Mao Shiba followed the two people in front and came to a relatively remote place.

A shabby cement factory.

The scene of decay around seemed a bit strange.

Under the night, crows kept ringing, giving people a creepy feeling.

Mao Shiba followed in and came to the factory, and found a relatively remote place. Mao Shiba hid himself in the dark and secretly observed the situation inside.

The man before, he walked to the factory with the medicine buyer.

The man opened a floor tiles and took out a small bag below.

Seeing this small bag, a trace of light immediately ejaculated in the man's eyes.

It was like a wolf saw a sheep: "This is a top spirit fan!"

"Hehe, that's not. I do business, but I'm always doing good things!" The man smiled proudly: "This spirit fan, I spent a lot of money to get it. Now you have three thousand yuan, which is already very cheap. I also think you really want it. If it were someone else, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to it? Just like the idiot before, I'd be embarrassed to say that he is a spirit fan party. Look at his stingy appearance, I can't bear to pay for three thousand yuan, and I'm embarrassed to say what, I really love spirit fans!"

"That's it!" The man agreed deeply: "For the sake of the spirit fans, I can abandon everything about myself!"

Mao Shiba in the dark felt a creepy feeling, and he thought to himself: "Can these people do anything to do for their spiritual fans now?"

Mao Shiba became more angry the more he thought about it.

At this time, the two below had completed the transaction.

"Okay, brother, please feel good!" The man smiled admiringly and took out his cell phone: "Brother, let's leave a contact information. If I have it again in the future, I will contact you!"

"Okay, okay!" The man was obviously addicted and had no hesitation at all. He nodded directly, took out his cell phone and recorded the man's cell phone number.

"Okay, if you have the goods in the future, you must remember to contact me!"

The man left with a look of satisfaction with the spirit powder.

Seeing this man leaving and the medicine seller, he shook the money in his hand.

He said contemptuously: "Tsk, you are so stupid every year, and there are so many this year!"

"This money is really easy to make money now!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a figure stood in front of him.

"Huh?" The man was so scared that he looked closely and couldn't help but feel a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth: "Oh, who am I at that time? It turns out that he is you, the poor man!"

"What? Are you regretting it now? But unfortunately, my spirit fan has been bought by the guy just now. If you want it, hurry up next time!"

The man said, and planned to leave.

But just as I was about to leave, Mao Shiba reached out and blocked the man: "Did I let you go?"

"What do you want to do? Can't you force yourself to rob?" The man raised his eyebrows, looked at Mao Shiba, and sneered: "I tell you that this is a society ruled by law. Before you do something, you must think clearly what you are doing? But don't accidentally make a big mistake. In this case, it will be hard for the gods to save!"

"Ha, you have many wrong reasons!" Mao Shiba smiled softly: "I'll ask you something, where did you come from?"

Spiritual fan?

The man was stunned and looked at Mao Shiba with contempt: "What? Do you want to buy it too? But I don't have it either!"

"Well? I'm asking you once, where did your spiritual medicine come from. I also warn you that you only have one chance, so you must cherish it. This time you have a chance!" Mao Shiba looked at the man in front of him, and a cold look flashed through his eyes.

"you……"

When Mao Shiba saw it, the man's heart trembled, and a cold breath of death surged into his heart at this moment.

Men have been engaging in the Tao all year round, so naturally they know that in this world, money is actually not omnipotent.

Some people can control life and death in every move.

I have no life, and I still talk about nothing about money.

As his mind turned around, the man smiled and then said to Mao Shiba: "Hehe, I said, brother, don't be too busy and serious. You just want to know the channels of my spiritual fan, and then you can make money. We have something to discuss!"

The man smiled and said softly: "Brother, I think you are in Yushu, and you don't look like a person with a shortage of money. I think you wouldn't be like this? If you give me 30,000 yuan, I'll sell you a sales channel?"

Thirty thousand?

Mao Shiba sneered: "You still dare to negotiate terms with me?"

Looking at Mao Shiba's sneer, the man's heart trembled, and at this moment, a bad feeling passed through his heart.

This feeling is like being stared at by the god of death.

As soon as the thought fell in his mind, Mao Shiba grinned and pinched his palms.

Almost instantly, the man felt his neck be stuck.

"Woooooo!"

The man couldn't speak for a moment, his eyes were filled with horror.

At this moment, the man felt that his neck was stuck with steel pliers.

Even breathing is difficult.

In both eyes, there was a begging for mercy.

"Now you know what to say?"

Mao Shiba sneered.

"Woooooo!"

The man widened his eyes and nodded constantly.

In the face of death, he chose to fear.

"Wouldn't it be better to cooperate like this?" Mao Shiba sneered and let go of the man.

The man felt relieved and lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

The fresh air tasted so charming to him.

"Speak quickly!" Mao Shiba urged.

"I said I said!"

The man hurriedly said, "Brother, I will tell you what you want to know!"

"Where did you get your spirit fans?"

“I bought it through someone else!”

"who?"

"A guy named Thirteenth Master!"

"Thirteenth Master?" Mao Shiba frowned: "How do you all contact each other?"

"We are all in private!" the man said, "I know that if we want to get the goods, we will go to the terminal at 8 o'clock every Friday evening and wait for the Thirteenth Master!"

Terminal terminal?

Mao Shiba frowned: "Get out!"

Mao Shiba drove the man away, took out his cell phone, edited the content, and sent the news!

The next morning, Qin Xiaoyu frowned when he saw this news.

Terminal Pier!

A familiar place appeared in front of Qin Xiaoyu's eyes.

That was the place where Sanshan Village made its first fortune come out!

That was the first time he and Xiong San fought!

That is also where he built the Lianxin Bridge!

right!

The terminal is Qin Xiaoyu. The bridge between Sanshan and Yunshan once crossed, and a cold color flashed across Qin Xiaoyu's lips: "Have things all returned to the starting point again?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!