Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"Meng, brother Meng, can you heal my grandfather's injury?" Ning Xueshi couldn't believe it, but couldn't help but want to believe it.

Ever since my grandfather was poisoned, I have been seeking medical advice everywhere, and I have exhausted all methods.

But the Purple Crown Viper King is a new species that has just mutated. Most doctors, harvesters and alchemists have never seen it before, so how can they prescribe the right medicine?

The dignified white-haired ghost hand, because the snake venom eroded the nerves, the proud "ghost hand" was abolished, and the "god pupil" that could penetrate the organs of super beasts was destroyed. 90% of the work was done, and it lost its former glory. Was bullied by Xiaoxiao in the circle, saying that he should retire for the elderly.

Now, the intern who popped up on the side of the road...

Before Meng Chao's eyes, a message flashed:

[Do you want to start the first healing mission? 】

[Mission reminder: Resources are the fuel for civilization to advance, and resource collectors are the most important arms of civilization. Healing Ning Shewo will make a certain contribution to the rise of Dragon City]

[Task deadline and reward: After one month, according to the degree of recovery of Ning Shewo's injury, the contribution value ranging from 200 to 2000 will be settled]

"Open!"

Meng Chao likes the elite blame the most, and he said straightforwardly, "I can try it, but the treatment of this unknown snake venom is very troublesome. There is no ready-made antidote formula at all. Maybe I can only find a few messy ideas."

"That's pretty good. I know a thing or two about most of the detoxification formulas, but the current doctors don't even have any ideas." Ning Shewo smiled wryly.

With his contacts, most of the rare medicinal materials can be obtained, and he also has friendship with many senior alchemists, the key is the idea of ​​the formula.

The old man originally wanted to talk about the cost of treatment, but firstly, there was not much cash in the account, and secondly, with his unfathomable background, it would be an insult to take out three to five million yuan.

After pondering for a moment, Ning She and I's eyes lit up: "Meng Xiaoyou just said that he plans to open a resource recycling company?"

"Yes, does Mr. Ning take care of you?" Meng Chao asked half-truthfully.

Ning Shewo smiled and said, "I don't dare to take care of you, but, is Xiaoyou Meng interested in signing a monster harvesting contract with Team Thunder?"

"Thunder?" Meng Chao seemed to have heard the name before.

"Team Thunder was founded by Lei Qianjun, a five-star supernatural 'Fenglei Saber'. Besides him, there are two four-star supernaturals, five three-star supernaturals, and dozens of one-star and two-star supernaturals. Their strength is quite strong and their reputation is well-known. "

Ning Shewo raised his white beard and said, "Last year, they killed 125 super beasts alone, and countless ordinary monsters. There is absolutely no problem with the source of corpses, and the proportion is good. Lei Ting hired me as a Director of resource planning, I can negotiate general contracts."

Meng Chao thought seriously: "My company is still planning, and its technical strength is limited for the time being. Let's not talk about super beasts, but ordinary monsters are fine—it doesn't need to be too many. For a big team like Thunderbolt, just drop a small list through your fingers, and you will be fine." Enough for us to live.

"In this way, the venom sac of the dragon tarantula is not durable, so you should find someone to concoct it first? I'm working on Wufu Road, and it will take a while. You can find someone to collect the materials, so you can come over and talk."

After making up 800,000 round numbers, he transferred the money with his mobile phone, and Meng Chao returned with a full load.

The two grandfathers and grandchildren looked at his back and were very moved.

"Xue Shi, this little friend Meng is not simple, you have a chance to make friends." Ning She said to me.

Ning Xueshi didn't know what to think of, she blushed a little, and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, even if he is really powerful, I don't need to make friends with him!"

"Of course, there are so many young people with profound backgrounds and unique skills in Dragon City. Am I going to let my own granddaughter flatter me?"

Ning Shewo stared, "Technology and background are secondary. I let you make friends with Meng Xiaoyou mainly because of his words."

"Which one?"

"He's not interested in money, he just wants to contribute to society."

"Grandpa, no way, do you believe this kind of nonsense?"

"Hehe, when your grandfather was young, he was known as the 'God's Eyes and Ghost Hands'. My "Test Jade Method" can not only see through the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys of monsters, but also can tell whether he is lying from the subtle changes in the muscles of the face. , although most of the eyes are useless now, but at the age of dozens, can you still not see the depth of a young man?"

Ning Shewo twirled his beard and said, "I don't know if the first part of the sentence 'I'm not interested in money' is true or not, but when Meng Xiaoyou said that he was determined to contribute to society, his eyes shone brightly, and he was definitely sincere."

"Huh?" Ning Xueshi didn't know how many times she was confused.

In this age of monsters and material desires, is there really a strange man who doesn't love money but only loves making contributions?

Seeing Meng Chao's disappearing back, Miss Ning was in a mess.

...

With a huge sum of money in his pocket, Meng Chao walked lightly, with refreshment in every pore.

Thinking of opening the account in front of Dad later, he was stunned and even questioned whether he had done something bad, and he would unravel the mystery without haste, Dad's expression, ha!

Going back to Wufu Road, hey, why is there no one there.

On the contrary, there was a faint arguing sound from the material refrigerated truck.

Shen Rongfa's scream was especially piercing: "280,000, Lao Meng, I'll give you a cheap price!"

Meng Chao shrank his pupils and rushed over.

I saw the reapers clustered behind his father, their heads drooping like frosted eggplants.

Shen Rongfa was like a victorious fighting cock, gesticulating and spitting all over the place.

Two hulking bodyguards brandished tasers behind him, arcs crackling.

"Brother Zhou, what's the matter?"

Meng Chao suppressed his anger and grabbed a reaper.

Zhou Qiankun's wrist was extremely thick, and when Meng Chao pulled it, he still cried out in pain.

"A Chao, you're here." He said with a bitter face, "Your father asked Shen Rongfa to buy the spiritual nerve ball. It seemed that Shen Rongfa was refusing to sell it after asking a high price. It broke."

"what!"

Meng Chao was startled, and looked along the cracks. Sure enough, he saw a hole in the storage device, and the stable fluid flowed all over the floor. After contacting the air, it immediately foamed.

The monster's material was directly exposed to the air, and the shell that was originally crystal clear like a topaz turned slightly black.

The spiritual neurosphere is a very sensitive material, even if it is placed in the stabilizing liquid, it cannot withstand violent bumps and vibrations.

The memory storage can't be completely sealed, otherwise the berserk spiritual energy will have nowhere to vent, and it will become a biochemical bomb at any time.

Improper storage and deterioration of this material is common when harvested.

A spiritual nerve ball in perfect condition can be sold for about 300,000 yuan. Now that the condition has been reduced by two or three levels, it is not bad to sell for 70,000 to 80,000 yuan.

"Wait, what is my dad buying spiritual nerve balls for? Can he afford it?" Meng Chao was a little confused.

Zhou Qiankun looked at him in embarrassment.

Meng Chao understood instantly: "My dad wants to heal my injuries and let me go to college!"

Zhou Qiankun sighed: "It's a mess."

Meng Yishan's eyes were as red as briquettes in the stove, staring blankly at the foam on the ground, but he didn't see his son struggling to squeeze over.

"Lao Meng, give me a quick word." Shen Rongfa said impatiently, "A Xiong and A Bao both saw that you accidentally broke the material."

"This……"

Meng Yishan's mind was in a mess, the picture just a moment ago was spinning like a kaleidoscope, and he clearly remembered that the thing was in Shen Rongfa's hands before he accidentally dropped it on the ground.

But there was no monitoring here, and two bodyguards issued certificates to Shen Rong, and he was still working under his hands.

That's not clear at all.

"dad!"

At this time, Meng Yishan heard his son's voice.

The middle-aged man hummed in his head, and squeezed out an awkward smile, "What are you doing here, go back, it's none of your business here, go to the camp to rest for a while, go, go!"

"What's the matter? We really broke the thing?" Meng Chao stepped forward, supporting his father.

Over his father's shoulder, he stared coldly at the aggressive Shen Rongfa.

The memory fragments of the previous life surged, and some very sharp things stimulated the cells and nerves.

It made him want to knock out all the teeth of Shen's surname with one punch.

Shen Rongfa snorted, and didn't care about the boy who didn't graduate from high school at all.

"A Chao, you can't control this matter." Meng Yishan saw his son's tiger-like eyes, fearing that he would be impulsive, he hurriedly said, "This is a mess."

Meng Chao knew that his father was a man, and he was the most serious and responsible in his work.

If he really broke it, he would never be vague.

Since it is a "confused account", in all likelihood, it is not Dad's fault.

Meng Chao's eyes fell on the side of the refrigerated truck. On a folding table, there were several plates of beautifully packaged self-heating dishes, as well as wine.

When Dad delivered the materials, the person surnamed Shen and the two bodyguards were eating supper.

The first-line harvesters worked hard all night, that is, they ate some gooey high-energy nutrients. These bastards ate well, and their hands were greasy.

Meng Chao knelt on one knee, studying the traces left on the memory case.

Then, he suddenly raised his head and stared at the eyes of the surname Shen.

Shen Rong felt guilty and shivered, the fat on his face trembled.