Metro Line 0.
Before coming to Beijing, Jiang Chen had never heard of this word, but when he saw the introduction of Metro Line 0 in the booklet, he gradually became interested.
It is not to dig such a whole subway line at a depth of hundreds of meters. The things stored inside should be at least not cheaper than a war storage channel.
The keyword "The legacy of Pan-Asian cooperation in the article" has successfully attracted his attention.
Of course, no matter how interested he was, he did not take a photo immediately.
Although he is not short of money, he can't be a sucker, right?
No one can guarantee that the ID card is a real ID card, and the legendary Line 0 really exists.
It was not until the 001 box opposite that he shouted the high price of 5,000 Asian crystals that he completely dispelled Jiang Chen's concerns and boldly bought the card.
If Wan Peng knew that it was he who offered a high price to suppress others, strengthening Jiang Chen's determination to take this ID card, and I wonder if he would suffer internal injuries.
You know, when the 076 box called for 10,000 Asian crystals, he took out 20,000 Asian crystals without hesitation.
In the end, he was directly beaten to death by Jiang Chen's 50,000 Asian crystals...
After leaving the auction venue from the VIP channel outside the VIP room, Jiang Chen was about to walk towards the elevator, but saw a middle-aged man walking towards him.
Standing in front of Jiang Chen, the middle-aged man spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.
Can you speak with one step?
Not available.
Without even looking at him, Jiang Chen walked towards the elevator.
The expression on the middle-aged man's face froze and he watched Jiang Chen pass by him.
Although he had expected that he might hit a wall here, he did not expect that he would be rejected so simply, without even leaving any sympathy.
Seeing that Jiang Chen was about to get on the elevator, thinking of the task assigned by the boss, the middle-aged man hurried forward and stopped Jiang Chen in front of him, with a smile on his face.
He was blocked by the middle-aged man, and Jiang Chen raised his eyelids slightly upwards, and he only looked up and down at this time.
Sanqi's hairstyle, a gray suit with a black tie and black leather shoes...
If this was not the end of the world, Jiang Chen would definitely regard this guy as a seller of insurance.
Dare you ask your surname?The middle-aged man asked, clearing his throat.
Jiang Chen was too lazy to pay attention to him, but suddenly he thought of something, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he spoke.
Lu Fan, my name.
Lu Fan?The middle-aged man frowned slightly and carefully passed the name in his mind. He found that there was no one who could match the name and face. So he couldn't help but feel a little contempt and said lightly in an undeniable tone, "My boss invites you to have some tea."
oh?Who is your boss?Jiang Chen smiled slightly, am I very familiar with him?
Fang Peng, Manager Fang.The middle-aged man's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the arrogance of being a big shot came naturally. Have you heard of the Survivors League?The Ping An Street under your feet has the shares of that adult.If I advise you to know your appearance...
Jiang Chenyun smiled lightly.
so what?
The expression on the middle-aged man's face gradually became gloomy.
you mean?Are you planning to reject our boss’ invitation?
When did I show interest?Jiang Chen said lightly.
The middle-aged man suddenly smiled, and the gloom on his face disappeared, instead he looked at the dead.
OK, very good.
Just as I was talking, the elevator also arrived.
The middle-aged man took the initiative to retreat aside, made a gesture to the elevator, and looked at Jiang Chen with a sinister smile on his face.
I hope Mr. Lu will not regret today's choice.
Soon you will understand what the outcome will be if you take something you shouldn’t have and reject someone you shouldn’t have to refuse.
Of course, if you regret it now, hand over that ID card, you can't say it's right.
However, Jiang Chen didn't even look at him and walked into the elevator.
That contemptuous gesture was as if he was just an insignificant ant, and even a waste of time to take a look.
The elevator door closed, and a sinister smile froze on the middle-aged man's face, gradually twisting.
A cloud of anger surged from his heart and destroyed his reason.
Damn it!
He punched hard on the wall, and the middle-aged man's chest was undulating violently, and he cursed with gritting his teeth.
The pedestrians passing by were casting curious eyes at him.
Look at you, numb!
He drank a person looking at him with his eyes. The middle-aged man took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, glanced left and right, tidied up his collar in a hurry, and left hurriedly.
……
It was still the VIP private room. Wan Peng sat at the mahogany table, while savoring the fragrant tea he asked for from NAC, while watching the crowds in the venue.
The beauty behind her had silky eyes, and her seductive green onion fingers gently rolled on his shoulders.
Although he did not take any photos of anything, the beautiful sign-holder behind him did not dare to look down on him at all.
It's not because of anything else, just because his name is Wan Peng.
Even when her manager Ma Qianjun came here, he had to call Brother Wan respectfully and take the initiative to offer tea to him.
Gradually, the auction is coming to an end.
Good things emerged one after another, and the transaction prices hit new highs, but compared with the previous large-scale investment of 50,000 sub-crystals, it was still much inferior.
When an N20 military-powered armor was bought by a survivor force in the East District of Beijing for 40,000 sub-crystals, it ended the entire auction.
He knocked on the door and walked into the private room. The middle-aged man who had previously contacted Jiang Chen walked to the boss with a shameful look on his face and lowered his head.
boss.
Wan Peng said lightly.
What's the situation?
That kid is quite uncooperative.The middle-aged man looked indignant. I had invited him sincerely, but he did not give him any face.Later I showed your name, but not only did he not recognize him, he also...
Instead?With his eyebrows raised, Wan Peng asked as he looked at his subordinates.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, pretended to be frustrated, and said jealously.
Instead, he sneered disdainfully, saying what you are...
Speaking of this, the middle-aged man dared not say anything, and stood there timidly and stopped talking.
After listening to his subordinates' words, Wan Peng not only did not get angry, but instead smiled casually.
Haha, is that?
Boss... The middle-aged man asked nervously, look at this...
There are two ways to solve the problem on the wasteland. One is to use the crystal to buy it from them. As for this second... Wan Peng picked up the teacup and took a sip of the light tea, and took it from their bodies.
Before coming to Beijing, Jiang Chen had never heard of this word, but when he saw the introduction of Metro Line 0 in the booklet, he gradually became interested.
It is not to dig such a whole subway line at a depth of hundreds of meters. The things stored inside should be at least not cheaper than a war storage channel.
The keyword "The legacy of Pan-Asian cooperation in the article" has successfully attracted his attention.
Of course, no matter how interested he was, he did not take a photo immediately.
Although he is not short of money, he can't be a sucker, right?
No one can guarantee that the ID card is a real ID card, and the legendary Line 0 really exists.
It was not until the 001 box opposite that he shouted the high price of 5,000 Asian crystals that he completely dispelled Jiang Chen's concerns and boldly bought the card.
If Wan Peng knew that it was he who offered a high price to suppress others, strengthening Jiang Chen's determination to take this ID card, and I wonder if he would suffer internal injuries.
You know, when the 076 box called for 10,000 Asian crystals, he took out 20,000 Asian crystals without hesitation.
In the end, he was directly beaten to death by Jiang Chen's 50,000 Asian crystals...
After leaving the auction venue from the VIP channel outside the VIP room, Jiang Chen was about to walk towards the elevator, but saw a middle-aged man walking towards him.
Standing in front of Jiang Chen, the middle-aged man spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.
Can you speak with one step?
Not available.
Without even looking at him, Jiang Chen walked towards the elevator.
The expression on the middle-aged man's face froze and he watched Jiang Chen pass by him.
Although he had expected that he might hit a wall here, he did not expect that he would be rejected so simply, without even leaving any sympathy.
Seeing that Jiang Chen was about to get on the elevator, thinking of the task assigned by the boss, the middle-aged man hurried forward and stopped Jiang Chen in front of him, with a smile on his face.
He was blocked by the middle-aged man, and Jiang Chen raised his eyelids slightly upwards, and he only looked up and down at this time.
Sanqi's hairstyle, a gray suit with a black tie and black leather shoes...
If this was not the end of the world, Jiang Chen would definitely regard this guy as a seller of insurance.
Dare you ask your surname?The middle-aged man asked, clearing his throat.
Jiang Chen was too lazy to pay attention to him, but suddenly he thought of something, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he spoke.
Lu Fan, my name.
Lu Fan?The middle-aged man frowned slightly and carefully passed the name in his mind. He found that there was no one who could match the name and face. So he couldn't help but feel a little contempt and said lightly in an undeniable tone, "My boss invites you to have some tea."
oh?Who is your boss?Jiang Chen smiled slightly, am I very familiar with him?
Fang Peng, Manager Fang.The middle-aged man's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the arrogance of being a big shot came naturally. Have you heard of the Survivors League?The Ping An Street under your feet has the shares of that adult.If I advise you to know your appearance...
Jiang Chenyun smiled lightly.
so what?
The expression on the middle-aged man's face gradually became gloomy.
you mean?Are you planning to reject our boss’ invitation?
When did I show interest?Jiang Chen said lightly.
The middle-aged man suddenly smiled, and the gloom on his face disappeared, instead he looked at the dead.
OK, very good.
Just as I was talking, the elevator also arrived.
The middle-aged man took the initiative to retreat aside, made a gesture to the elevator, and looked at Jiang Chen with a sinister smile on his face.
I hope Mr. Lu will not regret today's choice.
Soon you will understand what the outcome will be if you take something you shouldn’t have and reject someone you shouldn’t have to refuse.
Of course, if you regret it now, hand over that ID card, you can't say it's right.
However, Jiang Chen didn't even look at him and walked into the elevator.
That contemptuous gesture was as if he was just an insignificant ant, and even a waste of time to take a look.
The elevator door closed, and a sinister smile froze on the middle-aged man's face, gradually twisting.
A cloud of anger surged from his heart and destroyed his reason.
Damn it!
He punched hard on the wall, and the middle-aged man's chest was undulating violently, and he cursed with gritting his teeth.
The pedestrians passing by were casting curious eyes at him.
Look at you, numb!
He drank a person looking at him with his eyes. The middle-aged man took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, glanced left and right, tidied up his collar in a hurry, and left hurriedly.
……
It was still the VIP private room. Wan Peng sat at the mahogany table, while savoring the fragrant tea he asked for from NAC, while watching the crowds in the venue.
The beauty behind her had silky eyes, and her seductive green onion fingers gently rolled on his shoulders.
Although he did not take any photos of anything, the beautiful sign-holder behind him did not dare to look down on him at all.
It's not because of anything else, just because his name is Wan Peng.
Even when her manager Ma Qianjun came here, he had to call Brother Wan respectfully and take the initiative to offer tea to him.
Gradually, the auction is coming to an end.
Good things emerged one after another, and the transaction prices hit new highs, but compared with the previous large-scale investment of 50,000 sub-crystals, it was still much inferior.
When an N20 military-powered armor was bought by a survivor force in the East District of Beijing for 40,000 sub-crystals, it ended the entire auction.
He knocked on the door and walked into the private room. The middle-aged man who had previously contacted Jiang Chen walked to the boss with a shameful look on his face and lowered his head.
boss.
Wan Peng said lightly.
What's the situation?
That kid is quite uncooperative.The middle-aged man looked indignant. I had invited him sincerely, but he did not give him any face.Later I showed your name, but not only did he not recognize him, he also...
Instead?With his eyebrows raised, Wan Peng asked as he looked at his subordinates.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, pretended to be frustrated, and said jealously.
Instead, he sneered disdainfully, saying what you are...
Speaking of this, the middle-aged man dared not say anything, and stood there timidly and stopped talking.
After listening to his subordinates' words, Wan Peng not only did not get angry, but instead smiled casually.
Haha, is that?
Boss... The middle-aged man asked nervously, look at this...
There are two ways to solve the problem on the wasteland. One is to use the crystal to buy it from them. As for this second... Wan Peng picked up the teacup and took a sip of the light tea, and took it from their bodies.
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