People are devouring the stars: me! Fishing makes you stronger

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, saying very enthusiastically:

"It's you! Have you arrived at Kyoto Base City?"

Jiang Lan glanced around and said hoarsely, "Well, I'm at the entrance of the Kyoto Hotel."

Near him, a thirty-forty-story building stood impressively.

On the plaque at the door of the building, there are four characters "Kyoto Hotel" written on it.

Thinking about it, this should be regarded as a landmark building in Kyoto Base City, and the person on the other end of the phone must know it.

Sure enough, a delighted voice came out from the other end of the phone, "Mr. Wang, please wait for me for a while. I will send someone to pick you up personally."

"Don't be anxious yet." Jiang Lan said into the microphone: "Let me ask you again, is the goods worth 50 billion Chinese coins okay?"

"Don't worry, no one in Kyoto Base City can eat so many goods in one go except me."

Jiang Lan agreed, "Okay, I'll wait for you at the door of the hotel."

"Okay, we'll be there soon!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Lan looked at the busy street, slightly lost in thought.

This person was someone he had contacted on the Extreme House Forum before. He was said to be a relatively reliable black market businessman in the base city of Kyoto, and he had a pretty good reputation.

Otherwise, Jiang Lan wouldn't look for him.

As for saying that things are too valuable and attract covetousness, he is not particularly worried about this.

Just kidding, you dare to fight against the high-level war god. Do you really think that the high-level god of war is a cabbage in the field?

Let’s not talk about whether he has the courage. Even if he has the courage, I am afraid he does not have the strength to match it.

After all, he is just a businessman. Taking action in a place like Kyoto Base City, not to mention ruining his reputation, is no different from seeking death.

Jiang Lan didn't have to wait too long, but in less than five minutes, a black business car stopped in front of Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan was wearing a pure black combat uniform and was holding three backpacks as tall as one person. It was really easy to distinguish.

After the commercial vehicle stopped, a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties stepped out.

The man has short hair and is wearing a decent suit. Although his eyes are well concealed, there is still a sense of philistinism from time to time. At first glance, he looks like a veteran who has been working in shopping malls for many years.

"You must be Mr. Wang, get in the car quickly!"

The middle-aged man faced Jiang Lan and said with a smile on his face.

Jiang Lan glanced at the man and followed him into the car.

After closing the door for Jiang Lan, the man got into the car from the other side and sat down.

"Mr. Wang is truly a talented person."

The man approached and said.

Jiang Lan: "..."

He pointed to his almost black helmet, "Can you see this?"

Middle-aged man: "..."

As if he noticed Jiang Lan's cold attitude, the middle-aged man simply stopped talking to him.

Five minutes later, the car stopped in front of a majestic office building.

Jiang Lan got off the car behind the middle-aged man and took the elevator to the 32nd floor.

When the elevator door opened, Jiang Lan saw a huge U-shaped sofa, with a large floor-to-ceiling window in front of it, covering almost the entire wall.

The interior decoration of the office is extremely luxurious, even better than the HR Alliance Building in Jiangnan Base City.

To be able to work in a place like this, this middle-aged man must be no ordinary person.

The man welcomed Jiang Lan into the house, stretched out his hand and said:

"Hello Mr. Wang, let me introduce myself again. My name is Zhang Ming. The office location is relatively simple. I hope Mr. Wang doesn't mind."

"fine."

Jiang Lan waved his hand and thought to himself:

I am really short-sighted. This is still simple, so how luxurious is it?

Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Lan placed the three tactical backpacks on the ground and unzipped them one by one.

"Everything is here. After inspecting the goods, just transfer the money directly to the account I told you before."

Zhang Ming's eyes were already attracted by the opened backpack, and he said hurriedly:

"Mr. Wang, don't worry!"

After speaking, he took one of the backpacks filled with high-level beast general materials and took out the contents one by one.

"Higher beasts use the horn of a one-horned boar, good stuff!"

With that said, he walked to the safe in the corner, entered the password, and took out a precious box from it.

After opening the box, there were several electronic devices shaped like spiders.

Place the device on the wild boar's horn, and rows of data suddenly appear on it.

After watching for a while, Zhang Ming said.

"The quality is good. If I sell it to the underground alliance, the market price will be about 150 million, but I also have to make money, so I can give Mr. Wang a price of 143 million, okay?"

Jiang Lan nodded.

He can never expect others to help him work for free, he must make some money for them.

Moreover, the inscription is quite kind and the price quoted is quite appropriate.

As pieces of monster materials were taken out, Zhang Ming was also secretly frightened.

Did this man fall into the trap of a pig? Why did he kill so many high-level pig beast generals?

The backpack had reached its bottom, and Zhang Ming was stunned to find no material belonging to a medium-level beast general.

Later, Zhang Ming no longer quoted one by one, but called a beautiful woman wearing an OL uniform, who looked like a secretary or something.

Every time he handed the woman a material, she would write and draw on a tablet-like device for a while.

Soon, the materials in the first backpack were cleared away. Zhang Ming was also shocked, looked up at Jiang Lan and said:

"The materials in this backpack are worth a total of 16 billion to you. Do you think that's okay?"

Jiang Lan nodded. There were about sixty or seventy high-level beast generals in the backpack, and none of them were particularly valuable pig monsters.

If calculated, the average number is more than 200 million per head, which is quite reasonable.

Jiang Lan said, throwing the second backpack to Zhang Ming.

When he took out the first thing from inside, Zhang Ming's expression suddenly changed.

"This...is this the trident on the pig's head?"

The Fire Scale Trident Pig is the top of the pig monsters. It has rough skin and thick flesh, and is more terrifying to move than a heavy tank.

And the material in front of me is obviously of Lord level.

In other words, the Mr. Wang in front of him is at least a mid-level God of War!

Thinking of this, Zhang Ming held his breath slightly, and his awe for Jiang Lan deepened.

Qi Chu Jiang Lan just told him that there was a big deal, which would exceed 50 billion.

When he opened his first backpack, Zhang Ming was still a little confused.

Although the materials on the high-level beast generals are valuable, the three big packages are only about 40 billion, which is still far from 50 billion.

But when he saw the fire-scaled three-halberd pig, Zhang Ming knew that he was wrong.

It seems that there is something terrible in the remaining two backpacks!

After testing the spider-shaped instrument, Zhang Ming looked up at Jiang Lan and said:

"The purchase price I can give you for this trident is 20 billion Chinese coins."