The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Tutu pretended to be having sex to join in the fun, eavesdropping on the gossip in the crowd: "The north has been cleaned up, it's all piled up like a mountain, it was cleaned up overnight, but no one has touched the south yet."

"Maybe we'll go to Qingnan today, why rush?"

"Check the surveillance camera at the entrance of the store."

"Who would have a surveillance camera facing a garbage dump?"

"It doesn't have to be a sanitation company, maybe a charity organization."

"Which charity organization works for free without leaving a name behind?"

Tutu rubbed her nose and returned to the warehouse in dejection. She contacted Bet again. Bet was still in seclusion, but he was not the kind of cultivator who turned a deaf ear to the outside world. He was sweating profusely while training with the equipment while connecting with Tutu.

"We haven't reached our training goal yet. We only have half an hour to spare. Time is so tight. Let's chat while we eat."

Tutu was speechless. "I have come to a gathering place for porcelain artworks. Any passerby on the street here is likely to be a porcelain artist. Don't you want to be influenced by them?"

Beth immediately straightened her attitude and said, "Please let me see the charm of art."

Tutu asked him, "Do you want flawless or slightly flawed?"

Bette insisted that the art must be absolutely flawless. Tutu muttered to himself, then you better not think it's too expensive.

Tutu entered a workshop showroom to look at the display stands of ceramic artworks. Bate looked at the price tags. Now that he understood the purchasing power of Tutu's money, he said, "This display stand is worth half of your wealth."

Tutu, wearing a Bluetooth headset, pretended to be on the phone with someone, and whispered, "You overestimate me, this display stand is worth my entire fortune."

Tutu only had 20 million left in his savings, and on this display stand, which was about 20 meters long and 2 meters high, there were more than 400 pieces of porcelain artwork worth nearly 20 million.

The introducer next to him said enthusiastically, "Which one do you like? I'll tell you the idea behind the creation."

Tutu muttered quietly, "Be less picky, there will be more than a dozen left to see later."

Beth was also dazzled by the numerous porcelains, but there was one thing he had to buy: a porcelain painting, more than one meter high, with the theme of the enamel painting of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, and the price was more than 60 yuan.

Tutu decided on this one and continued walking forward. In front of him was a larger display stand with prices ranging from several thousand per unit.

"The works here are the main products of our workshop, like this peach blossom vase, which is only available in one set."

Bette suggested, "We can buy more of these," and Tutu gestured to move on.

"Then take a look at our high-end products in front, tea sets, vases, everything."

Further ahead are shelves similar to those in a supermarket, packed full of items.

Bethe could really tell that "these porcelains are mass-produced. We don't want mass-produced ones."

Tutu returned to the handmade display racks that cost thousands of yuan on average, and followed Beth's instructions, "I don't want this one, I'll take the rest of this rack."

He scanned several handmade display racks and bought hundreds of porcelain pieces. Together with the porcelain paintings he had bought before, Tutu spent more than one million yuan in a workshop.

Tutu went to ten more workshops in succession, spending more than 10 million yuan in total, and had the ordered porcelains delivered to the warehouse she rented. Now her wealth was really only half left.

Bette couldn't contain her excitement. "Great! I'm going to be an art tycoon. We should find a restaurant to celebrate now."

Tutu looked at the balance distressedly, and it was about to fall below the 10 million mark. Bet kept urging her to order food, "Hurry up, order more, and try the special dishes here."

Tutu could only go to restaurants to order food, and order one book from each restaurant. Tutu ordered from eight restaurants in a row and gave the address to the warehouse.

She went straight into the pedestrian snack street, bought something she liked, and took the leftovers home. She shopped from the beginning to the end of the alley, and it took her two hours to finish this long pedestrian street.

I returned to the warehouse with a bunch of food in my hands, and the first restaurant had already started delivering food.

After Bette and Tutu delivered the porcelain and delicacies, she reminded Tutu to buy fifty portions of everything she had eaten at the snack street that she thought was delicious tomorrow.

The points she received brought her point balance back to the 20,000 mark. Bette said that at level 4, the system functions would be greatly upgraded, just like Bette's system, which could now expand its control range to 100 meters, and there were some other small functions added, which Tutu was looking forward to.

Tutu waited until dark and used an illusion array to disguise the illusion of a vehicle moving goods away. When they turned to an intersection with dim light and no cameras, they removed the illusion. At the same time, in a hidden place, they released the family car stored on the system shelf.

The next day, I bought several hundred snacks at the snack street, put them back in the car one by one, and then took them away. In addition to sending some to Beth, I also left some for Qiwu, Lai Di, and Muguo.

Bette was full of energy, and didn't look tired at all from looking at art with Tutu or practicing late into the night.

Tutu remembered the embroidery she had kept for Beth in her inventory, which was plundered from Qiwu's stock.

Beth especially liked to keep all of them. "They are so exquisite. If you make me a few more sets of this kind of embroidered training clothes, I will wear them to participate in the physical training level test. Then my level photo will definitely be very handsome."

Tutu sent him a tape measure and asked the robot to measure the data for him. Then he would ask Qiwu's embroidery shop to make clothes for him.

Beth went to show off her new embroidery and porcelain to her elder sister who lived next door.

The eldest sister was pleasantly surprised, as all the embroidery was her favorite. "You have such good stuff. Take a closer look. It's purely handmade. It's probably rare even in Central Star. How can you appreciate such delicate art? I'll help you send it to your mother. Don't thank me." As she spoke, she carried a box in each hand onto the flying car.

Beth muttered, "Take me with you, I also need to give some porcelain to Dad to choose from."

The eldest sister's five senses are really terrible. The car was lifted into the air and then came back. "Porcelain? Where is it?"

Bette led her into the yard, where there were several wooden houses. Each work of art was packed in a box, with several thousand boxes in total. It was obviously not a large number, but once the boxes were laid out, it seemed like a lot.

The eldest sister quickly called for a robot transporter. "More than a thousand? I guess fifty won't be too much."

She actually applied her body training skills to this, moving around in the small space of the wooden house.

In a short while, he picked out fifty of them. Beth didn't dare to complain, after all, his sister gave him all the cruisers.

The elder sister patted him and said, "My sweet little Beth, you wait for me to win a new model cruiser in the next competition. The rewards for our planetary competition are not very high. Next time we go to Cyber ​​Star, the prizes for their competition are small jump ships. I'm sure you will like this."

Thinking about how strong her elder sister was and how she could still compete in the youth category for twenty years, Bet felt suffocated for her opponent. He secretly decided that he would find out which planet her elder sister was participating in, and he would avoid her and just be crushed at home, and not lose face in the competition.