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The alloy combat boots and tactical trousers were only S-level, so Zhang Ming calculated a total of 10 billion.

"This...is this a dragon egg?"

When all the contents in the backpack were emptied, leaving only a dark blue giant egg nearly one meter high, Zhang Ming held it in his hands, then carefully put it on the desk and asked.

"Yes, it belongs to the armored dragon."

Zhang Ming's eyes flickered, as if he had realized something.

A creature like the armored dragon can only lay one egg each time, and with the combat uniform just now...

Zhang Ming raised his head and glanced at Jiang Lan with some fear.

This person...couldn't he have killed his teammates and kept the loot to himself?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he might have guessed it right. Who among the ordinary high-level gods of war would sell things on the black market?

Not to mention the small amount of money given, it is also far more dangerous than trading in underground alliances or martial arts schools.

Looking at Zhang Ming's eyes, Jiang Lan seemed to realize something, and said with a smile:

"Don't think too much, that combat uniform was found in the armored dragon's lair."

Although he didn't need to explain so much to a black market businessman, Zhang Ming was definitely not an ordinary person if he could take out so much money in one go. There might be someone above him.

If Zhang Ming is not strict about revealing today's events to anyone after the transaction is completed, I am afraid it will cause some unnecessary trouble.

So in order to avoid possible trouble, Jiang Lan decided to explain a little bit.

Hearing Jiang Lan's words, Zhang Ming was obviously relieved.

Without further words, he picked up the instrument and attached it to the armored dragon's egg.

After all, it is a large transaction, so it is impossible not to check it.

After confirming that the dragon egg in front of him belonged to the armored dragon, Zhang Ming thought for a while, put the instrument back into the metal box and said:

"For this dragon egg, I can give you 55 billion Chinese coins."

"Okay." Jiang Lan agreed, folding the three empty tactical backpacks and putting them together, "How much did those things cost in total? Calculate the general ledger, and then transfer the money to an anonymous account in a Swiss bank. That’s it.”

"Okay." Zhang Ming took the female secretary's tablet and looked at the data recorded on it and said:

"The materials of the higher beasts totaled 160 billion, the materials on the fire-scaled trident pig and the armored dragon totaled 230 billion, the SS-level combat uniforms and swords totaled 266 billion, and the S-level alloy combat boots and trousers added up to 10 billion. Finally, there are 55 billion dragon eggs.

"A total of... 721 billion Chinese coins!"

Jiang Lan is quite satisfied with this number.

He originally estimated that if these things were added together, it would be good to have 600 billion.

But unexpectedly, Zhang Ming was quite generous and even offered him a price of 721 billion.

"Okay, just transfer the money to my bearer account."

After speaking, Jiang Lan picked up the phone and sent a set of numbers to Zhang Ming, which was the number of his anonymous account.

"I'll make arrangements right away."

After a while of operations, Jiang Lan's newly purchased mobile phone popped up a reminder that the payment had arrived.

Looking at the long string of zeros, Jiang Lan counted them several times before he could count them clearly.

More than 70 billion Chinese coins arrived in his account, and he felt unexpectedly calm.

At this point, money is really just a string of numbers to him.

The quality of life has reached its peak, and no matter how much money you have, it will only mean so much.

That is, only when buying things at Extreme House, there will be large expenses in the amount of hundreds of millions.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." After confirming the payment amount, Jiang Lan reached out to Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming smiled and stretched out his hand, shook it with Jiang Lan and replied, "It's a pleasure working together. I'll think of my brother again if I have this kind of business in the future."

Jiang Lan's face was completely obscured by the helmet. Zhang Ming couldn't tell his age based on his physical features alone and could only guess based on his voice.

But Jiang Lan's voice was disguised, and Zhang Ming had already determined that the man in front of him was definitely a senior high-level God of War, and might even be a being beyond the level of a God of War.

So he subconsciously thought that Jiang Lan was older than him.

As for being younger than him?

What a joke, he is only thirty years old this year, he doesn’t believe that there are senior high-level war gods under thirty years old in this world!

"Okay." Jiang Lan nodded, then stood up from the sofa and prepared to leave.

Seeing Jiang Lan stand up, Zhang Ming quickly stood up and led the way.

Zhang Ming was relieved until he delivered the office building to Jiang Lan.

Although he has done quite a lot of business over the years, this is the first time he has seen a true god of this level selling things.

After standing there and thinking for a while, Zhang Ming took the elevator back to the office, took out his phone and dialed a number.

After a while, the call was connected, and a white-haired man wearing a suit and a gentle face sat on the boss's chair.

"Boss, do you still remember the big deal I told you before?"

The man on the other end of the phone said gently:

"I know. I see you just transferred more than 70 billion. Is the transaction completed?" The man continued: "You can make a lot of money this time, right? 10 billion?"

"It would be good to earn two billion." Zhang Ming smiled bitterly.

"Huh?" The man was a little surprised, "I spent 70 billion, but only made 2 billion. This is not like your style of doing things."

"The one who came today is a true dragon...his strength is at least a senior high-level God of War, and may even be an existence beyond the level of a God of War."

"That kind of person wouldn't choose to trade with us, it should be the client."

"No." Zhang Ming shook his head solemnly, "I am certain that that person is a high-level God of War."

"Has that person revealed his true identity to you?"

"No, but I have his contact information."

"Okay, okay." The white-haired man said three good words in a row, and then continued: "You must have a good relationship with him. With this kind of strength, as long as you can ensure that he gains something in the future, he will think of us immediately. , no matter what the price is!"

Every time the High God of War goes to the wilderness area, the rewards are unimaginable by ordinary people.

If Jiang Lan goes to the wilderness area four times a year, the white-haired man will earn nearly 10 billion more in income every year just by eating the price difference.

If the price is lowered more harshly, it is not impossible to earn 40 to 50 billion from Jiang Lan every year.

In the face of huge interests, the white-haired man could not help but be tempted.

Zhang Ming smiled bitterly and said, "That person doesn't look like an easy character to get along with. His identity was not revealed throughout the whole process. I also tried a few times, but he always put him off."

The white-haired man thought for a moment.

"Take your time. Watch out. Next time, if he comes to you to sell something, reduce the profits a little more. As long as you can keep trading, it doesn't matter if the business doesn't make money next time!"

"Okay, I know!"