Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

A low-level postman might not think so.

Not worth the price, 100 postage cents.

For low-level postmen, this is a windfall, enough to make up half a set of stamps.

Use 100 postal points to exchange for a steamed bun.

It's a loss no matter what.

Therefore, from time to time, Zhao Ke will hear people whispering around: "This guy is crazy about money. I can exchange 100 postal points into gold, which is enough to make the country rich. Gold hanging with diamonds is fine, and I will eat you." steamed buns??"

"Hey, this thing, I think it's only worth 20 postal points, and it's useless if it's more. If it's 100 postal points, I'm afraid no one will buy it."

Discussions like this were naturally within Zhao Ke's expectation.

In fact, the targets he targeted were not these low-level postmen.

Low level, middle level.

There is a difference of one word, but the difference in strength is thousands of miles. Even the combination of various stamps explodes with amazing power.

But this power has a bottleneck and various limitations after all.

Because this is not your own strength after all.

But the mid-level postman is different.

Even though Zhao Ke is just entering the intermediate level at this time.

But compared to before, his strength has undergone a radical change.

If now, let yourself face such powerful enemies as black panthers and meat ghosts.

Zhao Ke dared to say that with his own strength, he could completely crush the two of them.

As for Yang Laohei who beat him half to death and chased him to heaven and earth.

In Zhao Ke's eyes, this guy is not even as good as the Black Panther.

But that's the role.

Pushing himself to a dead end, he punched himself in the chest.

This is the difference between middle and low.

The gap is not only in strength, but also in many things.

The levels of the two are different, and naturally the places of concern are different.

So Zhao Ke didn't care about the remarks of these low-level postmen.

If I were myself, I would also question the value of Golden Medicine Mantou.

"Good thing, this thing, if used properly, is as powerful as a sacrificial stamp, and even more valuable!"

The big smoking gun on the side is naturally not the same as the low-level postman.

He knows more than the average postman.

Naturally, he could clearly see the value of the golden steamed bun in front of him.

"Don't think how much you can sell it for in the end?"

Zhao Ke asked tentatively.

Big Smoking Gun was taken aback for a moment, then turned to stare at Zhao Ke: "Your?"

Zhao Ke: "..."

The sharpness of the big smoking gun is still so strong, as long as I ask a question, this guy immediately guesses at himself.

But this matter, I have nothing to hide.

Anyway, Smoking Gun didn't know his identity, nor his appearance.

The two tacitly never asked each other's identity.

"I got two by accident, and I lack postage points, so I can only exchange them for money."

In fact, Smoking Gun just asked a tentative question, but unexpectedly, Zhao Ke actually admitted it.

"you……"

After the big smoking gun was stunned for a moment, he took two deep puffs of the cigarette stick in his hand: "You play cards out of common sense, which caught me off guard. You asked me to come, so you didn't ask me to look at the price for you, did you?" .”

"Of course not, help me look at this thing, what is it?"

After Zhao Ke said this, he took out something from his stamp album and held it in his hand.

A black lacquer that looks like scrap iron.

This thing was found by Zhao Ke in the Black Panther's stamp album.

The reason why I chose this thing at that time.

Apart from being in the Black Panther stamp album, there really aren't any particularly noteworthy stamps.

More importantly, Zhao Ke had seen it at the trade fair in the Red Mist House before, and there was such a thing specially, which was traded by mid-level postmen.

Zhao Ke has never figured out what this thing does.

But looking at the surprised eyes of the big smoking gun at that time, it is not difficult to see that these things should have a great effect.

"This……"

Smoking Gun stared at the black bump on Zhao Ke's hand, his brows raised slightly.

He quietly put the tobacco stick in his mouth, and along with the flickering shreds of tobacco in the pot, a wisp of blue smoke spit out from the nasal cavity of the big bong.

He squinted at the pack of shredded tobacco in Zhao Ke's hand.

(?????) σ "1 pack!"

(￣△￣;): "It's a beautiful idea. Two taels, is there too much?"

(′?д?)?: "Don't, big brother, last time I gave you so much news, you were not generous, friendly price, half pack!"

ㄟ(▔, ▔)ㄏ: "I only have this bit of shredded tobacco in my hand. If it wasn't for the tight postage, I would go directly to the Red Smoke House to buy information, three taels."