"Do you know so?"Li Ang glared, his palms continuously took out all kinds of debris from the


    void and placed them on the table.What drying racks, meat hooks, black kitchen garbage bags, disposable rubber


    gloves, 84 disinfectant, dental floss sticks, red wine.There is even a big loudspeaker commonly used by street vendors-if the script


    world does not ban electronic products, it will say "Nine yuan and nine, the


    audience is nine yuan. You can''t buy nine yuan and you will suffer. "Can''t be


    fooled" slogan.Considering that everything can happen in the script world, Li Ang really put


    a half of a nine-yuan-nine-priced commodity store in an automated pet


    terrarium with a huge storage space, in case of emergency."Should I praise you for being Tinkerbell with four-dimensional underwear?"Wan Li Fengshou twitched his eyes and glanced at the bottle of red wine with


    the English label. Dan Painju spit out tightly: "Leave aside, this red wine


    can still cost nine dollars?""Why not? The cost prices of many goods in the real world are horribly low,"Li Ang said casually: "Of course these nine dollars are pigment blending. The


    cost price of a better wine is thirty or forty, and you can buy two hundred


    and five for online sales.One unscrupulous way to make quick money is to take boxes of cheap bottled


    wine from the factory in the urban-rural fringe area, pay some money in the


    mall, set up a temporary stall for promotion, write the original price of 299,


    and discount the current price of 99. Don''t be afraid of people, dare to yell,


    a few shopping malls to commit crimes, a good luck can make thousands of net


    profits in one day, and a down payment in two months. ""Also, is there such an operation?"Wan Li Fengdao was dumbfounded, and immediately reacted, looking at Li Ang


    with some flickering eyes.Li Ang waved his hand: "Don''t look at me, I never do things that harm others


    for self-interest or entrap others."Oh, ha ha.Wan Li Fengdao laughed awkwardly, and Li Ang added by the way, “That’s too low


    and too slow to make money, and it’s not formal, and there is a high


    probability that it will be overturned. The real gray profiteering industry


    has a simple business operation model. At the meeting, people sighed, "This


    thing can also make money."Wan Li Fengdao and Xing Hechou didn''t feel much about these words, but Liu


    Wuxiao, the daughter of the Liu family, moved in his heart.In the shopping malls, she has heard of many cases where she turned over steep


    but rich once through gray profiteering projects-of course, those people were


    too wild, the methods were too low, the rank was too low, and the successful


    experience was difficult to replicate.Only a few lucky people can get out of the gray zone, start to operate the


    industry, touch the outermost periphery of the Yin city business circle, and


    become a fat, big-eared, serious businessman of the upper class, barely


    reaching the soles of the Liu family.When Liu Wuxiao thought of the Sao operation he had seen when he was teaming


    up with Li Ang, he couldn''t help but meditate: "Thinking is rigorous, with a


    kind face and a dark heart.If he joins the business world, he must be a good player...""Anyway,"Li Ang put away the red wine and other sundries placed on the table, slammed


    the white fan in his hand, and said sternly: "I''ll go to the palace of Shu and


    prepare.Xing Hechou asked, "Aren''t you with us?"Li Ang shook his head, "No, my Siemens Taoist vest has been too popular


    recently, and getting together is causing trouble.Anyway, there is a remote contact with Bingbee, and any information will be


    passed through it. "As if responding to Li Ang''s call, the soldier bee lying on the table stopped


    wiping the sauce on his forefoot, and shook his wings.Although soldier bees still cannot understand the words spoken by humans, they


    can transmit sound information at a specific frequency to the cerebral worm


    flying high in the sky by vibrating their wings.Let the Cerebral use the way of praying to the gods to remotely transmit


    information to Li Ang.Li Ang left the restaurant, leaning on the white sail of the commoner,


    disappeared into the crowd and disappeared on the street corner.He separated from his teammates in order to reduce the risk of revealing his


    identity and attracting prying eyes from indigenous monks.Also because some of his preparations are a bit shameful...——————There is a post in the south of Luzhou City.This is a temporarily remodeled guest room. All the furniture in the room has


    been evacuated, leaving only the spotless wooden floor.The doors and windows of the room were nailed with wooden boards, leaving no


    gaps, and no light could shine in. It was dark and dim, and you could not see


    your fingers.Seven thin, dark-skinned monks sat on the ground in a circle, in the center of


    the circle,Quietly placed a huge iron cage two people high and covered with several


    layers of thick black curtains."Such four things, if they are not lost. The heart is still not fragrant and


    touched. All magical things happen. If there is a habit, it cannot be


    eliminated..."Seven Annan monks closed their eyes and kept chanting scriptures,The sound of Buddha reverberates in the airtight room,The stagnant air that was originally stagnant and muddy,It seems that under the influence of the power of chanting scriptures, they


    exude a rich fragrance.However, in the solemn Buddhist sound, there is always a very slight rustling


    sound.The sound is like clothing rubbing the skin, like fingertips across a wooden


    table,Like a rat crawling along the corner of the wall,Like a millipede flying over the moss stone surface,Such as mosquitoes and flies vibrate their wings.Slightly small, pervasive,It seems to be going along the ear holes of the monk, digging into the brain,


    corroding flesh and blood, and corroding reason.The rustling voice is louder and louder, even in the Buddha''s voice, it is


    clearerThe oldest monk facing the door remained indifferent, neither sad nor happy.He could hear the sound of his feet stepping on the ground when the armored


    guards patrolled downstairs.I can feel the donkeys and horses eating feed in the stable.It can even be sensed that a Xichang Tiqi lurking in the woods behind the post


    station stretched out his hand and patted a mosquito that landed on his face


    and wiped the mosquito''s body on the dry bark beside him.Naturally, he also noticed that the young monk opposite him was already


    overwhelmed.The young monk was still chanting the scriptures, but his voice trembled and


    his eyelids trembled.The slightly opened eyes ~~ are covered with cobweb-like


    bloodshot eyes."..."The old monk sighed in his heart and silently increased the voice of chanting


    the scriptures.He didn''t open his eyes, just gently buckled the ground with his knuckles.The young monk opened his eyes, glanced at him with gratitude and guilt, stood


    up and bowed slowly.Turned around, staggered to the corner of the room, opened the secret door,


    and left the room.After a long time, the magic sound stopped abruptly,In the iron cage covered with a heavy curtain, a hoarse and low voice like the


    scraping of an iron sheet rang out, "Luzhou, is it coming soon?"The old monk''s eyes drooped, his wrinkled face twisted into a ball, and he


    couldn''t tell whether it was sadness or joy. "There are still two days left."The magic sound was silent for a moment, "Two days..."The magic sound gradually died down, and the Buddha sound continued.