Time and Space Trading Drift Bottle

Chapter 3 Su Yating

Can this drifting bottle be traded?

Fan Chengfeng looked carefully at the system prompt message, and a thought that was enough to make him short of breath suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Prime Minister Cao, do you still need food? The Battle of Guandu for more than a year has almost wiped out your foundation."

Fan Chengfeng's tone was full of temptation. In the last years of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the wars between the feudal lords caused the population to drop sharply, and there was a serious shortage of labor. Food was the real hard currency.

When Prime Minister Cao placed an order, no matter how much food he wanted, Fan Chengfeng wanted to make a lot of money.

The Yitian sword placed on the bedside is a clear proof, if you sell it to any collector, you can just open your mouth and give it in six or seven figures.

Even if Prime Minister Cao is so stingy that he only gives one copper coin, for the modern Fan Chengfeng, he can still make a steady profit.

"Thank you Daxian for your kindness. Whenever there is a need, I will definitely ask for it with a thick face."

Cao Cao believed in Fan Chengfeng's words that he had food in his hands, but he didn't dare to say that for the time being.

When he attacked Wuchao at night, Cao Cao thought it was worth the money for a Yitian sword to gain a clear understanding of the situation in the north.But when the war is settled and the liquidation comes, Cao Cao will inevitably feel a little heartbroken.

Although this Great Immortal is powerful, the price of begging him once is a bit high.

"Don't worry, I've always done business without deception, and the price is easy to negotiate, Prime Minister Cao."

Fan Chengfeng squinted his eyes, he must tie Cao Cao's long-term food coupon to his broken ship.

Cao Cao, who was about to lead his army back to Xudu, shuddered involuntarily when he heard someone's words. He seemed to see a bloody mouth opening towards him.

Cao Cao didn't reply to the message for a long time, Fan Chengfeng had no choice but to quit the drifting bottle, very solemnly put the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, stroked the Yitian sword carefully, pulled out the sword, and waved it around in the board room Twice, the arm actually felt a little sore.

Although the Yitian Sword is made of iron, the level of ironmaking at that time was far from the current level. Although the sword is slender, it actually weighs tens of catties.

For Fan Chengfeng, an otaku who has been addicted to the Internet since he entered a third-rate university, even ordering takeaway for every meal, a few kilograms is not easy for him.

He dragged out his suitcase from the bottom of the bed, gestured, it was just enough to fit in, covered it with clothes, and looked around to make sure no one was peeking at the window before putting the suitcase under the bed with relief.

Stomach has been urged countless times, Fan Chengfeng locked the door, ready to go to the small restaurant to eat.

The Phoenix community is not yet completed, and the employees are only a few security guards and a temporary office that is an empty shell, so the three meals for the employees are not included for the time being, but there are some subsidies.

"Fan Chengfeng,"

Just as Fan Chengfeng locked the door, a soft shout came from behind him.

Turning around, he saw a beautiful woman in a dark blue OL uniform standing behind him, with a slender figure, a good face, and a pair of vivid red phoenix eyes.

Good figure, pretty face, protruding lordosis and back curling, deep ravines can make people intoxicated, Fan Chengfeng can't help but imagine a little in his heart every time he passes her by.

This beautiful woman, Fan Chengfeng, did not dare to underestimate her, so she lowered her eyebrows and yelled, "Manager Su, what's the matter?"

Su Yating, the sales manager of Fenghuang Community, is also in charge of the salary payment of Fan Chengfeng and his group of security guards. She is like a temporary security chief who can decide whether these people will go or stay.

This woman is usually serious and proud like a white swan.

"Peng Xianfeng said that you were lazy to sleep at work, is that true?"

Su Yating asked loudly, and Fan Chengfeng cursed inwardly, "Your uncle."

Peng Xianfeng was his colleague from the day shift.This guy has a very problematic personality, and he has been at odds with Fan Chengfeng ever since he came in.Over the past two months, this guy has sued Su Yating at least a dozen times.

At first Fan Chengfeng thought that this guy was jealous and didn't care, but later, he gradually understood.

"Manager Su, do you believe Peng Xianfeng's words? That bastard is just looking for trouble. As for the reason, I think you should be clear in your heart."

Peng Xianfeng walked to Su Yating's side very diligently, and the reason for this was nothing more than ulterior motives.

Su Yating frowned slightly, and said: "Public is public, private is private, don't confuse them."

"But some people just want to confuse them, what can I do?"

Fan Chengfeng spread his arms and said in a rascally way.

Having been sued more than ten times in a row, Su Yating's impression of herself was already extremely deep. How could Fan Chengfeng foolishly admit to such nonsense now?
Su Yating snorted coldly and left angrily. In her eyes, Fan Chengfeng and Peng Xianfeng probably belonged to the kind of vulgar and reckless men who couldn't be regarded as scholars even if they wore glasses.

Looking at the graceful back, Fan Chengfeng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes showed a very determined look, one day, I will appear in front of you with another identity.At that time, you will definitely not look at me in such a tone that is almost contemptuous.

The Yitian sword under the bed and the mobile phone in her trouser pocket were the reasons why Fan Chengfeng dared to have such an idea.

After struggling at the bottom for a long time, there will always be a seed of ambition that does not know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth will take root in his heart.As long as there is a chance, it will quickly sprout and thrive.

After Su Yating left, Fan Chengfeng rushed to the small restaurant in a leisurely manner. He was in good spirits on happy occasions. He comforted his Wu Zang Temple first, and then went to Peng Xianfeng, a bird man, to settle the score.

With the Yitian Sword in hand, how many cuts can his small body withstand?

Fan Chengfeng was full of evil thoughts in his heart, of course, now is a civilized society, beating and killing people is not in line with him, who came out of a third-rate university.

The proprietress of the small shop is a woman in her 30s. When she saw Fan Chengfeng, she smiled and said, "Young man, are you alone?"

The restaurant usually provides fast food for construction workers, ten yuan per person, and the food is rich, but there is not much oil in the food.

When there is no salary, Fan Chengfeng doesn't care about so much, it is enough to fill his stomach.

But today he got a priceless Yitian sword, Fan Chengfeng said to the proprietress in a wealthy manner: "Today, I won't eat fast food, but stir-fry two meat dishes."

The proprietress smiled even more happily, and said that it will be fine soon after sitting down.

Fan Chengfeng took out his mobile phone and entered the drift bottle again, but the beloved Prime Minister Cao didn't send any news, and the plan to continue to make a fortune seemed to be in vain.

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