Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 274 Star Captain is a Merchant ([-])
Chapter 300
The man's hair turned from silver back to white, as did the nine stars on his forehead.

An Mo already knew that a man's hair color changes according to the time of day. It is black at night and white during the day. As for the darkening sky in the evening and the light in the early morning, it is a transitional color: gray and silver.

After entering the door, she greeted with the etiquette of the Blue Card Starfield, and then praised: "Your hair is amazing."

The man looked away from the book, looked at An Mo and smiled, "Maybe you can use it to judge the time."

An Mo raised her eyebrows noncommittally, she would not believe it.

Any magical changes in this kind of person must be related to strength.

"I didn't expect you to learn our language so quickly, only five books." Seeing that An Mo stopped talking, the man motioned her to sit down, and explained his intentions straight to the point, "I hope you can draw some more paper like this and send it to me." Me, my little nephew loves it."

After finishing speaking, the man added: "Those books and the paper you drew are his birthday presents."

This was the first time that the other party talked so much to her at one time, An Mo didn't answer directly, but continued the topic as if chatting: "It seems that you love your little nephew very much."

Hearing the words, the man was not in a hurry to ask An Mo if he would like to draw a few more pieces of paper for him, and he didn't take the conversation to talk about his little nephew. He just smiled modestly and politely, and sat quietly with An Mo's eyes.

At this time, Anmo confirmed his status: higher than commodities without breaking away from the division of commodities.

So the man tacitly allowed her to learn the language of their star domain in various ways, but he would not talk to her much. Even if it wasn't for his beloved little nephew, she believed that the man would not take the initiative to ask her to meet him.

There is no way to know the name of the other party due to the disparity in status. It is not An Mo's style to sit and wait for death, so she is going to take a long time to catch big fish.Such an excellent man, even if he is not the target of the strategy, as a good friend, it is good to help him at a critical moment.

"It's my honor that he likes those paintings, and I won't refuse if I can do it with a little effort." An Mo still maintained a somewhat lazy posture, but his upper body leaned forward slightly calmly, which is the usual psychological hint and the businessman's negotiation. Oppressive guidance is conducive to her taking the initiative.

The man smiled even more when he saw this, and there was a complicated look in his eyes. His already relaxed sitting posture completely collapsed on the sofa, and he even raised one leg presumptuously, nodding once and for all: "Thank you so much , I will transfer the reward to your chip."

An Mo understood that the other party had noticed her small movements, so she changed her usual modest and gentlemanly style and deliberately put on a provocative posture; she no longer concealed and straightened her back without restraint, and replied in a tone of equal status : "Since you are paid, you don't have to thank me, but..."

The man looked down at the small woman sitting on the huge sofa with great interest. He liked the way she spoke at the moment, and suddenly he became a little patient and waited for her to show off.

He wants to see what this foreigner who has been acting very clumsy is going to do.

An Mo could see from the man's attitude that his sudden transformation had had a positive effect, so he threw out his fishing rod with confidence, and prepared to seduce a bold and fat piranha: "... But I want to change the reward, I want Want a chip for the person who takes care of me."

The situation at this time is like the stage of throwing chips on the gambling table. Only by throwing large amounts with confidence can arouse the interest of the other party.

So An Mo paused, and immediately said: "I know a few sheets of drawing paper are not enough, but if you want, I can write a story in exchange, the content is similar to those few books, and you can also give it to your little one." Nephew as a birthday present."

This is the first talent that An Mo has shown, and it is also the first step to climb up from the bottom. She wants to let men know that she can not only be auctioned off as an ornamental item, but also can be a cornucopia of money. And rare ability ways to consolidate their position.

As I said before, books are a luxury in the Blue Card Starfield, because almost no one spends time and energy writing books, because this is a race that respects strength, and because... they don't have the talent to write books.

The giants of the Blue Card Starfield seem to have used all their talent points in combat, and their literary attainment is basically zero. However, children in their early childhood like to read storybooks, which leads to the fact that things are rare and expensive.

At this time, An Mo proposed that he could write stories, which means that after printing in batches, he can get a lot of money by selling them. At this price, he can exchange for an ordinary chip used by his subordinates, which is definitely a profitable business for men. .

"Maybe you're starting to like this place?" Although An Mo can indeed make a lot of money, it's still a drop in the bucket for a man. His focus has never been on money, but on the purpose of An Mo's choice of doing this. and meaning.

Hearing the questioning tone of the other party, An Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If everything is under the control of the man, then she will have no room to turn around when she is completely passive: "Actually, I should say 'everyone likes to follow the strong', but In fact, I want to say, I just don't want to be sold to strangers as a commodity by you."

The man suddenly felt that talking to An Mo was very effortless and effortless. He cast a slightly appreciative look and said with a smile: "It will be very hard to control your destiny in your own hands."

"Maybe." An Mo shrugged, "But I think I would like this kind of hard work better than being mastered by others."

The man laughed out loud and strode out of the lounge: "I hope you can continue to surprise me, my unexpected treasure."

Looking at the man's back, An Mo pouted, what did he call himself?Unexpected treasure?Do you really think she is a money-making item?

An Mo has never been so eager to prove that he is a powerful human being. Of course, the key point is: human beings.

The room suddenly became quiet, and she didn't leave immediately, but leisurely nestled on the sofa that was huge enough to be used as a bed, drinking tea with a cup that could be used as a bowl, with her two slender and straight legs hanging on the side and shaking back and forth.

"You like my lounge? Or this sofa? Or this cup of tea?"

The sudden sound made An Mo almost spit out a mouthful of tea. She hurriedly put down the cup and coughed violently. In her haste, she still took time to secretly condemn the culprit at the door with her eyes—the man who had gone and returned.

"Cough, cough, cough... why are you... cough, cough... you're back again... cough, cough..." An Mo asked intermittently.

The man flipped over with one hand, and a thick stack of white paper appeared in his hand out of thin air: "It seems that our deal has not been completed yet."

　Accept the chapter on my overdrawn life and staying up all night code.I really want to write more, and I can only get the manuscript fee if I write more, but many things in life are beyond my control, and the plan is always unable to keep up with the changes. It’s been too long, no one should give me any more rewards, I really can’t add it, the pressure is very high, you can give tickets if you want, and don’t force me if you don’t want to, after all, I’m so broken, I’m sorry.I know it’s tiring for you to chase like this, so why don’t you just put it on the bookshelf and wait for a few days to read [Finally compare your heart]

　　Thank you to book friends 160403114823576, Yan Yan Jing Yan, and Dream Die Shang. Thank you.

　　
　
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