Thriller: Play as Gojo Satoru and obtain the Ghost Corps

The county where Lin Bei is located is called Taocheng. It is said that this small county used to make money by wholesale peaches.

But in the past ten years, for some reason, the taste of peaches in Taocheng suddenly began to become extremely sour, and the merchants began to dislike Taocheng wholesale peaches.

So the economy of Taocheng has become weaker in the past two years, and many young people have left here to find jobs in other cities.

This is equivalent to a vicious cycle. The less young people there are, the more decadent the economy of this city will become.

However, the top leaders of Taocheng have no good solution for this, and the transformation is not so good, so Taocheng can only be left hanging like this.

In the county of Taocheng, Lin Bei is discussing the price of gunpowder with the owner of the fireworks store.

"Hey, boss, how much is the black gunpowder here?"

The owner of the fireworks store is a bald man with a strong back and a face full of flesh.

There is also a full back tattoo on his back.

I heard that the owner of this fireworks shop was a smuggler when he was young, selling arms and shotgun bullets.

This fireworks shop is just a cover.

Otherwise, no one comes to buy fireworks every day. Why does he eat so well every day when the business is so bad?

Fish and meat every day?

But this is the kind of shop Lin Bei wants.

If he finds a normal and peaceful fireworks shop, the owner may not dare to sell him black gunpowder.

By the way, the fireworks and firecrackers in this world are almost self-sufficient, that is to say, these fireworks shops sell almost all fireworks made by themselves.

So it is normal for them to have black gunpowder for sale.

The laws in this world are far less strict than those on the earth in Lin Bei's previous life, and the level of technological development is relatively low.

You can't play software like Bing Xixi. Besides, if you want to make a fortune with Bing Xixi, you have to have a mobile phone.

One hundred thousand ghost shadow troops, based on a mobile phone of one thousand yuan, the investment alone requires one hundred million.

The money earned from playing Bingxixi is not enough to buy a mobile phone.

Big investment, small return.

And the most important point is that there are no smart phones in this world! None!

And selling the darts of the Ghost Corps Ninjas to make money, how much is a steel label worth?

Even if the broken steel is one dollar per pound, a steel label weighs one pound, right?

Ten hundred thousand Ghost Ninjas each have ten steel labels, so all the steel labels add up to only one million?

Not to mention finding buyers willing to purchase so many steel labels.

So after all the calculations, isn’t it still the safest and most profitable to let the Ghost Corps work!

Forget about moving bricks, jobs that can show your face are not suitable for the Ghost Corps Ninjas.

They are dressed in black and you can tell at a glance that they are not good people, not to mention the two red eyeballs on their heads like light bulbs.

So the most suitable job at present is to rent a factory for the Ghost Corps Ninjas to work.

Convenient and affordable, safe and hidden, a lot of money!

And now Lin Bei has successfully put it into operation!

Workers like the Ghost Corps are hardworking, obedient and disciplined, can work 24 hours a day, do not need to eat, do not need to sleep, and do not even need to go to the toilet.

It is simply the ecstasy of capitalists●●.

You don't even need to breathe air, you can create wealth for yourself day and night.

It is simply perfect to the extreme.

The owner of the fireworks store sat on the bench, looking up at the tall and handsome man with white hair and small-frame sunglasses in front of him.

He took a sip of tea and responded: "Ten yuan per kilogram, no delivery."

After hearing the price, Lin Bei touched his chin.

This boss is quite easy to talk to, and he didn't ask what he bought the black powder for.

Yes, I, Lin Bei, like this kind of generous boss!

"It's too expensive, boss. Five yuan a kilogram!"

The boss sitting on the ground looked at Lin Bei with a look of disgust after hearing what he said, as if he was saying to Lin Bei: "Are you serious? Don't bother me while I'm resting. If you don't want to buy, get out!"

Facing the boss's death stare, Lin Bei raised his lips slightly and smiled.

"Boss, don't rush to refuse. I want to order ten tons of black gunpowder first!" After saying that, Lin Bei maintained his smile and pushed his small-framed sunglasses with his fingers.

After hearing what Lin Bei said, the fireworks store owner looked even weirder, and even felt a little angry.

Just as the fireworks store owner was reading the skill of accumulating anger value.

A stack of red banknotes was thrown directly in front of him.

The bundle of hundred-yuan bills was smashed by Lin Bei on the small wooden table, making a muffled sound with the smell of money.

Because Lin Bei's grandfather had saved a lot of cash before he died, Lin Bei is now almost free of money. Apart from other things, Lin Bei can still take out hundreds of thousands of yuan.

Hmm, hm? Hmm!!!

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The owner of the fireworks store was silenced by Lin Bei's bomb operation.

"Fuck! Is this kid really not kidding me? Is he really going to buy so much black powder?"

The bald boss looked at the stack of red banknotes on the wooden table and his eyes almost popped out.

Wow, so generous?

The owner of the fireworks store thought that this kid was here to tease him.

Unexpectedly, Lin Bei was serious!

Lin Bei looked at the dull-looking fireworks shop owner and asked with a smile: "Boss, are you going to sell it or not?"

Although the bald boss was shocked, he quickly recovered his emotional state.

"Well, I will sell it, of course, but the price of five yuan per kilogram is too low. One kilogram of black powder costs at least eight yuan."

Lin Bei "Five and a half yuan, will you sell it?"

Fireworks shop owner: "Seven yuan, the lowest!"

Lin Bei: "Then six yuan, don't talk about it anymore."

Fireworks shop owner: "Six and a half yuan, the lowest limit!"

Lin Bei: "Deal, but I need it delivered to my door!"

The fireworks shop owner thought for a while and agreed.

"Okay, deal!"

After some discussion, the two finally reached a cooperation.

Moreover, the fireworks shop owner did not ask Lin Bei what he wanted to buy these black powder for.

Anyway, I am just a fireworks seller. What does this black powder have to do with me? Anyway, people pay for it. . .

This shows that the laws and government controls here are still relatively loose.

The social environment is still quite chaotic, a bit like Hong Kong in the 1980s, with various civil organizations and gangs still existing in every corner of society.

And this shop owner should not be selling black powder for the first time, otherwise he would not be as skilled and calm as today.

After the discussion, Lin Bei left here after paying the deposit.

In order to fire the bullets of the pistol, it must be supported by gunpowder.

And black powder can just be used as the raw material for bullet firing.

Although black powder is not Lin Bei's best choice, it is simple to make, so simple that it can be made by folk workshops, and it is also relatively easy to buy.

So black powder is Lin Bei's best choice at present.

After completing the purpose of coming to the city this time, Lin Bei is relieved that the mission is completed.

After completing the mission, Lin Bei wandered aimlessly on the street.

Due to the sluggish economy of Taocheng, almost all the people living in the city are old people and children, and it is almost difficult to meet some young people in their prime.

In order to make money and have a better future, those young people with dreams have gone to more prosperous cities to develop.

Even if some couples get married here, most of them leave their children here to be looked after by their grandparents, and the couple works outside all year round to make money to support the family.

There is no other way. Cities that are too poor and too backward economically cannot retain young people.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the sunset falls on the streets of the county town.

Half of the vendors on the road have closed their doors. With less traffic, there will naturally not be much business. With less business, they close early.

Lin Bei is walking on the street at this time, bathing in the orange-red glow, enjoying the beautiful time that belongs to him alone.

"Let's go, on the path between the graves~~, the tribute in front of the grave is my dinner~~ A crow and a plague rat are on the grave~~ The skull in the coffin is a urinal for getting up at night~~"

(Ding! The host's behavior is consistent with Gojo Satoru's behavior! The role-playing index is increased by 99!)

(Currently Gojo Satoru's role-playing progress has reached 3.8%)

Originally, there were few people on the street, and with Lin Bei's creepy singing, the street seemed even more gloomy and terrifying.

Just as Lin Bei was singing vigorously and indulging in his own world, the compass in his pocket suddenly began to tremble!

Damn it! I won't encounter a weird again!

After feeling the vibration of the compass in his pocket, Lin Bei immediately opened his six eyes!

After Lin Bei's exploration, he has almost understood the function of this compass.

This compass is similar to a scanning device. Whenever it approaches a weirdness, the compass itself will tremble.

And the pointer on the compass will also show the general direction of the surrounding weirdness, and the middle part of the compass will also display the weird data and information.

While keeping an eye on the surroundings, Lin Bei quickly took out the compass from his pocket.

The compass needle pointed to a remote alley next to the street.

Lin Bei's blue eyes narrowed slightly under his sunglasses.

Then, Lin Bei held the compass in one hand and began to walk towards the direction pointed by the compass needle in a very vigilant state.

The alley was narrow, damp and dark, and the afterglow of the setting sun could not shine in at all.

This alley was a dead end, and at the end of the alley were many broken wastes, wooden boards, plastic bags, and some damaged construction waste.

The humid environment made many mosses and low green plants grow in the dark corners of this alley.

Lin Bei slowly stepped into this dark alley, and the dark environment here could not affect Lin Bei who had opened the six eyes at all.

However, the air in this alley was very humid, with a faint smell of grass and rotten soil.

In Lin Bei's vision, he finally found the source of the compass's trembling.

It was a child wearing a small red cape, a small red hat, with wisps of golden hair hanging down in front of his chest, and his hands wrapped around his body.

He knelt on a piece of stall cloth spread on the ground, and the small stall was filled with pieces of green grass leaves in small transparent bags.

Lin Bei looked closely and found that the grass leaves in the transparent plastic bags were all four-leaf clovers!

The little red hat on the ground slowly raised her head after seeing Lin Bei coming.

She asked Lin Bei softly: "Hello, big brother with white hair, do you need to buy a piece of luck?"