to pay some money, set up a temporary stall for promotion, write the original price of 29 yuan, and the discounted price of 99 yuan. Don’t be afraid of people, dare to shout, and several shopping malls commit crimes. If you are lucky, you can make thousands of thousands of net profits in a day, and you can make a down payment in two months."

"And, there is such an operation?"

Wanli Fengdao was stunned when he heard this, and then he reacted, looking at Li Ang with a flickering look.

Li Ang waved his hand: "Don't look at me, I will never do anything that harms others and harms others."

Hoho, hoho.

Wanli Fengdao smiled awkwardly, and Li Ang added, "It's too low to make money like that, and it's not formal, and it's likely to be a tragic defeat. In a truly gray profit-making industry, its business operation model is often so simple that it will make people sigh that 'this thing can make money'."

Wanli Fengdao and Xing Hechou had no feelings about this, but Liu Wudai, who was the daughter of the Liu family, felt moved.

In the shopping mall, she has heard of many cases where she suddenly became rich with grey profit-making projects. Of course, those people have too wild ways, too low methods, too low levels, and it is difficult to reproduce their successful experience.

Only a very few lucky people can get out of the gray area, start operating industries, come into contact with the outermost part of Yinshi business district, and turn into a fat and big-eared businessman in the upper class, barely reaching the soles of the Liu family.

Liu Wudai thought of the tricks he saw when he was teaming up with Li Ang before, and couldn't help but think silently: "My thinking, kind-hearted, ruthless, and ruthless,

If he devoted himself to the business world, he would definitely be a good player.”

“Anyway,”

Li Ang put away the red wine and other debris on the table, slapped the white sail in his hand, and said seriously: "I'll go around the Shu Palace to prepare for it first."

Xing Hechou asked, "Aren't you with us?"

Li Ang shook his head, "No, my Siemens Taoist vest has been too popular recently, and getting together can cause trouble.

Anyway, if there is a remote contact between the Bingfeng, you can pass any information through it."

As if responding to Li Ang's call, the soldier bee lying on the table stopped wiping the sauce of the forefoot and shook her wings "buzzing".

Although the soldiers are unable to understand the words humans say, they can vibrate their wings and transmit sound messages to brainworms flying high in the sky at specific frequency.

Let the brainworms pass the information remotely to Li Ang by praying to the gods.

Li Ang left the restaurant, leaning on the white sail of a common man, sank into the crowd and disappeared on the street corner.

He separated from his teammates in order to reduce the risk of identity exposure and attract indigenous monks to spy on it.

Also, some of his preparations are a bit shameful

On the south side of Luzhou City, there is a certain inn.

This is a temporarily remodeled room with all the furniture in the room being emptied and spotless wooden floors remain.

The doors and windows of the room were nailed with wooden boards, leaving no gaps, and no light could shine in. It was pitch black and dark, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

Seven thin monks with dark skin sat on the ground, forming a circle, in the center of the circle,

A huge iron cage of two people high, covered with several layers of thick black curtains was quietly placed.

"If these four things are not lost, the mind is not related to color, fragrance, taste and touch. How can all demonic things happen? If there are past habits, they cannot be eliminated."

Seven Annan monks closed their eyes and kept reciting scriptures.

The Buddha's voice echoes in the enclosed room,

The originally stagnant air,

It seems that under the influence of chanting scriptures, they emit a misty fragrance.

However, in the solemn Buddha sound, there is always an extremely slight rustling sound.

The sound was like clothes rubbing against the skin, like fingertips slashing across the wooden table,

Like a rat crawling along the corner of the wall,

Like a thousand-legged centipede flying across the mossy stone surface,

Like mosquitoes, mosses, flies and insects vibrate their wings.

Small, omnipresent,

It seems to be going down the monk's ear holes and drilling into the brain, corroding flesh and blood, and eroding reason.

The rustling sound became louder and louder, even in the Buddha's voice, it was extremely clear

The oldest monk who was facing the door was always indifferent, neither sad nor happy.

He could hear the sound of his feet trampling on the ground while patrolling in armor downstairs.

You can feel the donkeys and horses eating feed in the horse shed.

It can even be sensed that a Xichang Tiqi, who was hiding in the woods behind the station, reached out and patted a mosquito that fell on his face, and wiped the mosquito body on the dry bark beside him.

Naturally, he also noticed that the young monk located opposite him was already overwhelmed

The young monk was still insisting on chanting the scriptures, but his voice trembled slightly and his eyelids trembled.

The slightly opened eyes were covered with bloodshot like spider webs.

""

The old monk sighed in his heart and silently increased the sound of chanting scriptures.

He did not open his eyes, but just gently buckled the ground with his knuckles.

The young monk opened his eyes, looked at him with gratitude and guilt, stood up and gave a bow slowly,

Turning around, staggering to the corner of the room, pushing open the secret door, and leaving the room.

After a long time, the magic sound suddenly stopped.

In the iron cage covered with a thick curtain, a hoarse and low voice sounded like a scraping iron piece, "Luzhou, is it coming soon?"

The old monk's eyes drooped, his wrinkled face twisted in a ball, and he couldn't tell whether it was sad or joy. "There are two days left."

Magic Yin was silent for a moment, "Are you two days?"
Chapter completed!