Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

As the two of them expected, such a good thing is naturally not afraid that no one will want it.

It was cold and silent for a long time before, but now when the price is called, it shows a different kind of explosive bidding.

From the low price of 100 postal points just now, it suddenly jumped to 200 postal points.

It doubled at once.

"How much do you think you can sell this golden steamed bun at most?"

Smoking Gun squinted his eyes and asked Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke frowned. This question really made him a little embarrassed.

Drugs, that kind of thing.

Expensive must be expensive and value for money. A golden medicine steamed bun is the trump card to save life and turn over at critical moments.

After all, there are very few drugs that can restore consumed energy.

When he fought with Lord Snake before, Zhao Ke also noticed that the more he used the power of the wrath of nature, the more vines he moved, the greater his consumption.

By the time I killed Lord Snake, I had already consumed one-third of my power.

Feeling empty in the abdomen.

Buddha's power also decreased greatly.

After all, the energy consumed by mobilizing vegetation in such a large area by myself is more cost-effective when converted into Buddha power.

But my natal stamp is the earth's artery.

Stepping on the ground with both feet, you can absorb the aura of the earth veins at any time to supplement your body's loss.

Therefore, Zhao Ke did not value this golden medicine steamed bun very high. After a moment of silence, he said, "300!"

300 postal cents, this is the highest price given by Zhao Ke.

It fluctuates around 20-50 up and down.

But no matter how high it is, Zhao Ke doesn't think it will go anywhere.

After all, mid-level postmen also burn postage points, and it is impossible to burn too many postage points in this regard.

If it exceeds 300, the shops in the ghost market will also take it easy. If the price is too expensive, no one will buy it, and if the price is cheap, they will lose money.

So Zhao Ke can think of the highest value, it should be about 300.

"Humph!"

Regarding Zhao Ke's valuation, Smoking Gun let out a cold snort, shook his head and said, "500, if you dare to take a bet, I will bet on your remaining shredded tobacco."

The words about the big smoking gun made Zhao Ke stunned for a moment.

Looking at the pack of shredded tobacco left in his hand, he immediately asked, "What if you lose?"

500 postal cents.

Zhao Ke didn't even dare to think about such a high price.

300 is already the limit Zhao Ke can think of.

In terms of the purchasing power of the Ghost Market, 300 postal cents is enough for a low-level postman to equip himself fully.

It is equivalent to opening a trumpet of Warcraft, a full set of family heirlooms at level 1.

The price of 500, Zhao Ke certainly thought, was unrealistic.

However, the big smoker patted his chest confidently and said: "I said that 500 is not too high. If it is less than 500, how much is the difference, I will make up for you."

"Bet!"

Smoking Gun has said so much, if he loses, he just pays for a pack of shredded tobacco, and if he wins, he can make a lot of money.

Such a good thing, why don't you take a gamble, aren't you stupid?

However, the facts have proved that the Big Smoking Gun is an old thief who can even find loopholes in the trade fair held by the Red Smoke Pavilion.

The degree of treachery completely exceeded Zhao Ke's imagination.

I heard Zhao Ke talking about gambling.

I saw the big smoker leaning heavily on the chair, and put one hand on Zhao Ke's bag of shredded tobacco.

"Price increase!"

Immediately, the Big Smoking Gun began to bid for the price, and directly raised the price of Zhao Ke's Golden Medicine Steamed Bun to 490 postal cents.

Although Zhao Ke couldn't see the big smoking gun bidding, but he deliberately made a gesture of waving his hand to increase the price.

I just wanted to tell Zhao Ke that this price was added by Lao Tzu.

"Are you crazy?"

Zhao Ke couldn't help taking a deep breath of air-conditioning, wondering what kind of wind the big smoking gun was drawing.

Turning back coldly, he said, "Let's say it first, if you take a picture of this, I won't refund your postage points."

However, Big Smoking Gun is confident about this.

I don't care at all, whether there will be a problem of taking pictures of this golden steamed bun.

Zhao Ke is like this, let alone those low-level postmen in the distance.

With 490 postal points, the ghost market's new round of trading rankings was immediately refreshed.

directly into the top ten.

The trading leaderboard, on the huge list, reflected golden golden steamed buns.

This price is definitely the highest price recently.

The point is, what you bought was a steamed bun?

"Crazy? Just crazy? Even if a steamed bun is made of diamonds, it's not worth the price. Is it a suicide business?"

"Isn't it? Let alone diamonds, you are not worth the price even if you are wrapped in emeralds."

During the debate, many people mentioned that it might be a suicide bid.