The boss of fast time travel, she is a bug

Chapter 107 59. Dawn of the End Times (59)

The entire mission hall was instantly quiet. Everyone was watching the unreal scene in front of them. All the voices were clearly transmitted to everyone's ears without falling behind.

Including the sentence that the window staff mocked Xia Wen and the two in the office.

Ni Fan and the window staff looked at Xia Wen with gloomy faces, as if they had seen a ghost, with only one thought in their minds, it was over.

Why would they provoke such a terrible person.

No, she is not human!

She is a ghost!
No one can do such fantastic things!
Chen Lin couldn't calm down for a long time. He looked at Xia Wen, thought for a long time, and then with a stiff smile, said solemnly: "Miss Xia, Miss Yi, I will take them away first, and I will definitely give them to you." You have an account."

Xia Wen nodded, turned off the screen, and took Yizhi out of the mission hall. Little did he know that rumors about her began to spread from this day on.

The base did not control this message. For them, in these last days, having such strange people gives others a sense of security.

As a result, Xia Wen's name has become more and more famous, and it has become a little deified.

However, these are all things to say later, now that the two of them walked out of the mission hall, Yi Zhi felt a little sorry, "Xia Wen, it's all my fault, otherwise, you wouldn't have lost contact with your uncle and aunt."

Xia Wen smiled and touched her hair, "It has nothing to do with you. My parents disappeared that night. Even without you, I couldn't find them if I went to look for them the next day!"

"But……"

Yi Zhi wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Xia Wen, "Let's go, let's go to the trading market and have a look, let's do a good deed every day."

Yizhi immediately let go of all her thoughts and became happy, and the two quickly walked to the trading market.

Everything is sold here, including bowls, jewelry, cosmetics, and even chopsticks.

But they are all street stalls, giving it a night market feel.

As soon as she came in, Yi Zhi started to sweep from the first one. No matter how much those things are worth now, as long as the stall owner asks, Yi Zhi will definitely add another half to their base.

For a moment, all the people in the market were excited. After the end of the world, I have never seen such a prodigal son, no, a generous person!
Everyone enthusiastically recommended their products to Yizhi, and the order was a bit chaotic.

The guard next to him immediately rushed over and gave an order. Whoever caused trouble would have their right to sell things here revoked. Only then did they quiet down.

But everyone's eyes were fixed on Yi Zhi, waiting for her to come over and give money.

Yi Zhi took the trouble to deliver supplies one by one, and Xia Wen started to wander boredly.

She walked up to an old man and bought books of all kinds.

The old man wore glasses and looked very knowledgeable.

"Old man, how do you sell this book?"

The old man raised his eyes, looked at Xia Wen, and then said, "One book costs ten pounds of rice."

Even though Xia Wen was mentally prepared, he never thought that the old man would open his mouth so loudly.

When it was over, they also said, "No bargaining."

After finishing speaking, he flipped through the book in his hand and cherished it very much.

Xia Wen took a serious look at the books on the stall. Some of them actually exuded golden light, and even tried to express intimacy with her.

Xia Wen thought for a moment, picked out more than a dozen books that radiated light, and asked, "How many supplies are needed?"

The old man was a little surprised. He didn't expect Xia Wen to really want it. He took the books in Xia Wen's hands and was even more surprised, because these books, without exception, were all ancient books in his collection. Before the end of the world, he cherished them very much. s things.

The old man suddenly regretted it, and immediately raised the price, "Two hundred catties of rice."

After finishing speaking, he still looked at Xia Wen eagerly, with a very complicated state of mind, just waiting for Xia Wen to repent.

Xia Wen was not angry either. He waved his hand and two hundred kilograms of rice appeared on the ground. He stretched out his hand towards the old man and said, "Give me the book."

The old man held the book tightly and was very reluctant to part with it. After thinking for a long time, he could only grit his teeth and handed the book to Xia Wen.

Xia Wen looked at the book-loving old man, smiled, and kindly reminded him, "Old man, you'd better find someone to help you take him home."

"I know, you go now."

The old man waved impatiently and chased Xia Wen away.

He wasn't sure if Xia Wen stayed longer, would he regret it.

Xia Wen put the book back in the space, and started to stroll again, ignoring the glowing eyes of those people, and stood in front of a vase selling stall again.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man. When he saw Xia Wen, a smile instantly appeared on his face. Ignoring the envious eyes of those people, he enthusiastically introduced these vases.

What Tang Sancai and Song Dynasty official glazes have all come out.

Xia Wen impatiently listened to what he said, pointing to a few glowing bottles, and asked, "How do you sell these?"

The stall owner saw the bottles that Xia Wen was referring to, all of which he bought at a high price at that time, and it was said that they were probably genuine.

Before he had time to find someone to verify it, the end of the world came. He really didn't have a specific amount of how much these bottles were worth.

The stall owner gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, "Each bottle is one hundred catties of rice."

Xia Wen raised his head and looked at the stall owner.

The stall owner who saw it was a little scared, and wanted to back off, but also worried that his asking price was too high, what if he scared people away.

The stall owner was impatient and wanted to lower the price, but Xia Wen said, "Eleven vases, up to a thousand catties of rice."

The stall owner looked at Xia Wen in shock, so, he thought that the other party was going to fight, but he thought?
It seems that the price was bargained, but in fact, each vase only lost ten catties of rice.

Not to mention, these vases only take up space in the last days, without any practical function.

There is nothing now that is worth more than supplies.

So, the other party is helping him?
The stall owner immediately agreed, and quickly picked out the eleven bottles for Xia Wen.

Xia Wen waved his hand again, and twenty bags of fifty catties of rice appeared in front of the middle-aged stall owner.

Before the stall owner had time to thank him, Xia Wen put the vase into the space and left.

It's just that the envious eyes on the side became more and more intense, and the stall owner hurriedly moved all the rice behind him and covered it with a cloth.

Xia Wen looked at the booths one by one, ignoring their yelling, and stopped in front of a jewelry booth.

This is a woman, about 30 years old, with a good face, but she is a little malnourished and looks a little out of shape.

When she saw Xia Wen, the woman's eyes were filled with joy, and she stood up quickly. Maybe she had never sold anything, or maybe she hadn't sold a piece of jewelry since she had set up a street stall for so long, and she seemed extremely at a loss.

Xia Wen squatted down and looked at the jewelry carefully. To her surprise, almost all the jewelry was glowing.

It's just that some are more and some are less.

A jade bracelet attracted Xia Wen's attention. She reached out to take it, but was quickly taken away by the other hand.

　Thank you Jun Tayi for the two recommendation tickets (.)
　　


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