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Chapter 23 Miscalculation

The most tragic thing about a person is not being used by others, but not even having the value of being used by others.

So although Song Guanghui's words were straightforward, Zhang Jiao did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he finally proved his value in front of Song Guanghui and was a little proud.

"Don't worry, Mr. Song, I will definitely send you any good things." He was in a good mood and said, "Actually, I am already a member of the Haijing Branch of the 'Extraordinary Association'. Today, these things can also be sold to the association or exchanged internally.

But to be honest, I don’t trust this kind of civil armed organizations very much, and I feel that I don’t have the guarantee of your character, so I came to you.”

Song Guanghui once again showed a surprised expression, "You kid has joined the Superb Association.

It can't be another name, such as the Superman Association, the Superman Association, and the Superman Association..."

"Isn't it a copycat organization that takes advantage of the names of large organizations?" Zhang Jiao said dissatisfied: "It's the extraordinary association, and there is no deletion or ambiguity in the name."

People’s sense of trust is mutual.

After several years of contact, not only did Zhang Jiao establish basic trust in Song Guanghui, but Song Guanghui also did the same with Zhang Jiao. When he heard that he had confirmed to join the Superb Association, he believed it.

"Boy has a future, I'll prepare the goods for you." After repositioning the value of Zhang Jiao, the extraordinary rookie, in his heart, Song Guanghui said enthusiastically.

Not only did he give enough ancient gold, real mercury, and silver according to Zhang Jiao's requirements, he also wrapped a talisman pen and two carving knives.

This made Zhang Jiao extremely satisfied. He walked out of the store and left a long way and turned around deliberately, wanting to wave his hand to Song Guanghui and express his gratitude.

However, Song Guanghui did not follow the traditional attitude of Luyang merchants to treat distinguished guests. He watched him until he couldn't see him, but lit a cigarette happily, making a phone call with someone so much that he was so happy.

In an instant, Zhang Jiao seemed to realize something, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and murmured: "It seems that I still lose money.

It's really 'the old spirit tree and the old spirit'. I still thought about the first time I traded to scare that old ghost, and it would be fairer, but I didn't expect it to be completely useless." He walked down the mountain and walked away.

One week later, the sadness brought to Haijing by the Hongqiao Incident has not yet dissipated. The theaters like Xiaoxiao Hall, which focuses on comedy, continue to be closed, and Zhang Jiao has become idle.

After morning practice on the rooftop every morning, in addition to going to Jidian Club to earn living expenses, he also tinkered with his outer pills at home.

The Tao of the outer alchemy was passed down from Taoism and is said to be the way of attack left by the "Dao Court". Because it is powerful and simplified, it was selected as a common method for the national army to train monks during the Daxia Dynasty.

However, the military power learned by Zhang Jiao is the top-level version, and the external alchemy cultivation part has not been deleted and easily changed at all, so the difficulty of cultivation is much more difficult than ordinary military power.

In the rented house, in order to maintain the stability of his hands, he stretched his arms and worked hard for a long time. Finally, he cut the blocky ancient gold into a ball, breathed a long sigh of relief, and a tired smile appeared on his face.

After completing the scheduled work, his willpower suddenly became weaker. Zhang Jiao felt tired and hungry. He threw down the carving knife that was about to be scrapped, stood up and walked to a large carton against the wall, took out a pile of instant noodles, unpacked it and threw it into the newly bought large electric cooker.

The cheapest way to replenish energy is actually to kill golden sugar.

But humans are not machines, they can use the same fuel to scrap. Even if Zhang Jiao has the perseverance and can persist, he will not be able to eat sugar every time and fill his stomach. He must adjust appropriately.

More than 10 eggs, three bags of sausages, and a few kilograms of cabbage were added on the dough cake. When purchasing, the product was marked with a clear 'Special price for small and medium-sized enterprises' canteen'. The electric cooker that was enough to cook 20 servings of food became full.

I poured water and boiled it. After a while, the scent of fragrance wafted out.

The complete version of the outer pill requires communication with the user's aura, so every step of the manufacturing process has to be done by the user. Zhang Jiao spent a few days only to complete the initial "carving pill".

After eating the noodles at night, he washed the pot. He started to try to communicate with Waidan for the first time with hope. He had just put on his unintentional posture when the cell phone next to him suddenly rang.

Frowning irritably, Zhang Jiao picked up his phone and saw that the caller was Liu Song. He answered the channel impatiently: "What are you doing, Kuihua? She is still uneasy when she is rogue outside, why are you calling me?"

"Come to the theater," Liu Song said anxiously: "Senior Zhao Xin called me just now and said that the theaters on Art Street were organized together. Today, they went to the '8.3 Hongqiao Incident' to present flowers and mourn, so let's go there quickly."

Zhang Jiao said irritably when he heard this: "What are you going?

I didn’t give any notice to this kind of thing, so I definitely didn’t plan to let us participate at the beginning. As a result, there were too many people who didn’t go there today, and the theater didn’t have enough heads to find it ugly, so I asked us to charge it again."

Liu Song said anxiously: "Can I still not guess what's going on with my IQ?

But this is not the case with students' status in the theater, so don't complain.

Moreover, Senior Zhao Xin said that the first few large theater owners on Art Street changed the time for Haijing Station to film the outdoor part of the "8.3 Hongqiao Incident Documentary" through personal communication to this day.

Maybe we can still have the opportunity to be on camera, that's Haijing 1!"

Haijing 1 is the largest and most influential comprehensive TV channel in Haijing City. In the eyes of more than 90% of Haijing performers, being able to enter 1 means success.

Zhang Jiao knew this very well so he could understand Liu Song's mood, but he still said angrily: "Is a background shot that flashed past can be considered as a plane on the first one?

Kuihua, your personality is so optimistic that you are crazy.”

"Isn't this a good omen?" After being blocked by Zhang Jiao several times, Liu Song also became angry, "You have been so swelling these days, and you dare not even ignore the words of the theater seniors.

I'm on an appointment, but I'm just rushing to the theater. Do you like to come or not?

But if you really see my brother on Haijing Station 1 in the future, don’t regret it.”

Zhang Jiao's inspiration flashed when he heard this, and his tone suddenly changed, saying, "I didn't say I can't go, after all, it's Haijing No. 1."

When Liu Song heard his tone was wrong, a trace of ominous sign suddenly rose in his heart and stuttered: "Jiuzi, don't go crazy."

The '8.3 Hongqiao Incident' killed more than 97,000 people. When the whole people were in a state of grief and anger, it was like a powder barrel, and it exploded at a glance.

You will die at this time, but you will really die!"
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