Chapter One Hundred and Six – The Half-Finished Product Processing Maniac (1/2)

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Chapter One Hundred and Six – The Half-Finished Product Processing Maniac

“You know I do not have jingshi.” Zuo Mo could only say.

“Oh, you can just owe me.” Pu Yao said unconcernedly, “This time, you spent two pieces of fourth-grade jingshi. Oh, adding on my wages, seeing that everyone is so familiar, let’s give a discount, just eight pieces of fourth-grade jingshi. In total, ten pieces of fourth-grade jingshi. Oh, repay it in three months. One month over, it will be two times the number.”

Zuo Mo’s limbs felt cold, “Pu, this price is too outrageous… …”

“Oh, no no no, I’m a Sky Yao, my appearance fee is very expensive!” Pu Yao shamelessly said.

Ten pieces of fourth-grade jingshi, that was five thousand pieces of third-grade jingshi… … three months… …

Zuo Mo felt dizzy. He made one last effort, “This is impossible to complete!”

“Oh, don’t worry, I like interest!” Pu Yao gave an intoxicating smile.

In Dong Fu, Zuo Mo sat in the store, all his attention on controlling the Stalagmite fire. In that ball of white flame, there was a glowing liquid boiling. A xiuzhe was standing at the side, not daring to breathe, as he stared nervously at the milky white ball of flame.

Suddenly, the Stalagmite fire disappeared, a clear medicinal fluid floated silently in front of Zuo Mo. A fragrance instantly spread out in the air. Zuo Mo skillfully urged the medicinal fluid into the already prepared jade bottle. When the fluid entered the bottle, he instantly shoved a cork in.

“Your Bell grass fluid, twenty pieces of third-grade jingshi.” Zuo Mo expressionlessly said.

“Bro, can you be a bit cheaper? This is the ninth time I’ve come here!” The xiuzhe pleaded.

Zuo Mo raised his expressionless face, “My appearance fee is very expensive.”

The other was speechless and could only painfully take out twenty-pieces of third-grade jingshi. Zuo Mo didn’t even look, just shoved it into the Hundred Treasures pouch at his waist before closing his eyes to recover ling energy. After a while, he opened his eyes, “Next one.”

Li Ying Feng hurriedly let another person in. Ever since Zuo Mo had come to the store, she was shocked at the popularity of the business. Zuo Mo Shidi had gotten a strange white fire from somewhere that was extremely icy. Zuo Mo Shidi had also displayed his business skills. He received all kinds of weird jobs, like purifying and making medicinal fluids, forging certain raw materials. These jobs that she had never heard of before, Zuo Mo Shidi could do all of them.

She quickly found that all the jobs that Zuo Mo Shidi provided were middle-men jobs such as purification. He actually did not take requests for dan-making. She had once been extremely puzzled at this. Zuo Mo Shidi was most skilled in dan-making! Only later did she understand the meaning of it. That was efficiency. Just making the intermediate product, with Zuo Mo Shidi’s terrifying recovery rate, the efficiency was shockingly high.

He was like a human-shaped stove, not knowing exhaustion.

In comparison, Shidi’s terrifying control of fire did not shock her too much!

Up until now, Zuo Mo Shidi had not failed once. Li Ying Feng was amazed but not shocked. Zuo Mo Shidi was a genius at dan-making. It was normal for him to be skilled at controlling fire. His terrifying success rate quickly became famous in Dong Fu. Everyone knew that Dong Fu had a store called the Wu Kong Grocery store that had a zombie-like guy who had godly talents at controlling fire, and even rarer, it was a white cold fire. The grade of that white cold fire was not high, but it was extremely powerful. The processed products that were created were all of high quality.

Cold fire was hard to find in the first place, and the number of xiuzhe that had cold fire was pitifully few. Usually, a xiuzhe that had a fire was either skilled in dan-making, cooking, or forging. Who was willing to work on intermediate products? A xiuzhe that only made intermediate products suddenly appearing out of nowhere, the xiuzhe that had a need instantly flowed in.

This person was wearing a hat. When he saw Zuo Mo, his steps paused.

“What do you want me to forge?” Zuo Mo said, not even raising his head.

“Fourth-grade Cold Magnet.” The other said.

Zuo Mo was slightly surprised. He raised his head to glance at the other and shook his head, “I can only process third-grade. Fourth-grade is out of my limits. Please find someone else.”

Stalagmite fire was only a second-grade fire seed. If it wasn’t that his consciousness was strong, and his ability to control fire was high, he could only process second-grade items. Even so, third-grade was Zuo Mo’s present limit. He didn’t even need to think about the fourth-grade Cold Magnet.

The other said in a deep voice, “Can you cut this fourth-grade cold magnet into four pieces?”

Cut? Zuo Mo thought and then said, “I can try.”

The other took out a black stone. Embedded in the rock was dots of blue ice. He handed it to Zuo Mo.

Zuo Mo didn’t take it, “The payment will be two hundred pieces of third-grade jingshi.”