I Just Want To Farm

Of course Qin Yu knew, "Don't worry, what I took out is the latest batch in the inventory, and the old ones are still hidden. This is like fine wine. The longer it is hidden, the better. I understand the market value, but now I really need stars." wait."

Jiaojiao: "How much?"

Qin Yu: "One thousand."

Jiaojiao: "..."

Why are you spending more than 1850 stars just to prepare for a dungeon?

How can you embarrass the other chosen ones who rushed to the C-level battlefield? ! ! !

Probably the golden wall was also a little shaken.

Well, this is roughly equivalent to the richest man who made a fortune in real estate saying: "My son just graduated, and I will give him 100 million to start a business."

Great, my rich fish.

——Currently, according to current statistics, the average income of a C-level mission is stable at 150 stars, B-level is stable at 600 stars, and A-level is 3000 stars. You are the first person in history to spend 1850 stars to get into C.

Ah, is this a compliment or a derogation? Jiaojiao giggled and helped carry it.

"Stop burying me, I can't help it! You have made it clear that my actual combat ability is very poor, and it is the end of the world. Those end of the world are almost undead zombies. Except for headshots, they will not die, and there is a danger of virus infection. Without strong military force, I couldn’t survive one episode in the past! And after using these 1850 stars, won’t the Gaowu copy be used in the future? This is for sustainable development.”

Jiaojiao nodded, and worried again: "But what if your dungeon dies? Isn't that a loss?"

——Some things don't need to be said clearly.

Qin Yu: "..."

Did you guys sleep behind my back and hook up?

The frustrated Qin Yu ignored them, and opened the shop after setting everything up!

The eighteenth transfer station, the plane store, the sky, the aura, the flying beast, everything seemed so unreal, Qin Yu was still reluctant to spend money on a mask to go out for a walk, and only placed twenty pots of medicinal herbs in stock in the store.

They are all treasures in the lower spiritual products. According to the test of the spirit of medicine, there are about 50 years of grades. These 50 years are one degree, and one hundred years is another degree.

As soon as it was put on, the medicinal fragrance was so strong that it wafted to the whole street. Customers came after hearing the news, but just looking at the price, 99% of them were defeated.

too expensive!

"Boss, you are too expensive! One serving of ginseng is eighty stars!! Money grab!"

The Chosen One's voice was not small, and when he uttered it, many people echoed him, looking very unhappy.

Qin Yu touched the abacus, and said lightly: "If you can't afford it, get out."

hiss! Everyone gasped, many people left angrily, and some people did not leave, these people are regular customers, and most of them are discerning.

"There's this kind of sabi everywhere you go." A woman in red sneered, carefully tasted the aroma of ginseng, looked at the appearance again, and said politely to Qin Yu: "Boss, your spiritual ginseng is from the fifty-year-old spirit ginseng." right?"

Sure enough, when there are many people here, some elites will always be fished ashore by her. Qin Yu smiled and said, "Young lady has good eyesight."

There were not many people left, and they all showed such expressions when they heard the words.

Because they guessed it too.

"The 50-year-old spirit ginseng in Xialing is not cheap. I have seen it in a pharmacy at the fifteenth transfer station, and they all sell it for 100 stars."

As soon as the fat man spoke, the others were secretly annoyed. This fool, is he not afraid of the shopkeeper raising the price? But seeing the color of the fat man's pupils was different from that of ordinary people, he knew that he was of special blood, and there must be another reliance, so they didn't dare to offend, so they remained silent.

"What I set a price for once, I won't change it for the second time, unless the properties of the medicine are different." Qin Yu's words reassured them, and everyone was overjoyed, and started to buy one after another, but the price was expensive, and most of them could only buy one copy. Then leave, obviously eager to go back to use.

Soon, only seven of the 20 medicines were left, and 1100 stars was almost enough!

Qin Yu was about to close the store when he rushed in alone.

Ah, still an acquaintance.

The boss at the opposite door, who sells weapons, has probably experienced many missions since ancient times, and those who can afford to sell weapons are all rewards after all.

The boss was not young, so he came in wearing a mask, and hurriedly called out: "Boss Qin, Boss Qin, I heard that you have fifty-year-old medicinal materials in your shop, right?"

Qin Yu raised his eyebrows: "Yes, yes, do you want it?"

"Me? I can't afford it, someone wants it."

"Oh, a pot of eighty stars."

Qin Yu took out one pot, intending to put away the other six pots, but was stopped.

"Hey, Boss Qin, you can't take these six pots, you can't take them, you want them all, you want them all."

Not to mention Qin Yu's astonishment, even Jiaojiao was stunned. She wanted seven pots, and it cost 600 stars, because Ganoderma lucidum was more expensive than ginseng.

Who is the boss behind this boss?

"Hey, I can't tell you his name, you just need to know that he is in the top 100 of our ninth season's list of natural picks."

Why don't you mention your name? I don't know what kind of ninth season this is, or what ranking list it is.

It has not been three years since Qin Yu joined Mandamansuan. He finally came to the eighteenth transfer station where the chosen ones gathered. He didn't go out for a year, so he really didn't know about it.

But it sounds like a very powerful person.

"A high-level Chosen One?" Qin Yu asked.

The boss was stunned for a moment, then stunned, and said: "I said, Boss Qin, your horizons are too high. To be a high-level Chosen One is Chinese cabbage, and it's not the ranking of the Heavenly Dao Monument. That covers the entire group of Chosen Ones. I It is about the ninth quarter where I am, and the first quarter is a hundred years old. My ninth quarter is the ninth batch of chosen ones who entered the golden house. One is the top ten in the ninth quarter list, and the latter are all mid-level candidates."

This made Qin Yu astonished again. She didn't ask the boss, but directly asked Huang Jinbi: "The income of the middle-level chosen ones is so high? 600 stars for any shot? In such a comparison, Qiuran is poor in A-level." ?”

——There are two mistakes in your concept. First, this person didn’t shoot casually. He bought medicinal materials on the spending stars to prepare for the next ranking assessment in the ninth quarter. This assessment lasts for one year. There are generous rewards, and this person has 40 years of experience and has accumulated a lot of stars. Second, the high-ranking candidates who can enter the A-level are polarized. They are either poor because they are weak, or poor because they are strong, because they are talented and have places to invest. "

Those who can actually earn thousands of stars by relying on missions will be happy to spend hundreds of stars.

However, when Huang Jinbi mentioned forty years of experience, she was not very interested in this behind-the-scenes figure.

Haven't been a high-level Chosen One for forty years?

"Since there is this competition and rewards, why didn't you tell me? This is too discriminatory!"

——Will you frantically farm dangerous characters in order to earn stars in the rankings?

Um, well, it seems that I can't.

——You just want to farm, anyway, you can make money by farming and doing business.

"What's wrong with me farming with my ability! Are you not convinced?" Qin Yu is not afraid of breaking the wall, anyway, it is not a day or two to kill each other.

——Well, anyway, whether you are prepared or not, we have prepared the most difficult copy for you.

What you said is so reasonable, I was actually moved~~