Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke didn't play around with him anymore. I believe that after tasting that puff of shredded tobacco, if the old smoker gave up smoking, it would be more uncomfortable than simply taking away a stamp from him.

After hearing Zhao Ke's words, I saw Old Smoker's eyes rolling, and said in a low voice, "I really can't help with the matter of the red coffin."

When Zhao Ke heard this, his nose almost crooked.

The last time Zhao Ke asked him to inquire about this guy, he stopped talking about it halfway. This guy must have known that he opened the red coffin, so he refused to tell him any more.

But now, Zhao Ke didn't bother to inquire about the red coffin. He swore that he never wanted to touch that coffin again in his life, and he didn't even want to hear about it.

What he wanted to inquire about was something else.

"I heard that the high-level VIP annual meeting will be held in the Red Smoke Hall today, and very rare stamps will be auctioned. Is there a way to take me in?"

Although Zhao Ke has a VIP membership card, it is only limited to inquiring about some news, and it is impossible to participate in this kind of high-level VIP annual meeting.

But Zhao Kezhi, the big smoking gun in front of him, who often spends time here, must be a senior member.

If I want to find the stamp of "Sand Sea", I should be able to find it here.

"Is this..."

Hearing Zhao Ke's request, the old smoker rolled his eyes, staring at the shredded tobacco in Zhao Ke's hand, his eyes shone brightly

(???) "A pack of tobacco!"

"Don't even think about it!" (*￣︿￣)

('v') "Half bag!"

"Two pots, if you don't want it, just get out."

(ー`′ー) Zhao Ke frowned, secretly happy for a while, he didn't care if he gave half a pack of shredded tobacco, because the old man gave himself the recipe.

However, according to the principle of giving as little as possible, Zhao Ke has already pinpointed the limit of the two smoking pots in his heart.

"Okay! Give me smoke!"

Sure enough, Smoking Gun saw that Zhao Ke was getting impatient, so he slapped the table and reached an agreement with Zhao Ke.

Chapter 313 Unequal Exchange

"hiss……"

A mouthful of green smoke was sprayed out from the nasal cavity of the big smoking gun, and he took a sip happily, drank a sip of tea, and ate a sip of snacks, while two chicks with big asses beat his legs.

That feeling is beautiful.

"When will you enter!"

There is no time for the ghost market, but Zhao Ke feels that it has been almost half an hour.

Ordinarily, at this time, the annual meeting should have already started, but Zhao Ke was a little bit unsure in his mind seeing the big smoking gun lying there unmoved.

"What's the rush? This year's annual meeting will inevitably have a few mid-level postmen. They all have to come. If you go in so early, you can talk to those mid-level postmen, or what's wrong? Let's go in when the second half of the show starts. "

The big smoking gun was very smooth, and his words were impeccable. It was Zhao Ke who caught his little tail just now, and now he took two puffs, and this guy's IQ immediately went up.

"cut!"

Zhao Ke doesn't care, he has no interest in those intermediate postmen.

Although there was no real head-to-head confrontation, if Yao Jun was used as a comparison, in Zhao Ke's mind, the middle-level postman might still be the same.

Seemingly seeing Zhao Ke's indifferent eyes, Smoking Gun waved his hand, signaling the two little girls to go down and rest.

"Hey!"

"what?"

Zhao Ke turned his head and saw the black mist on the face of the big smoking gun, gradually solidified, a pair of eyes exposed outside the black mist stared straight at Zhao Ke, and said in a serious voice: "Don't underestimate the middle-level postman, you and They are already two concepts to describe."

Zhao Ke didn't take it seriously at first, but when he saw the serious eyes of the smoker, Zhao Ke felt as if something had been pricked in his heart, and his heart felt cold.

Soon, Zhao Ke found that his breathing became short of breath.

There was a buzzing in the ears, as if the blood rushed down the soles of the feet to the top of the head in an instant.

"puff!"

There was a bloody smell in the air, Zhao Ke stabbed the dagger into his thigh, and activated the iron will of "Veteran" through the pain.

His eyes opened suddenly, recovering from the urgent suffocation just now.

"what!"

Big Smoking Gun was taken aback, looked at Zhao Ke with a bit of surprise in his eyes, stared at Zhao Ke thoughtfully, and said with a strange smile: "I can't tell, you have a lot of good things in your hand."

"explain!"

Zhao Ke had a cold face, his eyes were covered with a layer of frost, and he leaned slightly to his side, like an angry wolf with its tail raised, ready to pounce on it at any time.

The big smoking gun didn't speak, just took a puff of the tobacco stick in his hand, opened his mouth and sprayed it out lightly, a smoke ring floated faintly in the air.

Immediately, the smoke ring suddenly dispersed with a "touch!"

"not good!"

Seeing the smoke ring suddenly dissipate into a mist, Zhao Ke's left eye, the golden pupil, suddenly opened, and a chill that made his whole body hairs shiver rushed up.

But before Zhao Ke could move, he felt his shoulders suddenly sink.

"Fist is the greatest explanation!"

Looking back, Zhao Ke's pupils tightened, and he saw the big smoking gun standing behind him at some point.

"Losing!"

Zhao Ke's face was livid, and he slowly lowered his hands. He knew that he had lost, and his wet back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Let's go!"

Big Smoking Gun patted Zhao Ke on the shoulder, signaling that it was time to enter.

He didn't explain that much to Zhao Ke, he didn't reach that level, even if he explained it, he couldn't explain it.

Even if he stood in front of Zhao Ke and let Zhao Ke look at it, Zhao Ke could only see the flowers in the mist.

Zhao Ke clenched his fist, followed behind the big smoker, took the elevator, and went directly to the 28th floor.