Witch Special

The scene before Lin Zhenxi's eyes suddenly changed. Before her eyes could adjust to the sudden change in brightness, a cacophony of voices filled her ears. Then, she felt a furry touch on her face. A black cat, using its front paws to make small plum blossom prints on Lin Zhenxi's face, said worriedly, "Maki, Maki, what are you doing? Why are you standing there all of a sudden?"

Lin Zhenxi tilted her head, dodging Yanyan's cat claw mark, and asked, "Why, in your eyes, was I just stunned for a moment?"

"Isn't it meow?" The black cat retracted its front paws and lay down on Lin Zhenxi's shoulder with its hands in its pockets.

"No, Princess White just dragged me over, and we talked for at least five minutes. Either your perception was blocked during that time, and you couldn't feel the passage of time at all; or the time flowed many times faster in the pure white space I was pulled into than in reality. I was inside for hundreds of seconds, but only a few seconds passed outside."

"It doesn't matter. That's Princess Bai's place anyway. Why should I care about that? Let's go and exchange for gold. I don't want to bother Yan Miao with dinner."

"Great, I'm rich, meow!" The black cat cheered and began to imagine his future life of wealth and prosperity where he could eat whatever he wanted.

To be honest, Lin Zhenxi had never been to the trading center since, except for a brief visit when she first started to familiarize herself with the company's environment. Like the resettlement center before, it was practically useless to the special envoys.

After all, before Lin Zhenxi obtained the Space Cube, she couldn't bring back the goodies she'd found in the other world. The same was true for other special agents; few chose space storage as their initial loadout. Facing an unknown and potentially unsafe other world, initial loadouts that could quickly boost strength and enhance survivability were the most popular choices.

Anyway, Lin Zhenxi hasn't been to the trading center for ten years. She can't find the way here at all, and still has to rely on signposts to explore her way here.

Compared to the deserted atmosphere of ten years ago, the trading center now presented a completely different scene. Due to the privacy and sensitivity of transactions, the trading center wasn't as bustling as the consulting hall, but the flow of people seemed just as strong. Countless foreigners sat quietly in their seats, some looking down at their personal terminals, others glancing around warily. Aside from the noise of numbers being called, it was almost always silent.

Moreover, when Lin Zhenxi looked around, she saw that all the seats in the trading hall were occupied by aliens. Even humans were rare, let alone her colleagues.

After all, the "company" primarily serves foreigners. While its employees can use it, the company still pays its own employees a substantial salary. As long as they don't develop bad habits, they'll definitely have enough money. As for those employees who already have bad habits, Princess White won't tolerate them. She simply erases their memories and clears them out. It's a simple but effective solution.

So Lin Zhenxi was probably considered an outlier here, and her arrival attracted many people's attention. However, when they saw Lin Zhenxi also go to get a number and sit down, those who looked at her also disappeared.

The atmosphere in the trading hall was generally quite depressing. After all, those who came here were generally struggling financially, struggling to make ends meet. To put it bluntly, they had failed in investment or spent recklessly; in any case, they weren't going to have a very good experience.

Lin Zhenxi looked down at the number paper in his hand. It had "Special 1" written on it. Looking at the slips in the hands of other foreigners, most of them were worth hundreds of dollars. It seemed that as a special envoy, he should be able to enjoy the benefits of the fast track.

Sure enough, not long after, a big-tailed golden squirrel in a suit and single-frame glasses came up to Lin Zhenxi on an electric unicycle and said to her, "Excuse me, are you Miss Lin?"

Lin Zhenxi stared at the squirrel's big tail that was raised high and circled behind it, and wanted to touch it.

"Yes, it's me. What's wrong?"

"Then please follow me to the reception room. You are our VIP guest and will enjoy the VIP services of the trading hall." The golden squirrel took off his little hat and saluted Lin Zhenxi.

So Lin Zhenxi stood up, followed the golden squirrel's unicycle, and under the unpleasant gazes of a group of foreigners, walked through the crowd and entered a room next to the hall with large floor-to-ceiling windows and a formal-looking interior decoration.

After Lin Zhenxi entered the house, the golden squirrel snapped his fingers, and the originally transparent floor-to-ceiling windows turned into frosted glass.

How do squirrels snap their fingers?

As the squirrel hopped off its mount, two mechanical arms extended from the sides of the electric unicycle and it went to pour tea. The squirrel jumped onto the desk and climbed onto the small chair behind it that had been specially designed for it. Then, gesturing to the chair across from the desk, it said to Lin Zhenxi, "Please sit down, Ms. Lin."

The unicycle robot came to the table with a tray with a cup of green tea on it, waiting for Lin Zhenxi to sit down.

After Lin Zhenxi pulled out a chair and sat down, the unicycle robot placed a steaming teacup in front of Lin Zhenxi.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the gold medal account manager of the trading center, responsible for serving VIP customers like you. You can call me Mr. Wenbert, or Sir Wenbert." Perhaps in its original world, it was still a nobleman?

"Um, hello Mr. Wimbert, I just want to sell some things and I'm out of money right now."

"Yes, that's right. Everyone who comes to our trading center has the same request. So, Ms. Lin, can you show me the items you plan to trade? Or a list will do."

"This is it." Lin Zhenxi poked Black Maomao and asked Black Maomao to take out a gold bar and put it in her hand.

The unicycle robot next to it has transformed one of its arms into the shape of a scale, with a piece of dust-free paper placed on it.

Lin Zhenxi placed the gold bar in his hand on the tray of the scale, and all the data about the gold bar immediately appeared on the display screen on the chest of the unicycle robot.

Weight, size, content of various components, purity of gold, and today's trading gold price in Xinlan City.

"Wow, it's actually high-purity physical gold. This is really rare. I thought you would sell some rare knowledge." Mr. Xiong Xu pushed the edge of his glasses and said in surprise.

"Knowledge can be sold for money?" Lin Zhenxi was slightly surprised, but soon realized that her surprise was completely unfounded. After all, knowledge is the most valuable asset, it just lacks a measure and a way to directly convert it into cash.

But in the trading center, perhaps knowledge could really be exchanged directly for money. After all, Lin Zhenxi had sold some knowledge to a "company" in exchange for contribution points. Since even contribution points could be exchanged, then money, which was much easier to obtain than contribution points, would certainly be easier.

"Of course. In fact, many of your colleagues have come to us to exchange money, using the valuable knowledge in their heads."

"If they sell the knowledge to you, can they still use it themselves?" Lin Zhenxi suddenly wanted to know if the transaction was something like a patent.

Mr. Wombat spread his paws and said, "Why not? We can't restrict the behavior of you and your colleagues. As long as you are willing to share your knowledge, this behavior is not only worthy of encouragement, but also deserves material rewards."

That is to say, it is authorized to the company for use. Got it?

This trading method was similar to exchanging knowledge for contribution points. Trading this knowledge didn't affect the Special Envoy's own memories; it simply enriched the "Company's" database. Lin Zhenxi even wondered if the knowledge these Special Envoys traded wasn't actually needed by the "Company." Princess White had enacted this system simply to encourage Special Envoys to gather more local knowledge in other worlds, and in the process, transform that knowledge into their own strength.

Otherwise, why are there no classification restrictions on the acquisition of "companies", and any strange knowledge can be clearly priced?

"So, Ms. Lin, is this the gold bar you want to trade? If so, I will purchase it at today's market price in Xinlan City, but I will charge a 3% handling fee." Even though Mr. Humbert felt that Lin Zhenxi's trading item was a little petty, he still asked in a gentle tone.

“Will the handling fee be reduced if the volume is large?”

"Yes. The handling fee is divided into five levels: 5% for amounts below one million, 3% for amounts between one million and ten million, 1% for amounts between ten million and one hundred million, 0.5% for amounts above one hundred million, and a fixed fee of only 0.1% for amounts above one billion." Mr. Humbert rubbed his paws when he said this. He felt that he might be about to take on a big business.

I said it, how could a noble from a "company" come to the trading center and only trade precious metals worth one or two million? Wouldn't that lower the price?

"Well...how about I sell ten tons of gold first?" Lin Zhenxi asked himself uncertainly.

There are nearly twenty tons of gold in her space cube. Even if it is for preparation to go to another world in the future, it seems unnecessary to prepare tons of gold, right?

Just sell half of it first.

Before Lin Zhenxi could decide whether to sell one-half or two-thirds, she heard a clatter across the table, as if something had fallen to the ground, and then she found that Mr. Wenbert had disappeared from across the table.

Well, it seems that even in the "company's" trading center, ten tons of spot gold is a pretty big deal.