My doomsday girl army

Half an hour later.

"I don't think we need to talk anymore."

Standing up, Liu Xiaomo walked towards the corner of the room, where there were 10 bags of edible salt.

He wants to take it away, and he won't even give them the opportunity to shoot.

"Wait! Wait sir!

Chen Jing quickly stood up and stepped forward to grab Liu Xiaomo's arm, "Mr. Liu, I think we can discuss it again."

"What else to discuss?"

Liu Xiaomo looked sideways at her, he was almost certain now, the city lord's mansion was afraid of seeing the light of these salts, afraid of seeing the light, that is, afraid of the four major adventure groups to see.

Pursing her lips, Chen Jing looked at the batch of edible salt in the corner of the wall, "I can promise you that after the four major adventure groups leave the city, our city lord's mansion will give priority to supplying all kinds of supplies to your ice group..."

Liu Xiaomo didn't believe in any bullshit promise of the City Lord's Mansion, they must have some ulterior purpose in forcing the four major adventure groups to attack Tianjiang City in disguise.

Such a city lord's mansion, he can't believe it!

"Mr. Liu!"

If you want him to get out of this room today, everything will not be saved! In a hurry, Chen Jing suddenly stepped forward and stopped in front of Liu Xiaomo, she stared at Liu Xiaomo's eyes, Liu Xiaomo was also looking at her...

In this way, the two people looked at each other for more than ten seconds....

"Good! I promise you! "

There is no way to do it now, now this batch of salt must not let him take it, he will definitely go back to the four major adventure groups to sell it!"

"Whatever supplies you want, I promise you will get them tonight!"

Chen Jing stared at Liu Xiaomo categorically, Liu Xiaomo looked at her, it didn't look like a fake, and she also believed that she should have this power.

"I believe you once."

Turning around and sitting on the sofa, according to the price of raw materials in the City Lord's Mansion, Liu Xiaomo wrote on the prepared small book...

"Is your city lord's mansion bought by 30 bullets and 1 gram?"

"Yes! 30 bullets, whatever you want, write it all. Without

sitting back again, Chen Jing stood beside Liu Xiaomo, looking like a broken cauldron.

10 bags of 500 kg of edible salt, 500,000 grams, 30 bullets 1 gram, a total of 15 million....

15 million bullets of supplies!

Today's 15 million materials, Liu Xiaomo only plans to ask for 3 items, 5 million weapons and ammunition, 5 million grain, and the remaining 5 million all exchanged for crystals.

"I'll give you a quota of 5 million, you can take the 5 million bullet roll and go directly to them to exchange it..." Watching

Liu Xiaomo still mark on the paper how many bullets he wanted, the specific number of automatic rifles, and grenades, Chen Jing anxiously reminded him.

"Food too? And crystals..."

Liu Xiaomo looked up at her, and Chen Jing quickly nodded, "I'll open a note for you, you can just take my slip and change it directly!"

"Then you open, 5 million in the arsenal, 5 million in the plantation, and finally 5 million in exchange for crystals."

"Okay! Trouble you to wait..." Returning

to her seat, Chen Jing found a checkbook-like book in her black small bag, wrote 3 sheets on it, tore it off, turned around and handed it to Liu Xiaomo, "There is my signature on it, and the specific amount, you can take a look."

Liu Xiaomo looked at the 3 pieces of paper, Chen Jing's signature, the seal of the trading hall, and the checkbook of the City Lord's Mansion at the beginning... There should be both.

Chen Jing turned around, walked around to the opposite side of the coffee table, gently closed her eyes, and stacks of bullet rolls filled the entire coffee table...

The city lord's mansion is still very intimate, with bullet rolls of various denominations, a total of 15 million.

Looking at these bullet rolls, Liu Xiaomo's heart dropped most of it, put them away one by one, and finally signed the "confidentiality agreement" she took out.

An hour was wasted inside and out, and by this time on the TV screen in the room, tonight's auction had begun.

"Mr. Liu."

10 bags of edible salt were collected into her own space, Chen Jing let out a long sigh of relief, turned back, "I also opened a quota of 5 million bullets for you tonight, Wang Ting, serve this gentleman well..."

Wang Ting, who had been sitting in front of the computer as air, did not even dare to look back, and she was also relieved at this time.

"Mr. Liu, you are busy."

Chen Jing turned around and walked out, and at this time Liu Xiaomo also stood up and followed her out... Hearing the footsteps behind her, Chen Jing paused and turned around, "Mr. Liu, you..."

The auction is not important, Liu Xiaomo wants to store this batch of materials into his own space immediately, otherwise he will not be at ease with anything.

Chen Jing's face changed slightly, "How do you... Not participating in tonight's auction? This

is different from her plan, but she knows that the three pieces of paper she just signed have no real effect, and people's arsenals and plantations will not admit it!"

Other words...... He held those 3 pieces of paper and couldn't lift a grain!

"Don't participate."

Bypassing her, Liu Xiaomo strode out of the door and walked towards the elevator...

Chen Jing stood at the door of room 609, watching Liu Xiaomo enter the elevator, she quickly ran and found her two bodyguards upstairs, "Quick!" You guys will immediately send me to the exchange hall and plantation..." No

matter what, you must hold him back!"

Their own strips can't bring out food, but help themselves drag this guy, this little face, they will still sell to themselves!

This is the plan that Chen Jing has just been forced to come up with helplessly and improvised up.

Drag until the four major adventure groups go out of the city, give him a batch first, and give him the rest slowly....

Anyway, now that this batch of salt is already in its own space, the plan of the old bus generation has been more than half successful.

Drag him down....

Chen Jing was gambling, betting that his edible salt was already in his own, betting that he did not dare to turn his face with himself easily.

Then doing it doesn't do him the slightest good....

......

Main building exchange hall.

After all the 4 work ladies stood at the counter, Liu Xiaomo sat on the chair where the counter went, looked up at them, a little surprised, but didn't think much, just showed them Chen Jing's note, they said "can be exchanged".

Can be redeemed.

After pecking for about ten minutes, Liu Xiaomo wrote down the exchange ratio of 5 million bullet rolls and handed it to one of them.

"Yes sir." The work lady took the piece of paper with both hands, and her face was a little nervous, "But sir, the amount of ammunition you need to exchange, we can't prepare it all for you tonight, you need to count and check..."

Walking

out of the exchange hall, Liu Xiaomo faintly felt that something was wrong, and he quickened his pace in the direction of the plantation...

His bottom line now is fair trade, I don't take advantage of you, and you don't fool me, otherwise....