Chapter 268: Flying to the sky

The monkey-like man is Song Daye, a senior in the fourth phase. Not only Wang Zhaosheng knows, but everyone in the martial arts center knows this strange-talking "Uncle Song". He relies on being a student of the fourth phase, except for Liu Xinyu and Naked Bear, no one is born, so he has his current nickname. In fact, there are many such people in the martial arts center, especially those who have been a shipyard worker for several years. They have served as iron rice bowls in state-owned factories, and naturally learn a lot of domestic complaints. Last week's clearance was kicked out, but first-level students like Song Daye can still stay as long as they have not participated in the riots.

Wang Zhaosheng didn't like Song Daye, but he also admitted that his words made sense. Level 4 students had a monthly allowance of 24,000 yuan and would inevitably have a salary of 24,000 yuan, which was equivalent to more than 10,000 yuan every week, so why would they lack that 20,000 yuan?

He didn't bid, and Beard was not in a hurry. He held the box with his hand and said, "In a few days, it will be the same price."

In a few days, maybe some smart last-time students will start buying magic oil. In the number 150, only three or five big money can make the price increase immediately.

One bottle a day, you can get 7 bottles a day. For those who have been training for a long time, you may even apply more advanced magic oils. In this way, the price of the two and three poles will also increase.

There are 20 bottles of divine oil in Wang Zhaosheng's room. Of course, he believes that the divine oil will rise, but 10,000 yuan per bottle of level 4 divine oil is still a bit outrageous. He intentionally changed the topic and said, "Is it Li Haitao's?"

Li Haitao discovered that the sixth-year student who stood near Chen Yi and would improve the training effect. His loyalty evaluation is A+, and he just released 2 bottles of Level 4 potions every month.

Hu Zi laughed twice, not saying yes or saying no, but asked, "Or come a few bottles of other things first?"

"Don't come again with sky-high prices."

"How could it be? Level 1 God Oil is 600 yuan, Level 2 800 yuan, Level 3 Zi frowned and chased him again: "My price is very fair. Look at other tables, it's only high or low. Actually, think about it. If you don't say that the God Oil is twice as fast as possible, half of it is always there, and it is easy to break through the bottleneck. Who doesn't want it? I won't say that the new final student will be. Who is the second-level three-pole student who is a few hundred and one thousand?"

Wang Zhaosheng said: "You are like a businessman."

"What I want to be a businessman the most in my life, but unfortunately my family is poor and I can't afford to play."

Wang Zhaosheng smiled, took the bank card in his exit pocket, and said generously: "I'm going to wrap it up."

Employees who are arranged to swipe their cards in the "oil pool" to use the machine to swipe their cards. The design and functions here are arranged by Liu Xinyu, completely imitating the high-end trading halls abroad. The hardware and software conditions are slightly worse, but everything they should have is considered to be.

Hu Zi skillfully put 10 bottles of magic oil on the table in an empty box with foam, handed it to Wang Zhaosheng, and smiled and said, "I'm giving it to you."

Song Daye was anxious at this time, grabbed the box with his hand and said, "Hey, I want two more bottles."

"There will be tomorrow, don't worry." Hu Zi smiled, but he didn't say whether there will be today's price.

Wang Zhaosheng and Hu Zi left together. Anyway, the level 4 magic oil is not worried about selling, so it will be the same if you come again tomorrow. Song Daye walked around the corridor outside. It was really nothing cheaper than Hu Zi. He didn't want to spend money in vain, so he turned back to the dormitory and prepared to buy it again the next day.

Song Daye is not the only one who wants to wait and see. For example, the fourth audit team where Diao Lixin is, patrolling Jiangbei all day long. Even though his body is so hard that he has to rest for a night and come again the next day.

After a 20-hour delay, the price of magic oil changed significantly.

The next morning, Diao Lixin got up and came to the "oil pool". When he arrived in front of the door, he felt a completely different atmosphere. The noise and impetuous mood could probably describe today's trading room. The 20 tables were crowded with people, but there were very few trading behaviors, and it seemed that everyone was waiting for something.

"So many students? When did they come." This was Diao Lixin's first feeling. He couldn't help but look at his watch. It was only 8:20, and the "oil pool" opened for less than half an hour.

Looking at the table in front, although there were a few bottles, the total number was much smaller than that of the students present. On the table behind, there were not even bottles. A few familiar people were sitting there drinking tea and chatting, as if no one was around.

"Supply is in short supply?" Diao Lixin reacted instantly and made up his mind that he would buy another 2 bottles of magic oil no matter how much money, so that he could exercise continuously for a month. If he successfully breaks through the three poles, he would earn back much money.

However, when Diao Lixin walked to the nearest table, his idea was defeated by the price tag on it, just like a rabbit who wanted to ** the turtle. He accidentally held down the turtle. It was at a loss and the turtle was so slow that he had no time to fight back.

"5,000 yuan? It's 10 times."

The owner sitting on the table was feeling bored. When he heard this, he was unhappy and said, "Brother, what day did you hear about the market? It's 10 times the market. It was 2,000 yesterday afternoon."

"Aren't you 5,000?"

"What's wrong with 5,000? In the early morning of yesterday, the dormitory was sold for 3,500 yuan. Today, I brushed my teeth and came to buy oil with cash. I gave 13,000 yuan for 3 bottles. I didn't bargain or pay taxes..." The man waved his hand and pointed to the table and said, "I don't care. These bottles are all Level 1 magic oil. There are less allowances for low-level students, otherwise they wouldn't be so cheap."

Diao Lixin couldn't help but touch his pocket, which contained 5,000 yuan in cash. He thought it would be enough, but he didn't expect that he could not even buy a bottle of Level 2 potion. He even wanted to sell the potion allocated to him. He also had a * grade evaluation, with 6 bottles of potion...

Before Diao Lixin could speak, Song Daye, who came from behind, squeezed in, raised his hand and put down 5 bottles of potions, and reached out and said, "I heard that you still receive potions? Come 30,000 yuan."

Song Daye was not willing to spend 200 yuan to buy potions yesterday, but today he was even more reluctant to give up when he saw the price. He was a grade student again, so he gritted his teeth and left only one bottle for his own use, and used the others for money.

As for what to do if you change money, it is really too simple - it can always be spent.

The student who changed his career and did business laughed twice, pushed his hand away and said, "Mr. Song, you are at level 1."

"Aren't you better than the big one?" Song Daye's mouth floated up, as if he wanted to take advantage of it.

The other party immediately fell into gritting his teeth and trying to find a way, and said like cutting his flesh: "For your Uncle Song's sake, okay."

It seemed that he really gained face. After getting 3 stacks of RMB, Song Daye didn't count and left humming a small song. The students around him seemed to be touched and ready to move.

If it were sold for 5,000 yuan, then the transaction would be fair. If "Uncle Song" had not been famous and everyone was worried that he would give him a custody, someone would have already started now.

"Everyone, wait." Only a first-level student was sold, but he looked at the seniors who were eyeing him, but he was not afraid at all. He waved his hand and changed into a new brand, with the price on it being "6,000 yuan."

"Xiao Xiao, what do you mean?"

"I can't get a first-level magic oil that I earned 5,000 yuan, right?" The seller said with a grievance: "If it's a fair price, then I might as well throw it into it and use it myself."

Diao Li, his mind was weakened in selling. When he walked forward, he saw that all the students who sold the potions looked reluctant to sell, and even those who wanted to buy the potions left cursingly.

If the martial arts school had not been disciplined recently, it would have been a fight today.

Diao Lixin didn’t know what kind of thought he was, but he should say he was unhappy. He should say he was happy, and he should say he was happy. No matter what, as long as his rating does not drop in the future, he would be like he had 30,000 to 40,000 yuan more potion out of thin air. Although he must use it, his psychology is different.

"What kind of man would it be if you use cosmetics worth 6,000 yuan a day?" Diao Lixin became evil as he thought about it... Selling two bottles of potions, but he could have a good prosperity in Jiangning.

He unknowingly came out of the "oil pool" and heard the students outside angrily discussing: "Rely on the heaven and earth and rely on themselves. Without the butcher Zhang, you have to eat a pig with hair? I don't need divine oil, but it's still faster than them."

Diao Li Xinxunsheng looked at him and was a first-level student who had seen but had no name. It is estimated that his loyalty evaluation was low. A-get 3 bottles of magic oil less than A. If you don’t spend money to buy a part of it, the effect will definitely be much worse. Unlike a level student, you only have one bottle less. If you don’t pursue the limit, it will be harmless.

The second day was spent in various debates, and the third day seemed calm. The first-level magic oil even dropped a little. Many students with lower levels took the opportunity to deliver speeches and persuaded everyone to stop the speculation of magic oil...

However, starting at noon on Friday, God Oil suddenly entered a time of rapid price increase.

8000,9000,10000…

People who are used to using the magic oil of falling tears do not like ordinary training. In addition, some students are in the stage of intense training, and the impact of Qinghuang is very big, and some students have also invested a lot.

In the end, the first-level magic oil successfully entered the "10,000" series sign, while the Sanji God Oil crossed the 20,000 mark. Wang Zhaoxin did not find the level 4 magic oil again, and he did not want to know the price.

Behind the jaw-dropping price, huge benefits are hidden.

Many students committed crimes against the wind and cried outside Liu Xinyu's office, demanding fair treatment. It would be better for everyone to eat big pot meals and have an average income...

Chen Yi flatly refused, but he still proposed another compensation plan: If a student is willing to take the initiative to work abroad for five years, he will not only provide the A+ treatment for the god oil, but also replace it in Jiangning or any other area abroad...

Of course, the meticulous compensation plan is quite harsh, especially the requirement that you cannot directly contact your family, which made many people retreat. The number of people who signed up for the first week was not large, and the second week was only barely exceeding the 17th issue of the students began to join the team to bid for the remaining amount of magic oil. The shortcomings of insufficient supply were instantly exposed, and the price of the first-level potion soared, reaching the standard of 50,000 yuan per bottle.

At this point, students like Diao Lixin have completely lost their temper when facing the "oil pool", and many people even have a crush on the A+ treatment in the compensation plan.

On the day when the price of 50,000 yuan was released, Chen Yi cheated 50 students and embarked on a journey to the Western Continent.

At the same time, the heavy machine guns of Xijiang Shuizhai began to hang 100 long single chains, and the muzzle pointed directly at the river channel.
Chapter completed!