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Chapter 604

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At this time, Best Strategist had also arrived at 9527 Stone. Faced with a crowd that was even more ferocious than yesterday, he was extremely excited. He did not show any resistance like Gu Fei. He directly rushed in from the outside with a monster in hand. He flew up to 9527 Stone, rolled up his sleeves, and shouted, "Let me do it."

Gu Fei had just finished another round of teaching. He let out a long sigh, took two steps back, and directly laid on the ground. Best Strategist pulled himself together, and continued teaching after Gu Fei. The players below were also energized, and their impression of Gu Fei's group deepened. There were actually two teachers who could take turns. How amazing was that! With such a strong teaching force, and the lowest price of 99 gold coins, someone immediately shouted an advertisement for Gu Fei's group. "The price is cheap, and the quantity is sufficient. We like it!!"

"You guys like it, right? I have to lie down for a while … "Gu Fei mumbled to himself as he listened to the cheers below the giant rock.

The momentum of 9527 Stone was getting stronger, and gradually had an impact on the piracy market. An original that was more than half the price of a pirated copy. Think about how competitive this was! For this, many people were willing to wait a little longer. When faced with piracy merchants who came to solicit business, they only had one word to say, "Scram."

The disciples of the piracy merchants were getting fewer and fewer. Gradually, those who were willing to learn from them were those who wanted to save time, and at the same time, did not care about the money. This did not satisfy the piracy merchants at all. They missed the days of prosperity, and being pampered by others. But now? Not only did they have to actively solicit business, many of them were still scolded by "Scram."

"What's going on?" These people used to be competitors, but at this time, seeing that the situation was not right, they could not help but huddle together and whisper. In fact, after working for so long, these players had a lot of gold coins in their pockets, each of them more than the Slender Waist Dancer. But who would complain about having too much money? Seeing that there was so much money to be earned, but it was all going straight into other people's pockets, of course, everyone was very unhappy.

"It's from 9527 Stone. They're still the same price as before, 99 gold coins." Someone had already gone over to understand the situation.

"It's Thousand Miles Drunk again!" Someone exclaimed. The players who came later weren't very clear about the situation, but those who were involved in the pirated goods business were relatively early participants. They were very clear about the whole story, including Gu Fei's third Agility Long Weapon set.

Initially, these people's thoughts were rather simple. They just wanted to get drunk from a thousand miles away. It was impossible for them to teach 24 hours a day. They would take advantage of the time when they were not around to drink the leftovers from the meat they had eaten. But after eating it, they realized that the meat was too big. Even if they worked 24 hours a day, they wouldn't be able to finish it. So, of course, they weren't willing to just drink the soup. They all rushed out to snatch the meat. The more they snatched, the happier they became. They almost forgot about the ancestor of A Thousand Miles Drunk.

In the end, now that Thousand Miles Drunk had come out of the mountains, although they still had meat to eat, it was really painful for them to suddenly turn from braised meat into minced meat.

"This fellow! Now that the situation was so good, why did they still maintain the price of 99 gold? What an idiot! "The pirates all condemned him.

"If he does this, it will be difficult for us to do business!" someone said gloomily.

This group of pirates all maintained the same price. It looked like they were advancing and retreating together, but in reality, there was really no collusion between them. Initially, everyone played the low price card. If one lowered the price, the other would not have any business if they did not lower the price. So, they all bit down hard. Later on, when the era of prosperity came, some people tried to increase the price, but found that there was still no shortage of students. Of course, the others were more enthusiastic about this kind of money-making thing. So, you add me, everyone add. After adding up, there were already more than 200 people. Some greedy ones were about to increase the price to 300, but halfway through, A Thousand Miles Drunk with 99 gold appeared. They were as depressed as they could be.

"There's no other way. We have to lower the price!" someone said dejectedly. He had received four players in half a day. Although each of them was willing to pay more than 200 gold, teaching four people at a time for half a day would only earn him 800 gold. This kind of money-making efficiency was enough to make anyone laugh to death. But this fellow, who had experienced the great prosperity just now, felt that it was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth. Perhaps if he lowered the price to 99 gold, he would earn more with a few more students.

"Don't panic!" someone waved his hand. "I think this A Thousand Miles Drunk doesn't understand the situation. Does he think that this business is going to last forever? Just look at the few of us. We haven't even leveled up much after we learned it. Aren't we immediately trying to make money? There will only be more and more players like us. When the time comes, the competition will become more and more intense. Sooner or later, this business will become useless. If we want to make money, we have to hurry up and take all the money away. At this time, let alone 200, even if we call 300, 400, can the players not learn? This A Thousand Miles Drunk is really muddle-headed. He's still insisting on 99. Isn't he causing trouble for us? Let's go and talk to him. "

This person said and led the way. In the end, the people behind him did not move. This person looked back and sized up the few people. They looked at each other, and one of them said, "Do you understand the situation? That person is A Thousand Miles Drunk. You want to negotiate with him? Talk with your mouth or with a knife? "

That person smiled slightly. "What's there to be afraid of? Isn't he doing this business for money? If I analyze the pros and cons for him, it'll be beneficial to him. I'm also helping him earn more money. What's there to be afraid of? "

Hearing this, everyone felt that it made sense. They nodded in unison. "Let's go." However, there was still one person who hesitated. "I still have three people waiting to learn!"

"Three my ass! After we're done talking, there will be a huge queue of players waiting for you to teach them. Let them wait. "The person who spoke earlier was arrogant. It was obvious that he had a deep understanding of the resources in his hands.

9527 stones. The players stood orderly on the left and right sides. There was an aisle in the middle. It was a special area for attracting small monsters. Everyone was very harmonious and did not occupy this aisle. When the pirates came over, Sword Specter and the others were dizzily collecting money elsewhere. There were too many people, and the three of them had no idea how many of them were there. They reckoned that there were countless fish that slipped through the net and entered the pile without paying. However, the three of them did not care about that. Seeing that a few more people came over and went straight into the crowd, the three of them did not bother to go over and greet them.

The pirates went straight into the channel that attracted the monsters. The surrounding players frowned when they saw such unruly behavior, but they did not say anything for a while. When they reached the front, they looked up at Encyclopedic Classics, who was teaching at the front of 9527. Without saying a word, they climbed up the stone. After all, they had to discuss this in private. If they shouted in front of so many players, they would definitely be skinned alive.

When they climbed up, the crowd burst into thunderous applause. Three of them were so scared that they slid down the stone and back to the ground.

The crowd was talking. "That's amazing. There are so many teachers. As expected of the cheap and abundant supply!" When the players saw the feat of climbing up the stone as soon as they arrived, they associated them with Gu Fei and Encyclopedic Classics, who had climbed up the stone as soon as they arrived. They regarded them as teachers who had come to support them.

Of course, the pirates did not understand what was going on. When they turned around, they saw the ardent blessings and expectations in the eyes of the players. They were puzzled. What they were about to do should be hated by the players! What were they so happy about? With a head full of questions, the pirates finally climbed to 9527 stone one after another.

On 9527 stone, Encyclopedic Classics was teaching seriously. The young master of the Han family was holding a bottle of wine in his hand and sitting two meters behind him, looking very relaxed. A few steps behind, they saw a black-robed mage lying on the ground without a care for his image.

The young master of the Han family's attention was mostly on the wine and did not pay much attention to the situation below the stone. The pirates only saw it when they reached the top. Encyclopedic Classics had seen it long ago, but he waited for them to climb to the top before he asked, "Why are you up here? Can't you see clearly below? "

The leader smiled. "No, we're not here to learn. We have something to discuss with you."

"What is it?" asked the young master of the Han family.

Seeing that the young master of the Han family had answered, Encyclopedic Classics ignored him and continued teaching seriously.

"May I ask who is Thousand Miles Drunk?" The man asked, but his eyes were already locked on Gu Fei, who was on the ground. Everyone knew that Thousand Miles Drunk was a mage, but Encyclopedic Classics and the young master of the Han family were dressed like Grandmasters of Combat and Priests.

Gu Fei had already raised his head to look at them while they were talking. When he heard that they were looking for him, he hurriedly put away his messy posture and stood up obediently. "I am. What business do you have with me?"

The other party could sense Gu Fei's respect for them, so they were very happy. Once again, the leader of the group spoke, "Hehe, it's a joke. We're teaching this thing over there." This person pointed at the far end of the wilderness, and then pointed at the thing that Master of Classics was gesturing with.

The word 'thing' made Gu Fei very unhappy. Although this fighting style was not kung fu, it was still a summary of kung fu knowledge. Otherwise, how could normal players not have discovered it? Gu Fei was very unhappy that someone casually called it a 'thing'.

"What's the matter?" Apart from that, Gu Fei did not care that these guys would use it to make money after learning it.

"It's like this. You guys are still setting the price at 99 gold coins, right?" the man asked.

"That's right."

The man smiled. "Actually, why do you have to do this? In the current situation, this method of fighting monsters is still in the hands of a few people. It's definitely a seller's market. Over on our side, the demand still exceeds the supply when the price reaches 200 gold coins. However, you guys are still keeping the price at 99 gold coins … Hehe, actually, if everyone raises the price to 200, 300, or even 400 gold coins, there will still be money to be made. However, this situation won't last for long. We should really hurry up. Brother, there are so many people here. I think there are at least three to five thousand? Think about it, if a person isn't 99 gold coins, but 299, how many would that be? "

As the man described it, he gulped as well. He was shocked by the number he calculated. A few thousand people! His business had not reached this scale yet. Although he was the leader of these pirates, the area he operated in was in a bad location. It could not be compared to 9527 stones here.

Before Gu Fei could reply, the Han family's young master floated over like a ghost and patted the man's shoulder. "Brother, you're good with words!"

The man had noticed the Han family's coquettish face when he came up. Now that he was up close, if it was not for the pure manly voice, he would not have believed that it was a man. After calming himself down, he said, "Excuse me."

"However, do you guys know where this method came from?" the Han family's young master asked.

"Huh?" The man was stunned for a moment before he replied, "As far as we know, Brother A Thousand Miles was the first to start teaching this method here yesterday, right?"

"Not teaching, it was developed. This method was completely developed by Brother A Thousand Miles Drunk, "the Han family's young master said.

Hundred Generations Jingren turned his head. "The two most commonly used methods are developed by me."

Awkward silence.

"Ahem!" Hundred Generations Jingren coughed and went back to teaching.

The Han family's young master acted as if he did not hear this interlude and continued, "That's why A Thousand Miles Drunk forgot to say 'all rights reserved, violators will be prosecuted'. In the end, you guys plagiarized it and used it to make money. It's already good enough that we did not pursue this matter. But now, you bunch of pirates are questioning the price of the original. To be honest, I personally do not agree with your way of doing things."

"Who are you?"

"I'm a seller of the original," the Han family's young master replied with a smile.

The other person snorted. "It's true that A Thousand Miles Drunk came up with it, but is this thing very complicated? Is it very technical? Isn't it just learning the mobs' attack patterns and combining them with a few attacks? It's just a method to beat mobs, and you want the publishing rights? Have you played online games before? His method of beating mobs is the original, but ours is a pirated version? "

The Han family's young master spread his hands and turned to Gu Fei. "I'll leave it to you." With that, he stepped aside.

This guy immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Being looked down upon by the Han family's young master as a pirated version and having no right to make money made him a little impulsive. He actually forgot that he was facing the scariest killer in the game.

The Han family's young master's "I'll leave it to you" made them feel like they were going to die soon.

But they didn't expect Gu Fei to ignore them. Seeing that he had already said what he wanted to say, he nodded and said, "If there's nothing else, let's go!"

The few of them saw that there was no room for discussion. They didn't dare to be too stubborn with A Thousand Miles Drunk and could only jump off the 9527 rock. The Han family's young master was shocked. "Are you kidding me? They said that your kungfu doesn't have any technical content!!"

"What kungfu is this? It's just beating a few robot mobs, there's no technical content to it. "Gu Fei said.

"F * ck, you bunch of kungfu brats, I really don't understand your thinking!" The Han family's young master cursed.

Gu Fei smiled bitterly. "I've painstakingly learned these things for twenty years, but I can only do this kind of thing in this crappy game to support my family. With such a tragedy happening, do you still have the energy to be angry?"

"It's not a tragedy, I think it's pretty good. How many people are there today?" Hundred Generations Of Strategist suddenly turned his head with a face full of longing.

"Listen to this person's resolve! What are you grumbling about? Do you still want to maintain world peace? "The Han family's young master said.

Gu Fei was depressed. Hundred Generations Of Strategist was troubled by life. Being able to put his kungfu to use and earn his living expenses made him happy. As for Gu Fei, relying on kungfu to earn his living wasn't enough to satisfy him. He hoped that his kungfu could be used to shock the heavens and make the gods cry. Now that he was reduced to killing mobs in the game and developing some efficient leveling method, Gu Fei felt that this was a complete tragedy.

This was just like the saying, "Lust comes from being full and warm." Hundred Generations Of Strategist was in the early stage of solving the problem of food and clothing, but Gu Fei had no worries in this aspect. He was pursuing a higher realm of using what he had learned. Originally, both of them were tragedies, but in different places. Now that kungfu was very popular in the parallel world, at least it was profitable. The tragedy of Hundred Generations Of Strategist had been solved, but Gu Fei's tragedy continued.

Those guys didn't dare act rashly in front of A Thousand Miles Drunk. After being despised, they left in a sorry state. After walking far away, they bitterly turned around and gave a middle finger.

"What do we do now?" One of them asked.

"Damn it, acting cool will get you struck by lightning. Since it's like this, we'll just fight to the death. They won't have it easy either. I'm going to set the price at 80 gold, you guys decide! "The leader said.

"If that's the case … I think I'll just lower it to 99 gold." Another person said.

"Hmph, you're afraid that A Thousand Miles Drunk will come and trouble you, right?" The leader asked.

That person didn't answer. In reality, he was indeed worried. Now that he shouted a price lower than 99 gold, it was equivalent to challenging A Thousand Miles Drunk. Who would dare offend the number one assassin?

"I'll just leave it at that. If he wants to come, then let him! I've earned enough money anyways. Even if I drop a level, it's not a waste. " The leader had given up. The key was that he confidently led everyone to persuade A Thousand Miles Drunk. In the end, A Thousand Miles Drunk didn't even get to say a word before he was ridiculed by a guy next to him who didn't look like a woman. He couldn't take this lying down, so he immediately thought of a way to lower the price. Even if it didn't kill you, it would still disgust you.

"Yeah, I'll lower the price too. Let's get as much as we can! To be honest, I don't think we can compete with him even if we bid 99 gold. Look at their territory, they can teach almost 2000 people at once. What about us? I'm afraid we can't even teach 1000 people at once. "Another person said.

"Then I'll lower too. What's there to be afraid of!" Another person thought it through.

In the end, there was only one person who was still hesitating. The others ignored him. After discussing for a while, they felt that the price should be higher. They might as well lower it to 50 gold and ruthlessly rob him. Other things could be discussed later.

The spring wind of 50 gold immediately began to pounce on the wilderness. The majority of players didn't care about the original or pirated version. As long as it was cheap, it was good. The golden age of 9527 began to fade. Hearing the appearance of 50 gold, apart from those who had paid, the rest of the people fled.

"Good, very good!!!" Sword Ghost and the other two saw that no one would come and happily climbed back to 9527 stone to rest. It was the first time in their lives that they had received so much money that they wanted to vomit. What kind of feeling was this?

Han Family's young master also heard that the other side had begun to solicit customers at a low price. He continued to laugh coldly: "Those guys are really trash. They can't even see through our cards. The ones who don't understand the situation are actually them. Master A Thousand Miles, how's the development of the White Mill? "

"Their playstyle is mature. However, I feel that our manpower is a problem. "Gu Fei said.

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