I'm Opening a Restaurant in Collapse

"Three... thirty thousand?"

"Centurion-level dead soldiers are 30."

"Oh."

Compared with the first surprise, he was not so happy this time. After all, he had only encountered a centurion dead man, and he did not kill her, but transformed her back into a human being.

As for the common dead...

Zhao Bai killed people and horses yesterday, counting the heads while killing them, killing a total of [-] soldiers.

The equivalent amount is 900 million yuan.

Still, why did Teresa never tell him?

Is it...?

"Well, looking at Boss Zhao's expression, it seems that he doesn't know this kind of thing all the time? But it's normal. After all, not many students go out alone to hunt down soldiers, and most of the powerful Honkai Beasts won't mess around in the city. run."

"I understand."

Zhao Bai changed the sip to cow drink, and a large cup of scented tea was in his stomach, and the fresh aroma and sweetness of the wine turned bitter, but Zhao Bai couldn't care about these anymore, he got up and ran to the dormitory.

School principal!

Rita looked at Zhao Bai's impatient back, let out a chuckle, got up and started to clean up the tea set.

It seems good to be able to pit Theresa.

Anyway, a mere 30 yuan is just a drop in the bucket for the entire St. Freya Academy.

She couldn't understand why Zhao Bai was so excited about this little money that he even lost his temper on the spot.

"As for?"

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Chapter 43: Am I sold? (Third watch for tickets)

The dead soldiers he killed in Changkong City were not one or two thousand, let alone two or three thousand, but a terrifying six thousand and three thousand. Converted into money, it was a real 800 million.

Erase the fraction, it is two hundred million.

Two small goals!

Zhao Bai even walks with wind, light and fluttering, and his usual stability is completely gone.

It's all thanks to one person, Rita.

He strictly guarded the maid, just like the crab boss who stole the secret recipe from the anti-ruffian boss, but Rita returned her grievance with virtue and told him the information worth a lot of money.

If you think about it, it's actually not right.

If Rita didn't tell Zhao Bai this information, he would lose [-] million. After telling it, he would earn [-] million, [-] million plus [-] million, isn't it [-] million?

Rita helped him make [-] million.

Zhao Bai couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear to think that such a valuable employee only got so little salary.

$[-] a month.

There is no one more merciful than me in the world.

The dormitory door was closed.

Zhao Bai didn't say much. He pressed his thumb on the lock and pushed the door in. The TV was still on, and the game character was dead. Teresa closed her eyes tightly and her breathing was even.

She fell asleep.

Theresa looked peaceful, unaware that a storm was brewing, and only waited for a flat thunder.

Zhao Bai rubbed his hands excitedly and began to prepare for work.

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Teresa woke up with darkness before her eyes.

Ok?

She immediately fell into the deepest thoughts, but she died too many times. She wanted to take a break, so she took a small nap, but when she woke up, she couldn't see anything.

Is this a power outage?

She touched her forehead subconsciously, only to realize that there was a piece of paper on her forehead, and it was this piece of paper that covered her eyes.

What is it?

Teresa got up in a daze, opened the paper and glanced.

It has bold green font on it.

forselling

Ok?

Who is going to sell me?