"F * ck, this is too much. How dare they bully me with numbers. What a bastard." Lin Fan leaned against a tree, panting helplessly.
He came here excitedly to collect points, but he did not expect to meet such cunning people.
But who asked him to be so righteous? It was understandable that he fell for their tricks.
"You guys are vicious. Just you wait. If I don't kill you all in a few days, my surname is not Lin." Lin Fan swore in his heart. He had lost face, but it was not scary. He just had to get it back next time.
A few days later.
Sect.
Lin Fan looked around. After confirming that there was no one, he rushed back to his place.
"Junior Brother Lin." Just then, a voice came from behind.
Lin Fan turned around and saw the person. He smiled, "Oh, it's Senior Brother Zhang."
"Junior Brother Lin, I heard from Lu Qiming that you went to take on a mission. How was it? Did you complete the mission? "Zhang Long asked.
"No, I did not find the target. It was a wasted trip, so I came back first. I will go take a look in a few days." He could not say that he was scared off by the number of people. If he did, he would lose face.
Zhang Long nodded, understanding. "Missions are not easy now. Those who are wanted by the sect are very slippery. Sometimes, it depends on luck."
"Yeah, I realized too. These guys are really slippery. I ran for so many days, but I did not see a single person. I can only return empty handed." Lin Fan sighed. Then, he realized that Zhang Long's blood was thicker than before. He changed the topic, "Senior Brother, you broke through?"
Speaking of this, Zhang Long could not help but smile.
"Lucky, lucky. This time, the sect rewarded me. I used the money I accumulated to exchange for a pill, and successfully broke through to Body Tempering Stage Seven."
"Senior Brother, you are too humble."
"Oh, right, Junior Brother, after a while, we are going to take on a mission. At that time, Junior Brother, you have to join us." Zhang Long said.
This was Zhang Long's intention to take care of Lin Fan. The sect had many group missions, and as long as they were completed, they would be rewarded handsomely.
Especially since Zhang Long had broken through to Body Tempering Stage Seven, he was full of confidence and wanted to earn a good amount of rewards. However, he would not forget Junior Brother Lin, which was why he wanted to bring Junior Brother Lin along.
"Alright, that's not a problem. Senior Brother, let's not talk anymore. I'm a little depressed right now, so I have to go back and prepare." Lin Fan didn't want to say anything more. This time, he had come back. To put it bluntly, it was to research grenades. At the start, he had been too confident and had been taught a lesson.
But once Yours Truly brought out the grenade, he would definitely let them know how powerful he was!
They each went home.
Lin Fan had already learned the grenade manufacturing manual, so he was very familiar with the manufacturing of grenades. However, there were still some difficulties.
First, they had to deal with the most primitive packaging materials, and then the gunpowder.
The scrap metal here wasn't worth much, or rather, nobody wanted it. But to Lin Fan, scrap metal was something he needed. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to make grenades.
He cultivated for a whole night.
The next day!
Lin Fan found some tools and pushed his cart out.
"Junior Brother Lin, where are you going?" Lu Qiming was in a good mood seeing that Lin Fan had returned. But he knew that Lin Fan hadn't completed his mission, so he didn't bring it up.
"Senior Brother, you go ahead. I'm going to collect some scrap metal." Lin Fan pushed his cart and replied.
Lu Qiming was stunned. He didn't understand. What's Junior Brother Lin doing?
Collecting scrap metal?
What does he want scrap metal for?
Doesn't seem to be of any use.
On the street where the sect disciples lived.
Lin Fan held a gong and beat it loudly. Then, he shouted, "Don't miss this. Come and take a look and listen. It's definitely a good thing."
Some of the disciples stopped in their tracks and looked at Lin Fan suspiciously.
What's this guy trying to do?
"Senior Brother, are you going to perform a performance of smashing rocks with your chest? I've left my hometown for many years, and I haven't seen it in a long time. "A disciple asked.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes. Smashing your sister's rocks.
"Come and take a look. It's that easy to turn trash into money. I'm collecting scrap metal now. Which Senior Brother has scrap metal? Hurry up and send it over. One … One YHB per kilogram. If you miss this shop, you won't be able to find another one."
Lin Fan shouted. He realized that some of the disciples were so poor that when they heard that scrap metal could be sold for money, they would sell whatever they had at home.
As expected, many of the disciples were shocked to hear Lin Fan's words.
To them, scrap iron was worthless, and no one would want it. However, the apprentices in the crafting hall would want it. Since they were apprentices, they needed to practice. Therefore, they would usually use scrap iron as a gift. Since it was not worth much, they thought they had heard it wrong when they heard a fellow apprentice saying that it cost a YHB per kilogram.
"Senior Brother, are you telling the truth? Are you lying to us? "A disciple asked.
Lin Fan patted his chest and promised. "Why would I lie to you? If you have it, hurry up and send it over. Time is limited, and I still have to change places later. "
Suddenly, some of the disciples were in an uproar.
"Damn, my weapon broke some time ago. I don't even know where I threw it. I have to find it quickly."
"Yes, yes. I have to look for it too. When did this thing become valuable?"
"Ah, damn. I can only earn tens of YHB a day. I didn't expect scrap metal to be worth so much."
Many disciples started panicking. They had never thought that scrap metal could be sold for money. They had already thrown it away, and it would be difficult to find it again.
Lin Fan stood there with a smile on his face. It seems like I'm going to get a lot of money later.
But he knew the purchasing power of YHB. It's a fortune that I'm spending.
Just thinking about it made his heart ache.
However, when he thought about how he could make grenades, this thought disappeared.
But, there was something wrong with the situation. The number of disciples who were here to sell their items seemed to be a little too little.
Could it be that they didn't find it?
"Senior Brother, how much do you think this sword weighs?" The disciple's eyes shone with anticipation.
Lin Fan looked at the three pieces of rusty scrap metal in his hand and thought to himself, "This thing must be at least ten kilograms."
"Hmm, it's about four, five, six, seven, eight kilograms."
The disciple was stunned. "Senior Brother, that's not right. I think it's more than that."
"Aiya, Junior Brother, it used to be more than that, but now it has stopped. Look, doesn't it look like it was bitten by insects?" Lin Fan pointed at the yellow spots on the sword. These spots were densely packed with holes.
The disciple did not know that it was rusty. He blinked and realized that he was fooled by Lin Fan.
"That's why the insides of your sword were eaten by bugs. That's why it's so light. Since this is your first deal, I'll count it as seven kilograms. Is that okay?" Lin Fan said. "You should know that it's rare to see someone like me. I'm just giving you benefits."
At the same time, he muttered in his heart. What do you mean by eating bugs? You're so hard.
"Thank you for your generosity, Senior Brother. I'll sell it at seven kilograms then." The disciple came to a realization.
Lin Fan handed over the money with sincerity.
The disciple took the money happily. It might not be much, but it was still a fifth of what he earned in a day.
Then, he left happily.
He was going to look for more scrap metal to sell.
Lin Fan smiled brightly as he received his first deal. "Is there anyone else who wants to sell? The road to riches is right in front of you. If you miss it, it'll be gone forever."
Just then, a first-class outer disciple walked past Lin Fan with a nut in his hand. He tilted his head and spat out the nut.
It stuck to Lin Fan's shoes, but Lin Fan did not seem to see it.
But Lin Fan had seen it.
"Stop."
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