Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he put away his stamp album, looked at the time, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. He finally finished what he wanted to do before entering the horror space.

Looking up, the bottle of ginseng essence is actually still in the auction... and the price has soared to a level that makes people dumbfounded.

Chapter 242 Early Entry

84 postage points.

Zhao Ke remembered that the price of core stamps like "Taishan Stone" was only more than 40 postal cents.

84 points, this price surprised even Zhao Ke.

However, he had already bought the stamps he needed, and there was still time, Zhao Ke simply held his breath, sat on a chair beside him, smoked the dry tobacco in his hand, and slowly waited for the result.

"Da da da……"

At this time, in the room of a pharmacy not far away, there were bursts of rapid abacus beating and the sound of calculator keys being heard endlessly.

Four or five people sat at the table and buried themselves in calculations.

Soon, someone submitted a list of costs.

"Shopkeeper, I can't add any more. This bottle of ginseng essence is refined into a elixir. We add costs to improve the efficacy of the medicine. Even if one is sold at a price of 10 cents, the profit is pitifully small."

That's right, those ordinary postmen don't have money, but for those who are good enough to run the drug business in the ghost market, they can afford this little money.

84 postage points, although it is a windfall, but as long as it is refined into medicine and sold individually, the price will be higher, and the cost can still be made back, at least not losing money.

"add!"

Sitting in front of the window, the middle-aged man looked at the price above his head, gritted his teeth, nodded and continued to increase, even if he lost money, he would grab this bottle of medicine.

The ghost market is not only a pharmacy, but this bottle of ginseng essence, just such a bottle, how can they let it go easily, get the ginseng essence and refine it into a elixir, they can use this to create a wave of momentum, and the harvest is definitely better than what they get The interests are objective.

The shopkeeper of the pharmacy was already prepared in his heart. As soon as the ginseng essence was photographed, he would immediately announce the news that he had obtained the ginseng essence, so as to seize the opportunity.

However, this shopkeeper's mind, other shopkeepers don't think so. After the price is raised, a new round of bidding will immediately usher in.

If you have already offered such a price, you are determined, and you have to make a profit even if you lose money.

"Added! Added! It's approaching 90 points!"

Looking at the bidding price, some people's eyes were red, and they hated themselves for not finding such a valuable thing.

Compared with other people's mood, Zhao Ke's mood at this time is even worse, because the time is approaching, and if these rich people continue to spend, when he is forcibly pulled into the horror space, the auction may not be over.

However, the popularity of ginseng essence has indeed greatly exceeded Zhao Ke's expectations.

Zhao Ke inquired a little bit, and he knew that it was a few pharmacies in the ghost market who were bidding for the auction.

With Zhao Ke's intelligence, of course he immediately understood the key point.

After all, merchants do not do business at a loss, and the wool still comes from sheep. This wave of shopping is not advertising for their own financial resources.

Zhao Ke estimated that if a bottle of ginseng essence is refined into medicine, as long as other medicinal materials are added, at least a dozen can be refined, and it will not lose much if it is sold.

If the effect of the medicine is good, it can even be increased to 15 points, which is not an exaggeration.

This is a good thing. My stamp album is full of those ginseng essences.

But at the moment, let them fight back and forth, Zhao Ke didn't have so much time to spend with them, and planned to find someone to disclose the news that there was still a bottle of ginseng essence.

Once the news is revealed, there is no point in fighting any further.

However, at this moment, the asking price was suddenly raised to an integer of 100 postal cents. Even the behind-the-scenes shopkeepers of several major pharmacies did not dare to continue to increase.

In addition, it is not a matter of cost, it is stupid, such a loss, I don't know that it will take at least two months of profits to make it back.

During the two months, I don't know how many things will happen, and how many people will disappear in these two months. At that time, this matter will soon be forgotten, and the money they spent will be in vain.

"call!"

The effect of the ginseng essence was surprisingly good. Zhao Ke couldn't help but feel relieved by the loss of 100 postage points, but these postage points were just barely enough for Zhao Ke.

But now the time is too tight to allow Zhao Ke to arrange it calmly. If there is not enough postage left, he can only do it from other places, such as... killing people!

Putting away the stamp album, Zhao Ke quickly left the ghost market.

After returning to reality and looking at the time, Zhao Ke couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, there is still plenty of time, it's only 1:48, three hours away, there are still about two more hours left.

"call!"

Seeing this, Guest Zhao let out a long breath, went to the bathroom, untied his belt and prepared to urinate.

"Gollum..."

After soaking in Yangchun water, an arc was drawn in the air. The feeling of liberation made Zhao Ke raise his eyebrows. However, Zhao Ke felt that something was wrong when he was urinating. The head appeared in front of Zhao Ke.

"What the hell!"

Even though Zhao Ke is now immune to ghosts, he can't help but suddenly appear under his crotch without any defense.

Imagine that you are urinating, your whole body is relaxed, and you are releasing your human cannon. Suddenly, your crotch opens your mouth. If you are a beautiful woman, it doesn't matter.

Zhao Ke's mind tightened, and he subconsciously kicked down the toilet.

It's just that the feeling of kicking up this kick was icy and cold. Zhao Ke frowned, his face didn't move, his eyes glanced down, and he saw a hand suddenly stretched out from the toilet, grabbing Zhao Ke's ankle. superior.

"not good!",

Zhao Ke secretly yelled that he was not good, and wanted to shake off some hand.

But it was just an idea, and before Zhao Ke could make a move, there was a surge of suction.

With the sound of the toilet flushing, the toilet in front of him was like a bottomless black hole, and Zhao Ke couldn't resist being pulled into the toilet by the huge suction.

The moment his body was pulled into the toilet, Zhao Ke saw a black urn behind him, and he didn't know when and where it appeared.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, when Zhao Ke woke up again, he realized that he was actually sitting on a bus.

The sun shone on Zhao Ke's face, and the hot feeling made Zhao Ke a little uncomfortable. He half-closed his eyes, and instead of looking around, he swept towards himself.

The white shirt, the kind of rough fabric, feels very abrasive on the body. The suit on his body is even cheaper. Looking at the threads protruding from the cuffs, one can tell that it must be made by an unknown small workshop.

Zhao Ke's brain turned quickly, and he didn't think about the reason why he entered in advance, because this was no longer necessary.

But now, with my outfit, eight out of ten are office workers. Judging by the wear marks on the soles of the leather shoes on the feet, nine out of ten are for business.