"..."
Biaozi remained silent without replying, rely retreating behind Master Mang. The tis have truly changed; once upon a ti, this mory could fetch quite a price in the mory Bank of "Neon City."
Such a sha.
Chen Mang turned his head contemplatively towards the store clerk nearby.
Just as the saying goes, "a single leaf heralds autumn." Since Biaozi’s mory was valuable in "Neon City" but worthless here, it indicates that the goblin population is relatively small in the "chanical Civilization," while in the "Kasha Civilization Federation," there are quite many goblins, perhaps even... a Goblin Civilization.
Quite good.
Looks like the promise to Doba can be fulfilled, and finally, Doba can truly beco the King of Goblins.
At this mont—
The cultivator dressed in a robe had already completed transactions with the clerk and entered one of the small rooms, as he arrived later, he didn’t hear what project was chosen.
He simply sat in the lobby on the sofa, patiently waiting.
We’ll wait until he cos out.
Another clerk approached with a full smile and excellent service attitude, marketing: "I wonder what projects the gentlen would like to choose. We can delete mories here, we can implant mory, or sell mory. We offer a variety of projects to choose from."
"No need."
Chen Mang waved his hand casually and said: "We’re waiting for soone, no mory implantation."
"Then... would you like to try selling mory?"
The clerk inquired tentatively: "Perhaps so stage of your life seems mundane to you but can fetch a high price. Evaluating mory prices doesn’t cost anything and is absolutely confidential, with no leak of any custor’s privacy."
"No need, thank you."
Chen Mang gently shook his head again. Of course, he knew he had a mory worth a high price, a mory of traversing dinsions; its value has been evaluated high in Neon City, but he never planned to sell it.
To him, losing a mory is no different from losing a limb.
Life would beco incomplete and deficient.
Painful mories are certainly not favorable.
But precisely because of the existence of these painful mories, one can understand more truths, and feel their existence more profoundly in this world.
The Level 200 Divine-level supermodel effect of the "Stead Bun Production Line" can clear one’s part of the mory.
He naturally experienced many painful things, but he does not plan to clear these mories.
He thinks it’s rather good.
The bittersweet symphony is made by comparison. If a person’s life were all happiness, devoid of suffering, their final end would surely lead to self-destruction. Without contrast, life is always in a trough.
"Alright, let pour a cup of water for you all."
Hearing this, the clerk didn’t say anything further, but respectfully picked up the teapot on the table and poured each person a cup of water.
"You’re quite interesting; I thought you would drive the custor away."
Chen Mang chuckled softly. He didn’t expect such good service attitude in this store, they obviously showed no intention to spend money, yet the clerk didn’t show any displeasure and even offered them water.
It made him a bit unaccustod.
It’s been a long ti since he encountered soone so kind.
"You’re joking, sir. All visitors are guests; there’s no reason to drive guests away."
The clerk smiled and exchanged a few words before retreating, though inwardly he couldn’t help but mutter. This is nonsense; what level are those who can enter this store? They are basically Train Captains!
Without a train, the spiritual power is simply not up to surgical standards.
Each of them are people with connections!
And him?
He’s just a lousy worker earning a monthly salary of 12,000 units in iron ore. How could he dare to drive custors away? They are not on the sa level at all. A single sentence from the other side could determine not just his career path but directly his survival.
While he says all visitors are guests.
But what he thinks is, all visitors are lords; there’s no ordinary person who dares to step into this store.
No consumption is needed. Even if they spit on his face, he has to welco them with a smile.
This isn’t based on service attitude.
It’s the great wisdom facing life and death.
...
Not long after.
The cultivator walked out with big strides, went to the counter, retrieved a few pieces of iron ore from his sleeve and placed them on the table, then glanced at Chen Mang and the group sitting on the sofa before heading out the store.
His deanor didn’t look very good, as if sothing was weighing on his mind.
"Follow him."
Chen Mang looked towards the middle-aged man walking out of the "mory Bank," stood up quickly, and followed.
The middle-aged man walking down the street seed to notice them as well, gradually quickening his pace, zig-zagging until... he stopped in front of the "Sanshui City Law Enforcent Bureau," turned around and looked at them: "Young friends, is there sothing you need?"
"Uh..."
Chen Mang leaned on his cane, standing in place, glanced at the sign "Sanshui City Law Enforcent Bureau," sighed lightly and said: "The ga you’re playing these days is increasingly baffling to . I thought you zig-zagged around corners to find a secluded alley to talk."
"Do I look foolish?"
The middle-aged man’s face remained calm as he looked at Chen Mang and his companions, shook the steel ring on his wrist: "You’re many, I’m alone, and I’m locked. How can one person fight against you? Going to a secluded alley would an dying there without anyone knowing, isn’t that seeking my own death?"
"Whatever business you have with ."
"Let’s talk here."
"We’ve limited ti."
"I believe in the Sanshui City Law Enforcent Bureau, and I also believe that in the Peace-Seeking Civilization, they wouldn’t turn a blind eye to any violent criminal acts. If it’s robbery you’re contemplating, you’ve found the wrong person."
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