DNF: My warehouse can be copied infinitely

Just throw 10,000 speakers at once.

Even in later generations, few people would dare to do it.

Not to mention in this national blue and white outfit.

It’s an era when a piece of purple clothing is a rare treasure.

After seeing Chen Mo's unscrupulous operation.

Everyone in the live broadcast room couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The barrage started to refresh like crazy.

"What the hell? What the hell? Are you just throwing it away? This is more than 20,000 yuan, just throwing it away?"

"Awesome, I'm convinced. I'm really convinced. This is the first time I've seen someone show off their wealth in a DNF!"

"It's so crazy. How rich is this senior brother? Twenty thousand yuan is equivalent to more than a year's salary of mine, and he just throws it away like that?"

"Senior Brother, my PK level is at the sixth level and I have applied to join your guild. Please accept it quickly!"

……

Just like the audience in the live broadcast room.

At this time, the leader of the Soul Fighting Guild, please call me Brother Jie, was also shocked by Chen Mo's operation.

Originally, he was still thinking that even if the two sides were throwing horns at each other.

Probably a few, maybe a dozen.

A few dozen at most were thrown away.

His 50,000 trumpets could be thrown away for a long time.

But I never thought that Chen Mo would throw away ten thousand.

Throw ten thousand in a few seconds.

Wouldn't his 50,000 people not be able to last even half a minute?

"Madman, what a fucking madman, who is this Senior Brother? How could he be like this? I'm really stupid!"

Although some people were panicking inside.

But as the saying goes, a man cannot be brought down even if he is defeated by a hammer.

In front of so many people in the live broadcast room.

Please call me Brother Jie and you must not give in directly.

He then pretended to be calm and threw 10,000 loudspeakers.

"Haha, come on, let's continue!" Please call me Brother Jie, sneered.

In the face of please call me Brother Jie.

Chen Mo didn't bother to talk nonsense.

He immediately moved the speaker to Sosia's shop.

Enter 20000.

Click to sell.

next second.

Twenty thousand speakers were sold for zero gold coins.

Everyone: "..."

Twenty thousand speakers are equivalent to about fifty thousand yuan.

You can buy a one-bedroom, one-living house in some small places.

In other words, Chen Mo was equivalent to losing a house at random.

Such a arrogant way to show off wealth.

Everyone present felt their scalps go numb.

Barrage.

"How the hell am I unworthy of seeing such a scene? I'm still a child. I can't bear it mentally!"

"Me too, I feel like I'm having nightmares recently. Can I still spend money like this? Is it money or paper?"

"Elder brother, where are you from Shaanxi? Are you from Xi'an? If so, I can deliver it to your door now. I want to give birth to a monkey!"

"Elder brother, I am the Supreme Ten Players. Can you first agree to my joining the Qi Guild? Don't make me kneel down to beg you!"

……

Fighting Soul Guild.

Under the urging of the audience in the live broadcast room.

Please call me Brother Jie, who endured his bleeding heart and sold 20,000 speakers.

What he didn't expect was.

He just sold 20,000 speakers.

Chen Mo sold another 20,000 speakers.

Please call me Brother Jie: "..."

You know, please call me Brother Jie. We have prepared a total of 50,000 speakers.

It hasn't even been a fucking minute and he's about to be finished by Huo Huo.

So what to do next?

【Guild Channel】

Please call me Brother Jie: Brothers...

What can I do if I am proud of myself:...

Trainee for two and a half years:...

Ancestor Seven: President, the trumpet already costs 400,000 gold coins!

What can Ye Ao Xuan do to me: President, let’s admit defeat. We are not on the same level as this senior brother. This is the first time I have seen someone dare to throw hundreds of thousands of dollars a minute!

Trainee for two and a half years: I can contribute up to 3,000 yuan, but I won’t be able to contribute any more. President, you can figure it out yourself.

Don’t bully young people into poverty: What is the background of this senior brother? Why have I never heard of it before? Does his family print money? Do you really treat money as money?

I am arrogant: it is easy to admit defeat, but if you lose your face, you will never get it back. If we admit defeat today, then we will never be able to raise our heads in Shaanxi in the future.

Please call me Brother Jie: Can you all rush with me again? Just think of me as begging you. This time we buy 100,000, just buy 100,000. If it’s not enough, then I will admit defeat. How about ?

At this time, please call me Brother Jie.

Just like a gambler who loses his money.

All I think about is that I will definitely win next time.

Throw another hundred thousand, and Chen Mo will definitely not be able to withstand it.

He begged everyone bitterly.

He just asks everyone to help him.

Seeing that he has always been extremely arrogant, please call me Brother Jie.

Now they are all groveling to this point.

What can everyone in the Soul Fighting Guild do?

They had no choice but to scrape together money and buy another 100,000 speakers.

There are 100,000 speakers at the base.

Please call me Brother Jie and you immediately feel confident.

He immediately said to the urging and mocking audience in the live broadcast room.

"Who said I'm a coward? It's just that someone checked the water meter and I opened the door, now I'm throwing it away!"

After finishing speaking, please call me Brother Jie and immediately threw 20,000 speakers out.

……

the other side.

Chen Mo already knew immediately why he likes you. Please call me Brother Jie.

After learning that please call me Brother Jie this time, I spent a long time in ink before buying the speaker.

He knew that this battle was almost over.

"Hey, it's a pity. I don't know if I'll meet such a great grudge again in the future!"

While feeling emotional.

Chen Mo threw out another 20,000 speakers.

Please call me Brother Jie and then threw 20,000.

Chen Mo then threw another 30,000.

Please ask me, Brother Jie, to throw 30,000 more.

Chen Mo threw another 40,000.

……

In the blink of an eye.

The two sides threw another 90,000 trumpets at each other.

At this time, please call me the 100,000 speakers that I just got in Brother Jie’s backpack.

Only the last ten thousand remain.

See this scene.

Please call me Brother Jie, even if you get ahead again, you don’t want to fail again.

He also understood that he lost.

Completely defeated without any possibility of comeback!

"Why? Why can this big brother be so rich? Why doesn't he feel bad at all when he spends the money? Why does he want to recruit people at the 18-line bar? Why do I provoke him? Why? Why? Why?"