Boss, she asks for money to save people

Chapter 142 1.142
Click on the Dao of the Cultivator Forum, the column of market transactions.

The three ordinary orange soul souls that classmate Ji Mo hung up yesterday were snapped up in seconds when they went online, and they were already sold out.

The little guy went up to three yuan again today, and was seconded again.

Now I have received several private messages, tentatively asking if she still has the goods in hand, and if there are, they want to buy them all.

Classmate Ji Mo thought to himself: These few must be the heads of aristocratic families, otherwise it would be impossible for them to be so rich and know the market.

Before the vitality recovers, first raise the strength of some members of the family to the middle level of restraining energy, one step faster, and the strength of the family will naturally rise to a higher level.

Ji Mo clicked on the private message list.

Great Mongol Warrior: Dude, do you still have the goods?Tell me how much you have and make a price.

All-in-one card: Hello, I have been following you for two days. I want to buy how many souls you have.

Baixue family: Old iron, the quality of the orange soul is good, is there any more?
Old man: Girl, can you sell all the souls left in your hands to grandpa?The price is negotiable.Grandpa is willing to buy all the souls for a price of one hundred thousand yuan.

Classmate Ji Mo, who doesn't see rabbits or hawks, immediately clicked on the old man's chat box: Hello, grandpa.

A message came from the old man very quickly, an excited emoji.

Old man: Girl, how much soul do you have?
Ji Mo: 994 yuan

Old man:! !
The profile picture of the old man is that of an old man who turned his back to practice Tai Chi. Although he couldn't see his face, he could tell from the back of his tall and straight body that he must be a practitioner.

It is estimated that it is the master, and it should not be someone who is here to fool Momobao.

The old man paused for a while, and then quickly sent two lines of words: I am willing to pay [-] yuan for a piece of Yuanpo old man.

Can you sell them all to grandpa?

Ji Mo couldn't help laughing wildly a few times, his sleepy little face suddenly brightened up.

This guy jumped out of bed, ran back and forth in the room twice, rushed to the phone, and replied with a word: yes
Of course, the original [-] turned into [-], and the money I earned doubled in an instant, hahaha!

Those who are at the forefront of the times are indeed more likely to make money.

One hundred thousand pieces of orange soul.

Momo counted with her fingers, her small face turned into a flowery smile.

Oh my god, I didn't expect that she would become a multi-millionaire in just a few seconds.

After getting rid of the 50 capital, this batch of freshly baked orange souls actually made her more than 9000 million yuan, oh my god~
Old man: I will give you a 2000 million deposit first, and put the money into your virtual account.Where do you think we should trade better?

Ji Mo: Tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, the new generation square.When the time comes, you can see a spirited guy in black sportswear and a monkey mask sitting next to the fountain in the square, that's me.

Grandpa: ...

Are you not a girl?Then my old man called you a girl for a long time, why didn't you refute it, what a strange thing!
Grandpa: OK!If you see an old man in his 50s wearing a Bajie mask, that's me.

The two of them once again confirmed the time and place to trade people, and then Ji Mo closed the Xiuzhe Dao forum.

The old man cursed inwardly: Why does it feel a bit like... an illegal underground transaction, it's so funny to be sneaky.

Miss Ji didn't even bother to play games anymore, she happily walked around the house twice, bouncing around.

Qin Yun knocked on the door, came in and asked, "Let's go out to eat. I'm going to meet a friend in the afternoon."

(End of this chapter)