Flower Park, Holy City of Bray.

“Paintings for sale! Paintings for sale! Landscapes and portraits of celebrities, all on sale at a discount!”

“Beautiful lady, do you want a portrait? Very cheap!”

“Musical instruments! Musical instruments! Our store has a full range of musical instruments, hurry up and buy!”

The bustling crowd and various hawking voices constitute a lively scene.

Among the crowd, Manolin, Fordlo and Tolovt, who were surrounded by security guards wearing full-body powered exoskeletons and the huge Benjamin, were particularly conspicuous.

In Holy City of Bray, there are people who travel with guards and bodyguards, but there are not many people like Manolin who have all their men wearing “iron armor” flashing with magic patterns.

Actually, Manolin didn’t want to be so conspicuous, but there was no way. So many people wanted his life, so he couldn’t be careless.

"There are so many artists setting up stalls!"

"Cosimo, look, their paintings are more like yours."

Benjamin pulled Cosimo and pointed at the portraits on the stalls.

Cosimo's face was a little ugly, not because Benjamin said his paintings were not as good as others, but because he felt that his dream of being a painter was shattered.

In fact, Cosimo was quite confident in his painting skills. When he was still in the circus, he thought that when the circus could not survive, he would go to the "City of Art" in Bray to be a painter.

But now that he really came here, he found that the works of those street vendors who were ignored were better than his, which made Cosimo feel incomparable frustration.

Manolin noticed Cosimo's disappointment, patted Cosimo on the shoulder and said:

"You can't use your hobby to challenge other people's skills for a living. You paint just because you like it, but they paint to support their families!"

Who knew that the first person who couldn't hold back after hearing this was the vendor who was setting up a stall.

"Who told you that I sell paintings to support my family? How much money can I make from selling paintings? I do this for art..."

Then the vendor said some difficult words like "Artists are lonely, and only a hundred years later can someone really understand my art."

Manolin felt very embarrassed about talking about others in private and being heard by others, so he quickly apologized to the "painter" who was setting up a stall.

But what made Manolin a little strange was that he was so quiet just now, how could he be heard by this "painter"?

As Manolin's attention shifted to the vendor, he found that the vendor selling paintings was actually a high-level professional.

Although he couldn't tell what the hawker's profession was, Manolin was sure that he was not a [painter].

After all, although this hawker's painting skills were good, there was still a big gap between him and the special attractive paintings drawn by the real [painter] extraordinary person.

"Another guy who is not doing his job properly."

Manolin, who was complaining, completely forgot that he, a [mechanic] who was a doctor, was also a representative of not doing his job properly.

...

After leaving the vendor area, Manolin and his party went straight to the World Commodity Fair in Bray Saint City.

Yes, Manolin gave up the opportunity to earn double experience today. He entered Bray Saint City not to come out and play, but because of the World Commodity Fair held in this city.

Although this so-called World Commodity Fair, because it is held several times a year in various countries in the Old Continent, which makes their fair a bit watery, it is undeniable that this kind of conference is still a good opportunity to promote their products.

And Manolin's main purpose of attending the fair is to promote life-support equipment.

Of course, if there are any good products, he doesn't mind buying some.

Since the World Commodity Fair had already opened, it was quite troublesome for Manolin to set up an exhibition area.

However, with the help of Manolin's money stick, he still got a booth with a good location.

Manolin took out the life-support equipment and various commodities in the secret realm.

Then he said to everyone:

"Fodelo, Toloft, your task in the next ten days is to manage this exhibition area and try to sell more life-support equipment."

Then Manolin did not forget to promise:

"If you work hard, you will not be short of benefits later."

After he finished talking to Fordlo and Toloft, he turned to look at Torres.

"I'll ask you to take care of Cosimo's security work during this period."

"Yes! Make sure to complete the task!"

After Manolin assigned half of the security team to protect the exhibition area, he took the remaining security team and Benjamin to visit the venue.

It must be said that the things sold at this World Commodity Fair are very good.There are so many things, so many things.

From various agricultural products to industrial products; from swimming in the water to flying in the sky; from daily necessities to weapons and cannons, there are all kinds of things.

Manolin pointed at a large-caliber heavy artillery and his face twitched.

"Can a cannon be sold openly?"

"And why does the style of this cannon look familiar? This should be a copy of the weapons produced by my arsenal, right?"

Resisting the desire to complain, Manolin looked forward to check the magic pattern engraved on the cannon. He found that although the appearance of the cannon was copied, the magic pattern was different.

Manolin had some guesses about this. After all, the magic pattern provided by the system is not ordinary. It is difficult for ordinary [mechanics] to manufacture it based on drawings, not to mention copying it based on real objects without drawings.

This difficulty is not ordinary.

So these guys just imitated the mechanical structure but not the magic pattern.

"Bishop? I remember it seems to be one of those guys' companies, right?"

Manolin thought about the name of the company and found that this arms manufacturing company was one of the industries of the Lower House.

"In that case, don't blame me."

Originally, if this company simply copied his drawings, he wouldn't be so angry, nor would he think about dealing with this company.

After all, there are many companies that copy him. If Manolin kills every plagiarist he encounters, he won't have to do anything every day.

But this Bishop company is related to the Lower House, so Manolin has to give him a little trouble.

After all, this can be regarded as a new and old hatred.

Manolin used his powerful memory to remember the styles of all the weapons and products in the Bishop company's exhibition hall.

Then he returned to his own exhibition hall.

"The situation in Toloft and Fordlo has changed. I plan to sell some more products."

Then he took out a pile of various weapons.

If someone carefully observes, they will find that the weapons that Manolin took out correspond to the weapons exhibited by Bishop.

Manolin is going to cause some trouble for Bishop.

Aren't you selling inferior pirated products?

Then I will sell genuine products, and the price is cheaper than the pirated products you sell, just to affect your sales.

However, in this way, the security force of the World Commodity Fair will not be enough, after all, the opponent is an arms company, and he is not surprised by anything.

So Manolin is going to go back and call a few mecha drivers to drive the mecha to protect the exhibition area.

"Cosimo, you drive this mecha to protect the exhibition area first, and I will send your mecha over later."

After speaking, Manolin did not forget to remind:

"Be alert and be careful of the people from Bishop."

"No problem, sir."

After answering, Cosimo entered the vehicle-mounted mecha released by Manolin.

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