[Comprehensive] The man who sells with rope

Hunter calendar January 1995, 1 - weather: light rain - mood: little angel Qiyu!

Chrollo, what a dick you are!

You dick!

Saby!

I have a boss!

Boss, you are such a dick, I know.

The head can be broken, the blood can be shed, and the face cannot be lost.

With the bread in her mouth, Shen Jingbing glanced coldly at Qi Yu, who was about to correct him.

The boss paused for a while, thought about it, and looked at Shen Jingbing for a while, and did not refute him.

Shen Jingbing squinted her eyes in satisfaction, ate the last bit of bread and drank the milk, got up and put the bowl into the kitchen, and checked today's itinerary by the way.

An organization under the ten-year-old man made an appointment to pick up the goods today, and the deposit has already been paid to his account.

Because he didn't want to be secretly blocked from making money by these local snakes, Shen Jingbing still maintained a more powerful businessman's image-at least this kind of large-scale arms deal, he couldn't just give it if he wanted it.

After all, his old lair is Youkexin. If he prepares the ammunition too quickly, the Hunter Association and Old Ten will definitely feel that he has an arsenal near Youkexin.

There is an arsenal near such an international economic center, and the Hunters Association is fine. The ten-year-old man whose home is also in Youkexin must not be able to sit still.

There is a large amount of ammunition stored in such a close place, and a single accident may blow You Kexin to pieces.

Ten old men are ghosts if they can stay still.

Therefore, in order to prevent this kind of thing from happening, Shen Jingbing quite consciously relaxed the trading time, trying to keep her small warehouse from showing her flaws.

You know, even Kuroro doesn't know what is in his warehouse. He can only guess that the medium that Shen Jingbing can store things is probably the ring, and he doesn't know anything about the other things.

Shen Jingbing said that he could not hold living things in his warehouse, and he would carefully calculate the volume of things, and tell Kuroro at the right time that his space could no longer hold them.

It's never been wrong over the years.

So that Kurolo vaguely guessed that the dragon he casually recruited might be related to space, but he never had a chance to confirm it, and it was even more impossible for Shen Jingbing to explain everything about himself to Kuroro.

He's not that stupid.

After so many planes have passed, he certainly knows that the more cards he keeps in his hand, whether it is an enemy or a friend, the reaction to him will be much more subtle.

And the most thorough one is that people can't touch you at all.

"Are you planning to go alone again? Master." Lancelot asked.

"Of course." Shen Jingbing was a little puzzled as to why Lancelot asked that.

It's much better for him to come forward alone than to call out a group of people.

Because if there is any change in the person who came to pick up the goods, it is enough to just smile gently and sacrifice the dragon, the big killer.

Calling a large number of people to pretend to be ordinary arms dealers will cost a lot of labor costs, and Shen Jingbing is not willing to encounter any danger for others to pretend to be himself, even if they are mercenaries doing hard work.

"We have a store manager, master." Lancelot reminded, "Compared with the giant dragon, the store manager's deterrence is much higher, and remind you, I just got the position of the red eye, and the place is ten One of the old man's auction houses."

"They were all thrown out?" Shen Jingbing frowned.

"A few pairs were kept as souvenirs, and the rest were sold to the auction house."

"The auction house should operate properly." Shen Jingbing rubbed her chin, "There will definitely be a part of it for ten old men, we have to get the things before that."

"If you do this, the auction house will lose instead of the Phantom Troupe." Lancelot said, "Once the auction item enters the auction house, the auction house will be responsible for any accidents that happen."

"Then let the things become low-quality first." Shen Jingbing had thought about it a long time ago, "It would be fine if the things were found to be faulty before the Phantom Troupe sent them."

Lancelot paused.

"Ku Luoluo dares to put out the fiery red eye on my site, and I dare to do something in it." Shen Jingbing laughed a few times, "What do you think I made you move on the fiery red eye before? .”

Lancelot responded.

Before Kuroro put the things in the living room openly, he didn't know whether to say he was a master of arts and bold or Shen Jingbing's attitude towards them was too soft and docile all the time, so much so that he thought that Shen Jingbing would part ways with them but didn't. Thinking that Shen Jingbing would do something to them directly—to be precise, he would do something to their trophies.

But no matter what it was, it was enough for the group of spiders who were used to the docile Shen Jingbing to feel uncomfortable.

Shen Jingbing added a little bit of magic potion for deception and mischief into those fiery eyes.

The vaporized magic potion got into the container filled with formalin and red eyes, and dormant quietly.

It will slowly erode the use of any preservatives, and then quickly rot away the well-preserved things-of course, this is just a prank, the activity of those things will be well preserved under the withered and rotten appearance, just wait Once the effect of the medicine wears off, it will return to normal.

This kind of potion is in circulation on the ordinary magic plane, and it is mainly used for pranks and celebrating some strange festivals.

Shen Jingbing planned to play a harmless prank that would make the Phantom Brigade even more hostile to the ten old men.

Then snatch the rotten red eye, and when the effect of the medicine wears off, red eye will still be red eye, and formalin will still be formalin.

In the Psychic Plane of the hunter, it is difficult to check out the magic potion, and the Phantom Brigade does not have such a long time to wait for the results of the goods inspection.

Because after getting the schedule and item list of the auction, Shen Jingbing calculated the time a little bit, and found that unfortunately, the red eye probably had a high chance of quickly deteriorating under the watchful eyes of the public.

God damn it.

It's just too cruel.

Shen Jingbing couldn't wait to see the expressions of the auctioneer and buyers.

"Why are you so happy?"

"It's nothing." Shen Jingbing washed her hands and looked at Qi Yu with a smile, "Damn it, there is a deal during the day and an auction tonight, do you want to go together?"

Qi Yu paused, pinched Shen Jingbing's face forcefully, then rubbed the red spot, and nodded.

The arms deal went smoothly as usual. After the initial temptation passed, the black and white forces had not dared to challenge Shen Jingbing for a long time.

They don't want to be sent to their hometown because of an arms deal.

Shen Jingbing once led a six-headed giant dragon to crush a force that attacked him inhumanely. Although I don't know why everyone dodged it and there were no deaths, there were still many serious injuries, and the base was even destroyed. Flatten directly.

"The movements are very skillful." Qi Yu and Shen Jingbing changed into suits and walked in Youkexin's night.

Shen Jingbing nodded, holding a lollipop that didn't match the suit he was wearing, "Speaking of which, why did you tell Hisoka? He didn't pester me to make trouble."

"I told him that when he kills all the powerful people in this world, he can stay here."

What a simple and rude goal, Shen Jing Bing thought.

However, the range of all strong players is a little bit wide.

"I also said that he has to become a person who contributes to society." Qi Yu had a serious face and rubbed Shen Jingbing's head, "I know you are a good person."

"..." Shen Jingbing was silent for a while, and found that he couldn't imagine the righteous Hisoka at all, and finally said: "He probably doesn't know what it means to contribute to society."

"I told him." Qi Yu was very happy that he had thought of all the problems, "Didn't you say something before...have fewer children and grow more trees? I told him everything."

=Dish=!

W. WTF? !

Fuck boss, what strange things did you teach Hisoka!

Does having fewer children and planting more trees have anything to do with contributing to society? !

Facing Qi Yu, who could clearly remember all his usual nonsense, Shen Jingbing felt quite complicated.

I always feel that Hisoka's development is rushing in an unknown direction.

"Don't think about it, it's here." Qi Yu raised his head and stroked the dog's head, his eyes glanced around lightly, and then lowered his voice, "The Phantom Troupe is also here."

"That's a good thing!" Shen Jingbing rubbed her hands, and happily pulled Qi Yu to sit down in their box.

The location of this box is not good, it is on the most side of the semi-circular second floor.

Shen Jingbing chose this box because she could clearly see the expressions of the people below.

As for those people in the box, Shen Jingbing couldn't see it but felt very happy.

Because he knew that the Phantom Brigade did not use him to deal with the stolen goods this time, which was very important news for some forces. Most of the people sitting in these boxes were a group of big shots.

Redeye is hot, but so is news about him and the Phantom Troupe.

Shen Jingbing looked at the lights that lit up one after another in the boxes to represent people, and suddenly felt that she was worth a hundred times.

Lao Zhi is a man who goes up and down tens of millions every minute!

Shen Jingbing smashed his mouth.

Think about it with a little chicken jelly.

The auction house is a place where money is spent like water. The auctioneer incites the emotions of the crowd, pushing one after another goods that look quite good but may not be so good in actual effect to the peak of the price.

In such a warm atmosphere, people let go of their hands and feet to spend money, and the smiles on the faces of the auctioneers and people in the backstage became wider and wider.

In the auction on the first day of the new year, the finale will definitely not be a low-quality product.

When the auctioneer announced the name of the last auction item, the entire venue erupted.

"Tonight's grand finale is—" the auctioneer stroked the fine dark red silk and pulled it away under the light, "Fiery red eyes! Three pairs!"

The news of the Phantom Brigade's massacre of the Kuluta tribe is still spreading, but in just one month, the auction house got the Red Eye that probably came from the Phantom Brigade.

The bigwigs who know more about the inside story are full of various speculations.

They can't offend Shen Jingbing, nor can they offend ten old men, but they can reach out to the Phantom Brigade and get something out of it.

Before, I was always afraid of the collusion between the Phantom Troupe and Shen Jingbing. Now the brigade and Shen Jingbing seem to have a rift, but they have changed hands to the ten old man. The ten old man has not shown his intimacy with the Phantom Troupe. It's hard to say.

The thoughts of the bosses cannot affect the excitement of the people below.

The price of the red eye soared rapidly.

The seats in the box are all bigwigs with fame and fortune, but the seats in the hall below are not short of nouveau riche.

Three pairs of fiery red eyes were priced at 18 billion each!

"18 billion once." The auctioneer knocked down the hammer for the first time.

"18 billion!" Someone finally bid on the box on the second floor.

The auctioneer stopped.

"19 billion."

"20 billion."

Shocked by the last spike price in the hall below, there was a moment of silence followed by a commotion.

"One time for 20 billion." The auctioneer hit the hammer again.

His gaze swept across the box on the second floor, and he paused slightly at the window on the far right.

"Five billion twice."

"Five billion three times."

"Two billion into..."

The auctioneer's voice stopped abruptly.

The three pairs of fiery red eyes around him quickly decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and became a pile of the most ordinary carrion under everyone's comments.

A pile of garbage.

Not worth even a ring.

The noisy auction hall suddenly became audible.

Shen Jingbing sat in the box and grinned.

"Lancelot, turn off the light," he ordered.

The auction venue suddenly became pitch black, and then, in a short while, the backup power was turned on instantly, but only one pair of the three pairs of red eyes remained on the auction stage.

The Phantom Troupe suffered a great loss because they needed to leave a pair for the auction house to conduct appraisal and investigation.

Shen Jingbing felt a little regretful that she had lost a pair of fiery red eyes.

He took the two on the auction block, while Qi Yu went to ransack the warehouse of the auction house.

——This kind of thing is very easy for Qi Yu, who has been working as a plane bandit these days.

The boss is really easy to use.

Shen Jingbing praised Qi Yu very generously.

Without Qi Yu, he would probably have to work hard to succeed.

Shen Jingbing and Qi Yu went back to Youkexin's store, found the neutralizer of the prank potion, and restored the red eye to its original state.

Kurapika stared blankly at the fiery red eyes packed in containers that were piled up like sundries on the living room table.

"Here." Shen Jingbing raised her chin towards him, "I'll give it to you first, but remember to pay back the money, this is a treasure of 20 billion each."

Kurapika, who doesn't have a strong concept of money, nodded his head with tears in his eyes, sniffed and looked pitiful.

"Shen." Kuroro directly opened the door and walked in, followed by rather unfriendly spiders, looked coldly at Kurapika and the fiery eyes on the table, glanced at Qi Yu, and raised his eyebrows: " Is this your new love?"

"No." Shen Jingbing dug out a cup of yogurt from the refrigerator, "He is my true love."

Boss, am I witty?

Shen Jingbing wagged his tail.