MTL - Gamers of the Underworld-v2 Chapter 595 Trouble with a cup of **** chrysanthemum tea

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One magic stone once, two hundred magic stones?

As soon as the signboard came out, it immediately attracted a large number of players and local residents of the underground city of Venice to come and watch.

But someone immediately said:

"Are there really two hundred magic stones? Or are they deceptive?"

Indeed, there are a total of one hundred jars. If there are two hundred magic stones in it, wouldn't this person steadily lose one hundred magic stones?

Players need not say, absolutely not stupid, indigenous people are not stupid, at first glance I feel a little nasty.

But the player took out a lot of notes, and then unrolled them one by one, most of them were blank, but there was indeed a note with the words "200 magic stone" on it.

In addition to this, there are even other papers with other prizes, such as [5 magic stone] [1 magic stone], of course, 1 magic stone is the most.

After the show, the player tucked these notes into the jar generously.

Soon a bald Goblin jumped out of the crowd and shouted:

"I come!"

The bald head quickly took out a magic stone. Although there were a lot of magic stones, he did not seem to feel the slightest distress, and soon gave it to the stall owner player.

The man picked a jar, smashed it with a hammer, and with a crisp sound, he saw that jar was smashed and crushed, and a small note was quickly taken out of the jar.

It says "20 magic stone rewards".

The Aborigines blew up on the spot.

"My God, is there really a magic stone reward?"

"Isn't it deceiving?"

"I thought it was a liar!"

"Is this man evil?"

"No, you can see that there are so many jars behind him. It would not be a loss if he gave them all."

Although the aborigines sounded very excited, the players were more or less spoiled.

Who doesn't know what this player is doing? The genius is just acting, that's just trust.

They are trying to make money from the indigenous people!

That ’s not okay, we ca n’t be slow, because the money of the aboriginal people who are late is all gone by them!

As soon as players saw such a rich opportunity, they ran faster than rabbits. Soon, the jars in the dungeon of the eternal kingdom were almost sold out.

In the dungeon of Venice, smashing the jars can only be regarded as players trying out their skills. What is really urgent is what the businessmen are facing next.

When players provide more thoughtful and cheaper services than they do, the goods produced are not worse.

The most important thing is that players will make a living, what membership card, on-site service, buy one get one free, that is more slippery than anyone else.

Soon, merchants in Venice were aware of unprecedented pressure.

At this moment, in the main hall of the city of Venice, the new owner, Alexander, the son of the Duke, looked at the envelopes on the table in front of them, all of which came from the report letters and help letters provided by each door.

Most of the content is about the players from the dungeons of the eternal kingdom, which seriously disrupted the order of the market.

But Alexander didn't mean to deal with these letters, they just set them aside and waited for the dust to fall.

There was a goblin steward standing on the side, looking quite shrewd and capable, holding a stack of documents in his hand, thinking about things that needed to be dealt with everyday in Venice.

"... Dongcheng's transformation plan has been put on the agenda. According to the agreement with the merchant alliance, we will be responsible for the entire cost of Dongcheng ..."

The goblin was still saying this, but Alexander had raised his hand, interrupted the goblin's words, and then asked:

"If it's all next, don't say more." Alexander said:

"How is that going?"

"What does Alexander mean?"

"A gift for Lord Sherlock."

After Alexander said it, the goblin showed a sudden realization, and then smiled and said:

"Master Alexander is assured that he is ready."

Alexander nodded and said:

"Hurry up, Lord Sherlock, it seems to have noticed."

"I know."

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On the streets of Venice, there are players with green characters on their heads.

This is a very common occurrence for the indigenous people of Venice.

Even in many places, there are already shops opened by these players.

For example, in a coffee shop and other cafés, the shop with the words [猫 尿 咖啡] on it was opened by the players of the Pioneer Alliance.

Except for the local tyrant guild, no other guild has the ability to open a shop in such a prosperous area.

Sherlock wore a gray robe, made a little disguise, and walked into the shop with a black dragon dog egg.

The employees in the store are all players of the eternal country dungeons. Whether it is service attitude or freshness, that is far beyond the indigenous people of the underground world.

You know, the indigenous people have no service attitude. If you need to change a cup of tea, most of their answers are:

"Hah? Are you Shakespeare missing the character or something? Isn't this tea good? What? You say there's something dirty in the tea? Do you know protein? Free protein!

This is probably the case, and the shops that players open will be:

"Sorry, we will give you a discount on this meal. Besides, there are coupons here, please take it away."

It feels like a spring breeze, it really makes people ... don't want to come at all.

At least Sherlock did not see any inhabitants of the underground world enter the shop opened by the players.

It's okay to say if it is a sale transaction, but in the service industry, obviously the players have not touched the coolness of the indigenous people in the underground world, it is not because you have a good word that they will feel happy.

"I see. This is probably similar to those who were scolded in the Zu'an area, those who were scolded by dogs and sent horses, still willing to continue to play in this area!"

After seeing the shop deserted, Black Dragon Dog Egg said so speculatively, but the black cat pineapple on the side shook his head and said:

"There is still a difference. How many players in Zu'an District still hold me in case I can funer your horse? In this mood, the residents of the underground world are simply sending horses."

Sherlock didn't listen to them discussing these issues. He pressed the bell and said:

"Trouble with a cup of **** chrysanthemum tea."

Soon someone ran over in a maid outfit, rain tea.

Just Goblin in a maid costume ...

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