Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

After the steward saw the membership card presented by Big Smoking Gun, he didn't ask Mr. Zhao who was behind him, and directly sent the two of them into the box.

It's a small box, but the decoration is the best Zhao Ke has ever seen.

The wool blanket originally made in Persia has three thick layers, and the feeling of stepping on it is moderately soft and hard, which is very comfortable.

As for the price... Anyway, the middle class in the United States can't afford it.

The sofa is a custom-made Italian AM special version, plus the murals on the wall and mahogany decoration, it can be said that the most worthless thing in this private room is probably a set of Gaggenau simple kitchen and bathroom facilities on the side, which is cheap Points, about 80 or so.

One can imagine the decoration cost of this private room.

But you get what you pay for, Zhao Ke sat on the sofa and felt more comfortable than lying in his own coffin.

Zhao Ke was even thinking about whether to re-customize such a comfortable coffin and use it as a bed for himself.

The front of the box is a glass, and the glass has been specially treated, and no one can see what is behind the glass.

Zhao Ke tried to look at it with the golden pupil, but he couldn't see anything.

From here, you can see that there are trapezoidal private rooms on each floor, from the 29th floor to the 23rd floor, and the middle part is empty.

"Hey, it's just right!"

Big Smoking Gun, glanced at the auction that was being prepared below, grinned, and handed the tobacco rod to Zhao Ke.

With serious eyes, he looked at Zhao Ke, meaning, is there another pot?

Zhao Ke was not stingy this time.

Although this big smoking gun is sneaky and smooth, he has no malice towards himself.

They all say that they can't bear to let their children get away with wolves.

Of course Zhao Ke was reluctant to part with his children, but he was willing to part with a little bit of shredded tobacco.

He gave a pinch of shredded tobacco to the big pipe, and Zhao Ke took out his own pipe and smoked it.

"and many more!"

Before Zhao Ke lit the fire, he heard the eyes of the big smoking gun staring at the cigarette stick in Zhao Ke's hand for a while.

He was attracted by the shredded tobacco before and didn't notice it.

Only then did I see that the cigarette stick in Zhao Ke's hand was unusual.

The dark green is like emerald green, and the strong breath of life makes this tobacco stick seem to come alive.

Especially the tobacco bowl of the tobacco rod, I don't know what material it is, and even the well-informed old smokers who made him like this couldn't recognize it.

"Excellent!"

Big Tobacco screamed excitedly at first, but then shook his head regretfully.

"The material is of the highest quality. It's a real prodigal when it's used to make tobacco rods."

As the big smoker said, he gestured to Zhao Ke.

"Thirty postage, how about it."

"Not for sale!"

Zhao Ke's reply was very straightforward, he liked this cigarette stick very much, not to mention, it was something left to him by his father, Zhao Ke kept it as a thought, of course he would not sell it.

Seeing that Zhao Ke refused decisively and directly.

Although Big Smoking Gun looked greedy, he didn't ask any questions. You can tell by looking at the other party's expression if there is any intention to sell some things.

If Zhao Ke did not directly refuse, but gave an ambiguous reply, then there is still room for discussion.

Such a direct refusal already showed Zhao Ke's attitude.

At this time, there was a burst of advertisements from the takeaway: "Red Smoke Hall Auction, buyers and sellers trade directly, there is no middleman to make the difference..."

When Zhao Ke heard the advertisement, he felt very familiar, and suddenly felt that the operator of the Red Smoke Restaurant must be someone who often pays attention to some details in reality.

I can't say how talented he is, but he is definitely a qualified business master.

The auction of the Red Smoke Hall is different from its traditional ones.

It is very similar to the bidding price of takeaway, but it is not a postal transaction, most of them are barter.

Zhao Ke only needs to shake the stamp he wants to trade against the glass in front of him, and the message will appear on the glass of other people's private rooms.

Soon, Zhao Ke was dazzled by the stamp information in front of him.

"what is this?"

Zhao Ke took a closer look, and couldn't help being indifferent for a long time, and found that the stamps traded by the middle-level postman were completely different from what he had imagined.

Silver Class Stamps?

Gold Class Stamps?

No, no, no... Zhao Ke's previous assumptions were all overturned. Looking at the stamp information that appeared in front of him, he realized that there is indeed a big generation gap between the low-level and the middle-level.

What they exchanged with each other was not stamps, but some very strange things.

Example: "The head of a witch."

This thing is really a witch's head.

There are a lot of strange things, and Zhao Ke didn't know the purpose of these things for a while, because the statement on the remarks is very vague, and the functions are too extensive.

Instead, let Zhao Ke not know these things, what exactly is he going to do?

"Aren't you looking for stamps? Let's see what valuable things you can come up with. Remind you, postage points are fine, people here don't lack your postage points!"

There was a big smoking gun on the side, lying on the comfortable sofa with a face full of enjoyment, smoking the pipe in his hand, and at the same time squinting at Zhao Ke, as if deliberately watching Zhao Ke's joke.

This is the same concept as a child holding the most precious treasure in his hand and running to trade with adults.

Even in the eyes of children, their own model is the most precious thing.

But for these adults, it's worthless.

Cross-level transactions, for Zhao Ke, can't take any initiative at all, unless...

Zhao Ke frowned slightly, and took out something from the stamp album. Smoking Gun didn't care at first, but when he saw clearly what Zhao Ke was holding, his eyeballs almost fell out!