Steel Steam and Flame

The collector Xenocelis had a brief freeze on his face, but he was immediately melted by a smile. Nothing had happened. When the topic changed, he obviously wanted to direct the conversation between the two to the side that was beneficial to him. "I don’t know what kind of work Mr. Tussos does. Historical scholars? Don’t you think that hiding identities does not respect the transaction between us?"

"This question," Cassia showed a look of embarrassment, turning his head a little, and looking at the female bartender standing aside. Not long ago, a counter was obscured, and her body curve was not clearly seen. The first thing that imprinted in the corner of the eye was a pair of feet wearing wooden slippers, very well-proportioned and delicate, which can be said to be a perfect product poured from a fine mold. The body is also a standard curve with artistic beauty. This is not a body that can be shaped only through maintenance and a good daily diet.

When she turned her head, Cassia glanced at the bartender from the corner of her eye, but she was facing a pair of bright eyes. The other party also watched him unabashedly from the side, hiding well, as perfect as his figure. Until now, Cassia has a noticeable touch.

He didn't show any expression, as if he had just turned his head slightly. In fact, it was Cassia who didn't know what kind of expression he should show to express his apologies for the impolite behavior.

Looking at Xenocelis again, Cassia took his own words: "I think everyone must have the answer in their hearts. Mr. Xenocelis, I just want to come here to trade. Just as you just said, know these things. There are not many, I hope to complete the transaction as soon as possible." Taking out the golden bank card, Cassia looked at Xenocelis sincerely, but couldn't see anything. The experience accumulated by age cannot be broken in a short time.

Xenocelis wanted to answer, staring directly at Cassia, and immediately moved away, looking behind him.

Cassia was vaguely aware, and turned his gaze away, and followed the female bartender who came to the stairs to the back. There were two people standing there, one was middle-aged and the other was very young.

"Senocelis, you didn't act according to the rules just now." The middle-aged man said, looking at Cassia, "Mr. Tussos, I apologize to you for the behavior of his subordinates. I will do it next time. Your deal."

Xenocelis got up and left the table and stood beside the female bartender. His prestige disappeared suddenly, like dust washed away by heavy rain, and he was silent.

"Zimmer." The man said his name, he immediately stretched out his hand to open the box, and the third and fifth volumes of "Ancient Ruins" lay quietly in it, "We are not those in the dark world thinking about black People who eat black, as we have a strong desire for knowledge, we have strong self-control in doing things." Cassia nodded, and when handing over the bank card, she took the opportunity to change a posture, and her body tightened appropriately.

"Ni Liya." It is the name of the bartender. Ni Liya brought a portable machine, but it was as big as a black box. It was a portable transfer machine issued by a golden bank. It relied on a combination of radio and two-way password to complete the circulation of money.

When the indicator light on the machine flashed, Cassia retracted the card, took the box pushed by Zimmer, picked up the remaining bullets on the table, and loaded them into the drum.

"I don't know if Mr. Tussos is interested in staying and talking." Zimmer watched Cassia's fluent movement and said, Ni Liya walked from the side at this time, and there was already a thick folder in her hand, which was placed in two. In the middle.

"As said by Xenocelis, there are not many people who know and are interested in it, and will spend time studying them. As the real owners of these books, I think we have not only It is the same interest, or the same interest, and,,, and goals." Zimmer opened the middle folder, turned to the last few pages, turned and pushed to Cassia.

Above is a list of names, most of them appear dark gray. Cassia usually uses his surname "Tusos" for activities, and the three fonts are sandwiched between these dark gray names, because the pure black can be found at a glance.

"The gray font means that the assessment is unqualified and is the person excluded by us."

"Does exclusion mean death?" Cassia asked, "like the people who used to trade with you on my behalf."

"No, no, not all of them are." Zimmer said with a smile. He didn't care. He had answered this question many times. "Some are just warnings. Many of them are alive. It's just because of hypnosis and drugs. The reason, I will forget some things about coming to the pub. If Mr. Tussos has any questions, you can choose any of the gray names in this document, and we can provide you with detailed addresses for you to identify them Is it intact."

"And here I want to ask for your forgiveness for the tricks in our tavern, but please believe that we are not malicious." Cassia knew that Zimmer was talking about hallucinogens mixed in the air. "You can treat him as our single In terms of testing, the result was over-qualified."

"Living this way should be more uncomfortable than death."

"Mr. Tussos, we all have the same kind of biological organization. You must know the rules in this circle. I believe our thoughts are roughly the same. And we will not interfere with their lives, just for privacy and safety. ."

"Allow me to ask a question." Zimmer asked for Cassia's consent. He didn't want to spend too much time on boring questions.

"I don't seem to have any other choice." Cassia put away the dagger and looked around. There were eight people in total, completely surrounding him and Zimmer.

Zimmer ignored Cassia’s words and smiled: “I don’t know what Mr. Tussos thinks about the information, whether it’s useful, how it’s delivered, or the benefits it gets.”

"It is roughly divided into the source of information~www.ltnovel.com~, the transmission medium and the receiving target. As long as the intermediate processing is done properly, you can rely on the information to form a network and capture what you want to acquire." Cassia replied, flipping through a few pages of documents. All densely packed are names. He said another sentence in his heart at the same time, which he has always worried about, "I am the thing captured, or one of them."

"Education is a good thing, and the original sentence in the textbook can indeed give full marks to it. If the information can be used properly, such as a little control of the source, then it will only need to spend very little effort to make it in the circle and field you want. In this way, the information will not be out of control after the explosion, nor will it become a pool of stagnant water. Items have their owners, and gradually, the concept of'audience' is born, called'specific acceptance' The person' will be better understood. Finally, with some means of screening, it can indeed achieve the result that Mr. Tussos just said-get what you want."

Cassia thought of Shake and her grandfather Du Lisen, that is a medium of information transmission, which completed the role of information transmission unconsciously. Although it will take a long time, Cassia doesn't think that Zimmer in front of him or something behind him will lack time.

When Cassia looked over again, Zimmer continued with what he had just said. He had a lot of patience: "And Mr. Tussos, you are what we want to seek, as a person with common interests, goals or interests."

Without a positive answer, Cassia thought for a while and wanted to ask: "May I know the relationship between Perkins? Kiris and you?"

"Of course, as a small family, my full name is Zimmer Kiris. This way, it should be able to answer some of the questions in your heart, Mr. Tussos."

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