Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

After not seeing each other for a while, Ian looked much more haggard, and his already rugged hairline had receded further.

Zhou Ning was shocked. What was going on? Was the pressure on the Japanese defenders so great? Even a tough guy like Ian couldn't handle it.

"Come in." When Ian saw that it was Zhou Ning, a smile appeared on his serious face and he said.

He reached out to help Zhou Ning lift the suitcase and walked into the room. However, it was awkward because as soon as Ian turned around, he tripped and fell flat on his face, making close contact with the ground.

Zhou Ning was surprised and amused, and hurried over to pull Ian up: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Two streaks of blood flowed from Ian's tough face. He reached out to wipe them away and said calmly.

After walking into the room and sitting down with Ian, Zhou Ning opened the suitcase on the table and said, "14 rifles, 17 pistols, count them. Plus two hundred rounds of ammunition, a total of 707 Vectra. I'll give you the rest."

Ian Mo counted it once, nodded slightly and said, "The number is correct."

He pulled out a stack of banknotes and a card from his pocket, placed them on the table and pushed them towards Zhou Ning. "Here are 700 Victa. The card contains a 1000 Victa bounty. You can withdraw it from any state-owned bank."

Ian smiled and continued, "If I were you, I would consider investing my funds in stocks of the National Arms Company and the Gas Mine. I think I'd get steady appreciation. I forgot to mention that besides being a Sun Watcher, I also work as an amateur investor."

"Stocks?" Zhou Ning was stunned for a moment, then smiled. Stocks did exist in Apocalypse, but they primarily consisted of government bonds, foreign bonds, mining companies, and canal stocks. Even gaming forums had dedicated sections dedicated to stocks, where people would brag about their profits or lament the losses they'd suffered. Zhou Ning wasn't particularly interested. He silently counted the money on the table and kept it close to his body.

Money is real only when it is in your pocket!

1700 Victa! His purse was filled to its limit.

Knock, knock, knock. After a moment, Zhou Ning tapped the edge of the long table and said with a smile, "Ian, I wonder if you can help me contact someone who can take charge? Sherlock is also fine. I have a big deal to discuss."

"What deal?" Ian was slightly stunned and asked subconsciously, but then nodded: "Okay, but you have to wait a while, about thirty minutes."

"Okay." Zhou Ning smiled and nodded, crossed his legs and changed into a comfortable sitting position, watching Ian walk out in a hurry.

"Although I don't know what stocks are, I advise you not to follow his advice. He seems to have come into contact with something unclean and is now plagued by bad luck." Suddenly, a cold female voice sounded in Zhou Ning's mind.

"Who?" Zhou Ning was startled and glanced at the empty room. Then he realized that unlike the prompt sound of the control panel, this sound was directly formed from his mind and was very strange.

The cold female voice continued, "I'm in your ring. Don't worry. I'm just a remnant soul. I don't have the ability to do anything to you."

Zhou Ning uttered an "oh" as he finally understood. This must be the effect of the purple talent, "Portable Grandfather." He had originally thought that Roger would be brought along, but now that he thought about it, the description of this talent was: "Your ring contains the soul of a local expert." It seemed this person must be the local expert mentioned in the description.

After thinking about it, he asked curiously, "How long have you been awake?"

"About two days." The cold female voice said, "You can pretend I don't exist. It won't affect you."

What a shady old woman! Zhou Ning was speechless, but she wasn't angry. After a while of chatting, Zhou Ning learned that the old woman was called Jasmine. She believed in the sun goddess in her lifetime, was a very capable meteorologist and priest, and also knew a little alchemy and enchantment. As for other details, she couldn't recall them for the time being.

Zhou Ning was actually quite curious about her, but he didn't have time to ask her in detail because Ian had already pushed the door open and walked in with Qi'en West.

Zhou Ning didn't expect that Ian would find Qi En to come over, and he stood up and raised his hat in greeting: "Hello, Mr. Qi En, I didn't expect it to be you."

"It's just on my way." Qi En smiled and sat down opposite him. He looked at Zhou Ning with an inquiring look: "I heard from Ian that you have a big business to discuss?"

"Yes." Zhou Ning smiled and nodded, took out the devil fruit from the box, placed it on the table, and said:

"This thing is called a devil fruit, and it's very rare. Consuming it grants the eater powerful special abilities. More importantly, it doesn't conflict with any profession, including psychics. I wonder if you're interested?"

"Devil Fruit?" Qi'en's eyes flashed. He reached out and picked up the devil fruit on the table, stroking its patterns with his fingers. He couldn't help but feel a little excited. "Will it be like the super potion, with a chance of failure? Are there any side effects?"

"The success rate is 100%, but one person can only take one. As for the side effects... does not being able to swim count?"

"100% success rate?" Qi'en was truly tempted. He ignored the side effect of not being able to swim. Not only were super-power potions ridiculously expensive, but even the most effective ones only had a less than % chance of awakening and becoming a super-powered person. He pondered and asked, "How much is this fruit?"

Zhou Ning was secretly delighted, thinking that there was a way. After thinking for a while, he said:

"I was originally planning to sell it for 1000, but considering our good relationship, I'll only charge you 800 Vectra."

Qien nodded. The Wester family was already involved in the alchemy business. A bottle of extremely effective super potion cost about 250 Victa, and the chance of failure also had to be taken into account. If this fruit really worked as he said, 800 Victa wouldn't be too expensive. "700 Victa, and I need to test it first."

Zhou Ning fell into deep thought. After becoming proficient, the cost of making a devil fruit could probably be controlled below 200 Vectas, with a profit margin of twice that. Moreover, the Sun Guardians had no conflict of interest with him, so this deal was certainly possible. He pretended to be distressed and started acting like a spoiled child:

"I agreed."

He counted out seven hundred Vectas and placed them on the table, pushing them towards Zhou Ning. Qienxiste picked up the devil fruit on the table, sniffed it, frowned, and asked, "How do you eat this thing? Just eat it directly?"

"Yes, you must eat it all, otherwise it will have no effect." Zhou Ning said seriously. He heard that the taste of the devil fruit is worse than shit. Although he didn't know which god actually ate a mouthful of shit to make the comparison, Zhou Ning was still quite curious.

"Okay." Qi'en nodded and handed the fruit in his hand to Ian as if nothing had happened. "This fruit is for you. This is also to recognize your long-term contribution to the Sun Guardians."

"Yes, sir!" Ian stood straight with awe, took the fruit with both hands, and took a bite without hesitation. After a moment, his expression became serious. His hands holding the devil fruit began to tremble.

He closed his eyes, hardened his heart and ate all the fruit in big mouthfuls. After a while, he let out a long breath, his expression remaining calm throughout the whole process.

Zhou Ning: ...

He is indeed a tough guy and sharp.

"How is it?" Qian West looked at Ian and asked.

"I seem to feel something." Ian closed his eyes. After a while, his body began to swell, his head turned into a bull's head, and curved horns grew on both sides of his head.

At this moment, even a calm and composed Qien West couldn't help but be stunned. He looked at Zhou Ning: "This is..."

Zhou Ning was also startled by the Minotaur in front of him. There was a difference between the animation and reality. Ian was now almost two meters and five meters tall, with muscular body, which was quite amazing.

"This should be the Bull-Bull Fruit - Bison Form, a very powerful ability. Don't worry, he can change back to human form at any time." Zhou Ning smiled and raised his voice, "Ian, try it and see how much your physical fitness has increased?"

There was a small training ground in the basement of the Xilin Grocery Store. After testing it, Ian transformed back into human form and returned to the two of them. He said excitedly, "After transforming into a bison, my strength increased by almost 5%. My agility didn't increase much, but my resistance to blows and endurance increased significantly. I feel like my physical fitness is far from reaching its limit. The only drawback is that I consume my energy a little quickly when transformed."

Qien West nodded. Through these data, he could clearly understand the power of the devil fruit. He asked thoughtfully, "The effect is good. I will order a batch on behalf of the Sun Guardians. I want to know...what is the production of devil fruits?"