Ji Jue answered with a smile.
Nirvana Old Deng, can't he stop relying on his old age for authority?
He dared to bet that if sothing really went wrong, Old Deng, carrying a bucket, would run away, and his old legs' speed might just be faster than a missile...
"Oh, two new faces have arrived again this ti."
Beside the grizzled old man, a dignified middle-aged man also showed a warm smile and reached out: "Truly, young talents, heroes and elites abound in the resistance camp."
"You're flattering us."
Ji Jue also clasped the other's hands like a long-lost lover, tightly intertwined: "The camp's developnt still needs the support of insightful individuals like you!"
"Oh, not at all, just adding a touch of glamour, that's all."
The middle-aged man stroked his beard, laughing proudly.
Just as there are always traitors everywhere, there is never a lack of people who take risks for personal gain as double-crossers.
Who would have thought that this revered sacrificial figure from the Eastern District would be the biggest collaborator with the resistance camp?
Holy Hall, living there is not easy.
If you can't make the higher-ups happy, how can you stand out among the countless competitors? And how... to make those eyesores and stumbling blocks walk into the Border Prison on their own?
It's all about collaboration, it's all business.
Good for you, good for , why shouldn't everyone be happy?
In a round of enthusiastic pleasantries, they were soon invited into the warehouse. The seemingly unimpressive warehouse was lavishly decorated inside, exceptionally luxurious, even rivaling the Holy Hall.
"Co, have so top-quality tea, everyone try it."
The middle-aged man elegantly took a sip of red tea, with various fresh fruits and pastries presented by servants, as the water pipe was lit, filling the air with fragrance.
After removing the clerical robes, the sacrificial figure dressed in silk and gold-threaded garnts lounged luxuriously, enjoying massages and clothing from young maidens, generously waving his hand for more fine dishes and wine to be served.
Ji Jue didn't mind, calmly rolled up his sleeves and began eating without reservation, even tearing off a grilled lamb leg, sprinkled with seasoning, to share with the young ones behind him.
Seeing Ji Jue so grounded, unlike those before who were dying to indulge but pretended otherwise, the sacrificial figure's smile beca more pleasant.
Looks like there will be profits again this ti.
Unfortunately, I've heard that their camp is barely holding up, so such business opportunities will beco fewer...
After eating and drinking enough, the sacrificial figure washed his hands, clapped, and servants naturally presented the prepared inventory list, allowing them to choose.
Flour, fabric, steel, and even dicines for accelerated regeneration, and Holy Water that can restore even a single joint to its original state, nearly everything was available.
But the price... compared to the real value, was more than ten or a hundred tis higher!
The advantage of being the only supplier lies here.
If you don't want it, you can buy it elsewhere?
"Just one Miracle dicine for accelerated healing, and it requires the essence extracted from 40 tons of Water Jade?" Ji Jue pinched his chin, showing difficulty: "This... isn't it a bit exaggerated?"
"Ah, there's nothing I can do."
The sacrificial figure sighed, looking worried: "It's not just my business, there's a need for affairs everywhere along this line. Besides, recently, these things are under strict inspection above, and it's not easy to do anything tricky."
Though his expression was worried, he felt a bit genuinely troubled internally as well.
After all, any more profit from this resistance camp seems unlikely.
Maybe, report them instead, sell them out, since there are other camps, business wouldn't be a problem. It's perfect as the latest holy event investigation still lacks much progress, throwing in so tracking, following the trail, maybe catching so big targets!
Amidst scattered thoughts, he heard Ji Jue's voice.
"I want this, this, and these."
Ji Jue took a pen and quickly checked off items on the list with incredible speed, leaving the sacrificial figure almost dumbfounded, incredulous.
Just looking at the items he checked off and the price to pay... just thinking about those numbers made the sacrificial figure's face flush, barely able to breathe.
Damn it, how did it feel like there's no profit before, and now it's starting to spray Fuel Elent?
No way, are you guys in the resistance camp really this rich?!
Or, did you raid warehouse reserves from other districts to sell off?
His eyes brightened, seeing the prices should be squeezed harder then!
Seeing Ji Jue's nearly filled checklist, the sacrificial figure was almost thrilled beyond asure.
Then, he heard Ji Jue's final words.
"Oh, right, aside from purchasing so items this ti, the main work is still in sales promotion."
Ji Jue paused, suddenly grinned, revealing a warm smile with eight teeth: "I wonder if you accept barter trade?"
Pro... motion? Barter... trade?
In the brief silence, the sacrificial figure paused, looked at him, and suddenly smiled.
Unsure if he was amused or infuriated.
Promotion?
You bunch incapable of even building a textile factory, what possibly could you pitch to ? Oh, did the old folks in the camp start crafting hand-made goods during idle ti?
Are you here to sell knitted woolen sweaters or embroidered paintings?
Slap.
At that mont, the item Ji Jue held dropped onto the table, sliding over.
The sharp corners left two scratches on the smooth paint surface, making the sacrificial figure involuntarily frown, but then he saw the item in front of him.
It was so familiar.
It was...
"...Holy Seal?"
The sacrificial figure grasped the item in his hand, furrowed his brow, furrowed again, his expressions almost tangled, turning to look at Ji Jue like staring at a fool.
No way, you're a representative of a resistance camp, ca to the congregation, trying to sell the Holy Seal, which every believer receives for free during festivities?
Hold up, let wrap my mind around this.
Could you tell if you're crazy or if I am?
Or are you just here to entertain ?!
"Hmm, it is indeed the Holy Seal, correct."
In the sacrificial figure's increasingly dark gaze, Ji Jue still smiled warmly: "But I prefer its other na..."
He paused, then slowly said:
"—The Full-Automatic Prayer Machine!"
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