Becoming a voidwalker begins with Hokage

Chapter 166 Chapter 165, the unaffordable price

"Good guess."

Listening to what Nian Zhong dissected out bit by bit, Qiu Jiuxiao nodded with a faint smile.

"Huh? Did I guess right?!"

Nianzhong Wenyan's eyes lit up, and he rarely showed a bit of excitement and said: "Haha, I don't think anyone dares to say that I am the stupidest one under your hands..."

"Ah."

However, before he had time to be happy, Nianzhong saw Qiu Jiuxiao smiled, turned around and said, "My senior brother probably thinks the same as you, so that's why he values ​​that little guy so much."

"Huh?" Nian Zhong was slightly taken aback.

"However, the concept of relics mostly refers to the things left by the deceased. Do you think a father who is thinking about his child every day and loves him so much...would compare his child to a relic?"

"What's more... If it really refers to Wu Xueyang, there's no need for him to make allusions to me. Wouldn't it be better to tell me clearly to protect his child?"

"Uh, so you think..."

"He must have another relic that I don't know about, and it's on Wu Xueyang's body." Qiu Jiuxiao looked around the night scene of the city full of lights and neon lights, and finally stopped in the direction of Wu Xueyang's residence.

"However, there is one thing you guessed right, that is, Wu Xueyang is indeed protecting himself."

"It's just that the pressure probably doesn't come from the outside world, but maybe the relic itself."

"The relic itself..." Nanzhong tried hard to keep up with his teacher's thinking rhythm, and thought for a while.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, and couldn't help but look at the crutch under Qiu Jiuxiao's right hand: "Could it be...you mean?!"

Sealed item.

Because only sealed items can pose danger and threat to the holder itself, and the level of such sealed items is often never low.

Sealed Artifacts that can endanger the owner's life at the cost of the effect will definitely have a wide range of effects, and basically they are definitely above A-level.

"It may also be a secret treasure. After all, apart from sealed items and secret treasures, I really can't think of anything else worthy of his attention."

Qiu Jiuxiao looked away.

"Okay, let's stop this topic, and tomorrow's action is arranged?"

"Don't worry..." Nan Zhong took a light breath, confirmed it again, and said hesitantly, "It's just teacher, I still have a question."

"Since that relic is so dangerous, should we..."

Ok?
Hearing this, Qiu Jiuxiao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly squinted at Nanzhong funnyly: "Are you going to grab something that a father left for his child?"

"However, if it is really a sealed item above A-level, it would be too dangerous—"

There was a bit of helplessness in the middle, like the father left a pistol for the child, and forcibly confiscating it is the best way for the child, right?
"It's quite dangerous." Qiu Jiuxiao nodded seriously.

"So... I'm here, haven't I?"

In fact, no matter whether it was for Qiu Jiuxiao or Chu Yuan, what they cared about was not whether Wu Xueyang's father left him a pistol.

Rather, it is precisely because this pistol is so powerful and dangerous that it needs to be ensured that it will never fall into the wrong hands.

Chu Yuan believed that the relic was Wu Xueyang, so he wanted to protect Wu Xueyang, and through Sun Xingye, guide Wu Xueyang on the "correct" path. After all, in his eyes, Qiu Jiuxiao's unscrupulous methods are useless The guy at the bottom line is himself a crooked path.

And what about Qiu Jiuxiao?His thoughts on Wu Xueyang were even simpler, pistols were dangerous... because the users were not proficient enough.

Since his father had left him a pistol, he was responsible for... teaching him how to use a pistol and telling him who to point it at.

……

boom!
Accompanied by a crisp gunshot, a silver bullet was shot out from the barrel of the gun, and sank into the target with a snap.

"240 meters, hit the bullseye!"

The mechanized electronic synthesis sounded, and Wu Xueyang let out a soft breath, put down the pistol, turned around and walked towards the sofa behind him.

"One shot at a time, sharpshooter, it seems that I made a wise choice before."

On the sofa, the crippled general swayed his wine glass with his legs crossed and said with a chuckle, "Do you want to consider being my postman? It's impossible for you to come here this time just to ask me for a few bullets, right?"

"...Postman, I remember what you said? Qingshi is not your territory. If you are your postman, no one will know where you died that day."

Wu Xueyang said lightly.

"Hmm." Hearing this, the crippled gentleman curled his lips: "That's true, but it's also because of this that there is more room for development as my postman, isn't it?"

He took a sip of his wine and said with a light smile, "What's more, your coming to me means that you have needs, but I don't think you have enough chips."

"My news is expensive."

"That's not as valuable as my life." Wu Xueyang chuckled, sat on the sofa and said, "Why do you want to recruit me all of a sudden, just because of the few shots I took? Then your standard is too worthless Alright."

"The distance of more than 200 meters is easy for any traveler."

"That's not necessarily true." Hearing this, the crippled general chuckled and looked around jokingly: "A player who has played basketball for a lifetime can't have exactly the same trajectory every time he shoots."

"Physical fitness and dynamic vision can easily meet the standards, but it is really rare to achieve your level of control."

"But you have a pair of good hands, this is enough."

The factors that affect the accuracy of most people's close-range shooting are not eyesight, nor are they calculations such as wind speed, air pressure, resistance, etc., but the control over the body.

For a person who cannot hold his hands steady, even a slight breath may cause his hands to vibrate imperceptibly to the naked eye.

This fully illustrates a problem, that is, killing people also requires talent.

He shifted his gaze to the pistol in Wu Xueyang's hand, and suddenly let out a low laugh: "Do you know why I decided to invest in you the first time I saw you?"

"Because you have an aura about you."

"The temperament of killing people."

"..."

Wu Xueyang raised his eyebrows, looked lightly at the scenery outside the single-sided glass around him, and suddenly said: "Okay, let's get down to business, I need a lot of technical information, preferably at the national level, can you help me with this?" Do it for me?"

This is equivalent to acknowledging the other party's judgment.

With this identity who intends to hang out with the black market and underground forces for a long time, he indeed intends to become an influential bounty walker to completely separate himself from his true identity.

"National-level scientific and technological information?" Hearing this, the crippled general was slightly taken aback, narrowing his eyes and asking, "The latest?"

"No, it must have been eliminated. After about 80s, materials from all walks of life in the era of the electric power industry are fine." Wu Xueyang shook his head and said, "I dare not touch the newest."

Just kidding, to get the latest state-level top-secret information, isn't that obviously an enemy of the country and stealing confidential information? !
The vulture had just died not long ago, even if Wu Xueyang dared to ask for it, no one would dare to do it.

"All..." The crippled general laughed lightly, as if he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not difficult at all. When a certain red steel giant collapsed suddenly, those materials were almost packaged and sold, but they were only for civilian use... "

"What I want is civilian use." Hearing this, Wu Xueyang raised his head and said, "Forget military use, I can't afford it."

"what?"

Hearing this, the crippled general was taken aback for a moment, and a trace of astonishment flashed across his face.

He couldn't understand it.

After all, Wu Xueyang can actually understand that he wanted the technical information of the 80s. After all, although the technology trees of big countries are extremely lush, there are nearly 200 countries in the world, how many of them can be called developed countries? which one?

What's more, there are too many people who like to buy some old technologies...such as the arms technology of the 80s, and then go to a poor lump to secretly open a factory. There are too many people who do some arms business. It's normal.

But... I have never heard of any people who would buy civilian technology in their spare time.

You have to know that civilian technology does not need to be bought at all, because developed countries will naturally migrate, sell, and even disclose outdated production capacity and obsolete technologies.

Moreover, the cracking cost of civilian products is relatively simple. If an item developed by a company is not protected by the world's patent law, it can be broken down by upstream technology in minutes and copied.

Of course, this is limited to outdated technologies that have been eliminated or are on the verge of being eliminated.

Eliminated technologies are often eliminated by the market——

For example, after the radio is the mobile phone, so let’s not talk about the mobile phone’s manufacturing technology, you can get it for free just by looking for it, even if it is manufactured... what’s the use?
You can't sell it either!Sell ​​to poor countries?

Civilian products are not munitions. Because of restrictions, munitions need to be smuggled, so outdated weapons will still be in demand and profitable.

But civilian products... Don't say you sold them yourself, just look at how companies in those big countries have dumped their eliminated production capacity!

The small countries around Southeast Asia are almost all using the mobile phone models you eliminated, okay? !
"Ahem." In surprise, the crippled general coughed slightly, and couldn't help but ask, "May I ask what you plan to do with these technical materials?"

It can't be to help the African natives, right?

"Huh? Of course not, but isn't it your rule to ask too much? Just ask if you can give it."

"Uh... If you can give it, you can give it."

Hearing this, the crippled general sighed softly: "The difficulty is not too great, no, to be precise, it is not difficult."

"I'm not cheating on you. I think you are also very clear that these technologies are not very valuable in themselves. If I really want to do this kind of business, all I can earn is the hard money collected and aggregated from these technologies."

"It's not interesting. You can find someone to help you. It's not necessary to come to me, right?"

"It's too slow to find someone to collect. You should have ready-made ones over there." Wu Xueyang said with a smile: "And what I ask for is national-level, absolutely accurate, and easy to understand—like Same as the manual."

"Hiss, you really plan to help Africa."

The crippled general squinted his eyes, watching Wu Xueyang with various speculations flashing through his mind—"Okay, I can try my best to find it for you, and the price is 200 million."

"What?"

Wu Xueyang almost didn't jump up all of a sudden, glared fiercely at the other party and said, "So expensive?!"

Unexpectedly, the other party slumped back lazily, and added a sentence by the way: "As usual, beautiful knife."

"Damn it..." Wu Xueyang twitched the corner of his mouth, and almost pointed the pistol in his hand at the other party.

"What you want is everything. If I understand correctly, you need as much as you have. And it's at the national level... The technology itself is not expensive, but it takes a lot of effort."

"200 million dollars is really a discounted price, trust me, you won't lose money."

"...Wait a minute, can I ask how big is the $200 million information you're talking about...?"

"Who knows." Hearing this, the other party smiled lightly and said, "It's not big, maybe tens of thousands of tons. The main reason is that I have really lost most of the useless information. After all, I believe that even if it is You don't want to know how to grow potatoes with such a strange request, do you?"

"Tens of thousands of tons... Are you planning to send me a server array?"

"It's not impossible if you want it, but the server with confidentiality level is another price, and you have to pay more."

"You bastard..." Wu Xueyang covered his forehead with a headache: "Then I'll change my requirements. First, I want some information on specific industries, such as dry batteries and medical treatment..."

"I don't do business that is too small."

Before Wu Xueyang could finish speaking, the other party interrupted him lightly.

Wu Xueyang raised his head, and saw that the other party was looking at him very seriously, but there was no doubt under the gentleman's smile: "I am indeed very optimistic about you, and I am willing to invest in you, but this does not mean that I am your nanny ,young people."

"If you just come to me for such a small matter, then you may not see me next time, understand?"

"..."

Wu Xueyang frowned, and the other party quietly stared into Wu Xueyang's eyes. After a long time, he suddenly smiled, picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "This is the last time, and then it's my turn to ask, 200 million, is it a deal?"

"..."

Quack quack ~ 200 million, hahaha little Wuwu, where are you going to get this money from?
In his mind, came Buffy's gloating voice.

Wu Xueyang was a little silent. He really didn't expect the other party to say this kind of figure, 200 million US dollars, equivalent to more than 1000 million RMB.

Most importantly, in the eyes of the other party, this is still a small business that does not make much money.

Suddenly, Wu Xueyang understood... Even though he had overestimated this part of the world he had never set foot in before, no matter if he was a walker or a rich person, he still underestimated it.

"Understood." After a long time, Wu Xueyang sighed and said, "In short, you need me to do things for you, right?"

In fact, Wu Xueyang also understands that regardless of whether it is tens of thousands of tons or a few tons, this kind of technology that has long been eliminated is something of extremely unstable value.

It may be valuable in front of those who need it, but in most cases, it is a pile of waste paper.

How much money you want depends entirely on the other party's mouth and mind.

200 million, US dollars, this is a price that both of them know... Wu Xueyang can't afford it.

(End of this chapter)