Quanmin: Are Traders Weak? Opening Trade Jingle Cat

Most of the crowd on Antique Street quickly fled.

Chu Ming glanced at the old people who were waiting to die, and hid in a deserted alley with an expressionless face.

He could already hear the sirens and the roar of armed helicopters not far away.

If he stayed on the street any longer, he would soon be discovered by the police or soldiers and be forcibly sent back to school.

In this era, students and young people with potential are key protection targets, which represent the hope of a country.

As for the elderly… it was the last mercy not to let them go to the front line.

“Crack.”

Chu Ming placed two antique halberds on the ground, took out the restoration light flashlight from the Lingxu Bead, turned on the switch, and shined it.

The antique halberd began to change at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The traces of decay caused by the unknown substance on the surface slowly dissipated and became smooth. The original texture of black gold gradually revealed a bit of blood.

It lasted about twenty seconds.

There was a crisp sound!

The broken halberd merged into one, and the broken part was restored to its original state without any trace of breakage.

The whole thing is more than three meters long, showing a scarlet color, faintly exuding powerful spiritual power fluctuations, and the aura is bloodthirsty and cruel.

“Sixth-grade spiritual weapon, red-blooded halberd…”

Chu Ming murmured to himself, looking at the halberd on the ground and lost in thought.

This halberd is only more than twenty years old.

It took more than twenty seconds of irradiation with restoring light to completely restore it.

If a diamond-level monster is irradiated with restoration light…how long will it take for its level to drop below platinum level 5?

Chu Ming remembered that it was written in the textbook for the first year of high school that monsters in secret realms generally become more powerful the longer they live.

A diamond-level monster…has lived for at least a few thousand years, right?

That would require at least continuous exposure to the restoring light for several minutes.

Chu Ming roughly did the math, then picked up the restoration light flashlight and took a closer look, and found that its switch was already loose.

Previously in Dongchuan City, on the way to the Secret Realm of Wrongful Souls, I used restoration light many times in order to hide my identity.

Obviously, as he originally thought, every time this thing is used, there will be a certain amount of wear and tear.

Moreover, the longer each use time, the greater the loss…

What if, this time, I take action and use the restoration light to kill the powerful monster that came out of the secret realm.

It is very likely that the restoration light flashlight will be scrapped on the spot.

Even if it’s not scrapped, it probably won’t be used a few times.

Chu Ming finally came to this conclusion and suddenly fell into a tangle.

He just got the artifact a few days ago and hasn’t used it a few times yet. He really can’t bear to part with it!

Um……

That scammer was right. How much does the life and death of other people have to do with me?

I am not from this world, so I want to be the savior of a trade fair!

I’m not fucking Luo Ji!

Chu Ming gritted his teeth and finally decided to go back to school and hide.

Just as he was about to put the red blood halberd and the restoring light back into the Ling Xu Bead.

But he noticed that there were more than fifty Blood Spirit Dorayaki in that space that had not been used up.

Chu Ming was stunned for a moment, suddenly thought of something, and his eyes flashed.

Maybe… there is a win-win possibility that can save the city and profit at the same time?

Think for a moment.

Chu Ming closed his eyes, activated his mental power, and activated the [Trader of All Realms].

Soon, I found the world of Doraemon among all the worlds.

Fortunately, Fatty Lan had finished his adventure at this time and was staying in Nobita’s room reading comic books as usual.

Chu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and without saying a word, directly sent two dorayaki in front of it.

“Eh?”

Doraemon was stunned at that time, his eyes suddenly burst into light of joy, he immediately threw away the comic book, picked up the Dorayaki and took one bite at a time.

After eating, it scratched its head in confusion and said: “Strange…how could two Dorayaki forget to eat?”

“…”

Chu Ming said speechlessly: “Is it possible that I gave it to you?”

Doraemon was stunned for a moment, and then he realized: “It turns out to be you!”

It said cautiously: “Why are you giving me Dorayaki all of a sudden? You have nothing to do to show your courtesy…”

Chu Ming was too lazy to listen to its nonsense and said directly: “Take out the lie detector you used last time, and I will give you five more dorayaki.”

Doraemon’s expression changed greatly: “No! I only have one polygraph! I can’t sell it to youyou! And…and five is too few, right? ”

“I didn’t say I wanted to buy it. I just asked you to take it out and give me a lie test.”

“Ah? Why?”

“Just tell me whether you want to take it or not!”

“No! You must have some other intention!”

“Eight Dorayaki.”

“How do you detect lies?”

Doraemon took out the lie detector at the speed of light, placed it on the ground, and said with a cute face.

“…”

Chu Ming’s eyes twitched and he asked angrily: “Did you take the lie detector test?”

“opened!”

“Okay, then listen to me.”

Chu Ming took a deep breath and said seriously: “The city I am in now is facing a crisis of imminent destruction. It is very likely that hundreds of thousands of people will die.”

Ding!

The polygraph gave a green light.

Show that what he said is true.

“How many…hundreds of thousands of people?!”

Doraemon was stunned, and his eyes widened in horror: “Huh? Is your world so dangerous? Then… what should you do? Do you want my help?”

“Well, I’m here to help you.”

Chu Ming was a little surprised. He knew Fatty Lan was kind-hearted, but he didn’t expect him to be so kind. He offered to help before he even mentioned it.

Tsk…it makes me feel a little embarrassed.

“What kind of crisis are you in? How can I help you?” Doraemon asked quickly, his face full of nervousness, and he had forgotten about Dorayaki.

“Well, please give me one…and sell me another restoration light.”

Chu Ming originally wanted to take this opportunity to make the lion open his mouth, but for some reason, looking at Fatty Lan’s anxious look, he was inexplicably unable to speak.

Forget it, let’s not blackmail a kind-hearted animated character…

“Ah? But I only have one restoration light!” Doraemon suddenly became even more anxious, spinning around in the room.

Chu Ming frowned and was about to say something.

Doraemon suddenly stopped, rummaged in his fourth-dimensional pocket, and took out a piece of cloth with a clock pattern printed on it.

“This is called the Time Furoshiki! Just like restoring light, it has the function of restoring items! See if you can use it!”

“Time baggage?”

Chu Ming was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Damn it, this thing… is no worse than the restored light!

Another time artifact!

Chu Ming suppressed his excitement and asked: “Doraemon, are there any restrictions on this prop? For example, how many times can it be used?”

Doraemon thought for a while and said: “There must be some, but the Time Furoshiki can be used tens of thousands of times, and generally it cannot be used up so many times.”

“But the restoration light you bought last time is easily scrapped…”

Speaking of this, Doraemon was a little embarrassed and said: “Well… mainly because I was afraid that you would use it to do bad things, so I secretly dismantled a few of its parts…”

Chu Ming: “?”