I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

"Well, I know, I'll just mess around first." Wang Zijia said.

Xu Chenglin looked at Wang Zijia and waved his hand: "Okay, just understand the importance. How much do you want to borrow? I don't have more. I don't have the ability of your father. That gold-eating beast of mine is going to eat me up." ”

"Is it okay to take a look at the ten methods of money?" Wang Zijia tried to ask.

Xu Chenglin's brows twitched slightly, and he immediately shook his head and said: "No, no, this is a year's worth of monthly money. Old man, I don't have that much savings. At most five francs!"

"Lu Xun really didn't lie. If you want to open the window, just remove the roof first!" ’

Wang Zijia's expression remained unchanged and he immediately replied: "Thank you so much, Mr. Xu!"

"Then just wait for me and I'll go home and get it for you. I don't have that much money." Xu Chenglin said. He didn't have a single dharma coin with him. Among the warehouse boys among them, Wang Zijia was probably the only one who would carry dharma coins with him.

"Okay! I'll wait."

Xu Chenglin is also the second generation of a handyman. His father is a serious handyman of the sect, the kind who retired from the sect and was sent abroad. He is a mortal who handed over his body and took over.

Therefore, the courtyard where his family lives is considered to be on the edge of the inner city, not too far from here.

Not long after Wang Zijia finished his shift, Xu Chenglin came back with the money. He carefully handed the five money to Wang Zijia and told him: "Your father is gone and there are no elders in the family. You can get it yourself." "Take it easy and don't be fooled."

"Thank you, Mr. Xu, I know!" Wang Zijia replied.

Mr. Xu warned him a few more words before turning and leaving.

Wang Zijia, gasping for money in his pocket, went to the warehouse to get forty portions of spiritual materials, but did not take them away immediately. He put it in the warehouse for the time being, touched the remaining two farthings, and left the shop.

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After a while, Wang Zijia came to Wentian Pavilion again.

As soon as he entered the door this time, Wang Zijia said in a familiar manner: "Buy, number 11!"

The clerk who was about to receive him paused slightly, and then said with a smile: "Okay, please be patient."

Wang Zijia came to a familiar room. When the middle-aged Confucian scholar appeared, he looked at Wang Zijia, paused for a moment before entering the room, and then made an introduction, saying: "Wentian Pavilion, Xun Liang!"

"Wang Zijia!" Wang Zijia said equally succinctly.

"What do you want to buy this time, fellow Daoist Wang?" Xun Liang didn't talk any more and just went straight to the topic.

"I need a black market in the city, or a trading circle for casual cultivators," Wang Zijia asked.

"Fifteen dharma money!" Xun Liang replied.

"Um, why is it so expensive?" Wang Zijia asked in confusion.

Xun Liang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "Did someone make a mistake?"

Wang Zijia also thought for a moment in surprise, and then suddenly said: "Well, I didn't express myself clearly. I don't want information about the whole city, I want to go shopping."

Xun Liang glanced at Wang Zijia and said, "One method of money."

Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief, after all, he only had two dollars in his pocket.

He reached out and took out a coin and handed it to the other party.

After the other party took the money, he took off the paper and pen from the side and quickly wrote down a lot of information.

"This is the safest dark market in the city with no entry requirements. I've also attached the entry method." Xun Liang handed the note to Wang Zijia and warned:

"Although they are the safest places, they are also relative. The safety I am referring to is not just personal safety. If you want to buy or sell goods, you need to be careful."

"Understood!" Wang Zijia nodded.

"Is there anything else?" Xun Liang asked.

Wang Zijia shook his head decisively. If he asked again, he would really have no money!

Xun Liang only made one penny, but he was not discouraged and said with a smile: "Then I look forward to our next meeting."

"It's better to say goodbye. It's better not to see you. My pocket is cleaner than my face. If I say goodbye, I won't be bankrupt, but it's time to beg." Wang Zijia said with a wry smile.

"Haha!" Xun Liang paused, then laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Wang is really interesting!"

Compared to the last formulaic transaction, the two of them were obviously more relaxed this time.

When Wang Zijia left Wentian Pavilion, she looked back. Touching the dollar in his pocket, he felt a little envious.

This kind of information trading is cost-effective, but it can make money much faster than these hard-working people. However, ordinary people, even ordinary sects, cannot do this business, and it is easy to break into the business!

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He turned back to the warehouse where he worked, took the materials, and returned home.

After dinner, Wang Zijia began to process the materials. In fact, he was proficient in super magic and could already directly use spiritual materials to cast spells.

But in order to increase the possibility of success even a little bit, it is worth his efforts. On the one hand, it will help increase the value of skills, and on the other hand, it will be poor.

He is almost going crazy because of poverty. He can travel all over the world for just one dollar. Find out!

After processing the materials, Wang Zijia began to carefully cast the spell.

This time Wang Zijia cast the spell, he felt that it was different from yesterday. Even with the innate Qi, Wang Zijia did not have any difficulty in casting the spell. It came naturally, easily and smoothly.

He even consumed seven materials in a row before he was exhausted and exhausted.

After spending most of an hour meditating and recovering my mana, I started making spell cards again.

He started working around six o'clock in the evening, working intermittently, and in six or seven hours, Wang Zijia finished processing more than 40 pieces of materials.

A total of twenty-seven spell cards were obtained, with a success rate of nearly 70%. It is much higher than the 60% theory of master level, and the value of skills has increased a bit, so it is not in vain that he has spent so much effort.

Adding the 5 spell cards from yesterday, there are 32 cards in total, which should be able to sell for at least six cents, and he will start to make a profit and alleviate his serious fiscal deficit!

After collecting the things, he found that it was already midnight.

After thinking for a moment, he moved the spell cards, production tools, etc. back into the secret room and put them in the treasure chest.

Then Wang Zijia did not go back to sleep, but changed into a tight outfit and quietly floated out of the yard. He turned into a shadow, avoided the patrols, and strolled around the city.

There was no specific goal, and the general direction was moving around the general direction of yesterday's battle.

At this time in the past, various night markets should have gradually quieted down. But today, more shops closed early, but the streets were not quiet. There were especially many patrol teams.

Wang Zijia wandered for a while and found several battlefields of law enforcement teams, but there was no possibility of picking up bargains.

Out of caution, Wang Zijia could only retreat in the end.

Suddenly, when passing a dark alley, Wang Zijia felt that his breath was obviously different and stopped quietly.

The whole alley was quiet, and there were no lights in the courtyards on both sides of the alley. It seemed that everyone had already rested.

Wang Zijia came to a courtyard wall according to his senses, and carefully felt it for a moment before he took a deep breath and climbed over the wall to float into the courtyard.

"Click, click..."

After entering the courtyard, Wang Zijia heard a few subtle sounds, like mice stealing food.