After saying goodbye from Lao Matou's home, Wei Ye pushed open the gate of the old temple with a moonlight. Looking at the gate of the courtyard where the door was not even raised, the immortal magician who was also a clerk sighed softly and muttered, "This girl has no sense of defense at all." While inserting the door latch, he slowly walked towards the alchemy room.

At this hour, for ordinary people who have no nightlife to spend time, if they don’t plan to follow the example of Su Qin, the predecessor, study hard all night, they can only lie down and visit Duke Zhou. Seeing that the old temple did not even light a fire, Sima Ling obviously did not touch his uncle’s interest in copying, copying, or returning.

After gently grasping the tip of his forehead, Wei Ye slowly pushed open the wooden door of the alchemy room and looked at Sima Ling at first sight. It was impossible to see that the alchemy room was only modified by the main hall of the temple. The cement alchemy furnace transformed by the public hall alone occupied a lot of space. In addition, the bookshelf and medicine cabinets were arranged, so the place for people to stay was not enough...

Not to mention Sima Ling, who was both open and sleeping like a big character.

Shrugging, Wei Ye squatted down and poked the face of Xiaoluobao: "Hey, bell, you have to sleep in the wing room, sleep here and be careful of mercury steam poisoning."

"I'm the golden essence transformed body you created by your own hands... I'm afraid of mercury poisoning... Don't quarrel, uncle is really annoyed..."

In a vague protest, Sima Ling turned over and tried to get rid of Wei Ye's claws, and did not forget to make a verbal counterattack between half-dream and half-awake: "Anyway, those inferior cinnabar... If the uncle doesn't process it, it's worthless garbage..."

Listening to the word "trash", Wei Ye frowned slightly, but his fingers were still persevering in painting the word "Chi" on Sima Ling's forehead. I wonder if it was a subconscious action developed by using too many Taoist techniques recently.

"Is it garbage... what if it is garbage that is not worth my processing?"

Sima Ling, who was impatient by Wei Ye, finally couldn't stand it anymore. She rolled up and sat up, and said angrily:

"Of course it was thrown into the garbage dump... Uncle, are you still going to keep it for the New Year?"

Listening to his own complaints, Wei Ye shrugged without hesitation: "Ha, I'm not bad at speaking, I really can't just leave garbage at my feet."

After saying this stupid sentence, the magician who was basically not as good as an elder, rubbed Sima Ling's head and took a rare look at it: "Go to the wing room to tidy up your bedding before going to bed. Don't forget to close the doors and windows before going to bed. Whether it is a thief or a soldier, don't let them run in."

"Where are you, uncle?"

After scanning Sima Ling, who was completely sleepy, Wei Ye seemed to have not seen his niece's good news, "Don't hide anything from me," while spreading out the bamboo slip-style terminal in his hand, inputting the operation information of "the terminal holder applies for return" with one hand, and answering casually: "Go to the store to buy some daily necessities, and don't even need to clean up garbage, right?"

...

………

"So you went to the shop in the middle of the night?"

Wearing blue and white pajamas and pajamas, Feng Yue's store manager Feng Yue drooped his eyelids and sat at the counter with a sleep-deprived look, his head swaying little by little, and he could lie down flat at almost any time.

"Because time is urgent, I have to contact Boss Feng to place an order first. You are somewhat considerate and considerate. It's not that the incident happened suddenly, I won't come to the door in the middle of the night."

Sitting opposite Feng Yue, whose hair was as messy as a bird's nest, Wei Ye's outfit was pretty well-dressed, but his eyes were slightly red, and there was a slight smell of alcohol in his pronunciation, which was no better than Feng Yue, who was almost between sleeping and not sleeping.

"...Okay, I'll take the order first and I'll get the goods for you tomorrow morning." He raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and blocked his yawn back into his throat. Feng Yue stretched out his left hand weakly. Wei Ye also stuffed a piece of paper into Feng Yue's palm at about the same time: "The goods I want are not large, but the types are very diverse. After thinking about it, only Boss Feng, you can give me the shortest time to complete it."

"Ha, you've been awarded for the award... Uh, this order is really complicated."

He put the piece of paper in his hand with scribbled handwriting and looked at it. Feng Yue's sleepiness suddenly disappeared. He put the piece of paper on the counter. The boss of the Wanyong Business Company, who always had messy hair, rubbed his face with both hands, took a deep breath, then raised his head and smiled bitterly:

"What is the person who is going to do? I can't understand at all... High-yield grain seeds, fast-growing culture medium for ornamental fungi, various pets with genetic mutations, household universal garden catalysts, instant-tearing arcane scrolls, plus a box of plant transformation injections, and a mercenary who understands the technique of snake gu in Miaojiang? Could it be that the person who is going to open a greenhouse zoo that imitates the climate of rainforest in the late Eastern Han Dynasty?"

"Of course not," Wei Ye shook his head with a smile, "There is no place like Luoyang in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, and it makes people put a pot of flowers in the greenhouse."

"Then this is..."

"Weapons, arms." Wei Ye closed his hands together and made an arch bridge, allowing him to put his chin on it. "For you, boss, these things are just groceries to embellish your life, but for me, they are all very useful and dangerous arms."

Feng Yue glanced at the man in front of him, his eyes and Wei Ye's eyes were about to leave, and finally he showed a habitual professional smile: "People, I am a business that makes money with kindness. Don't talk about such a terrorist, otherwise people will always think that you are the kind of terrorist who can only make Qasimov cocktails after buying eggs and banana water."

"That's too much of a slight underestimation," Wei Ye also laughed softly, "I have not played the same way with those friends who are wearing turbans. They killed civilians, am I?"

He leaned his body forward slightly, and the magician replied in a low voice:

"I don't want to kill someone, but something bigger and more empty than that, unable to touch but observable."

Listening to this kind of crime declaration that doesn't understand what it is, but makes people feel very powerful, Feng Yue just smiles with a kind and nods, and he should be:

"Whether it is an invisible ghost or an intangible god, you will definitely have a way to kill a magician like you. I can help you with fast-acting and high-yield grain seeds and fungi culture media from familiar ancient e-tech workshops, but the commissions for seal engravers and mercenaries are not cheap..."

"In addition to the commission, I have all included the Star Gate usage fees for arriving in Luoyang and returning to the Star Gate."

"This time, you are so generous. It seems that you have killed a few suckers. The rumors of getting rich overnight are real." Feng Yue once again stopped a yawn that was coming to his mouth with his hands and nodded, "Then should you go home and wait for the store to complete the goods before taking them away, or go back first to prepare and wait for the store to ship by Starmen Express?"

"Well, that's it, is it free shipping for your store?"

There is always a way to make a cold case when discussing business, which is Wei Ye’s only skill. Feng Yue turned his head and rubbed his face with his hands again until his face turned red and he was completely asleep, and then he put down his hands in a tone that he could not listen anymore: “Mr. Zhao and I are also old friends. I know that the Guardian have hit a lot from their big gun mansion. You are also a wealthy person who has gotten rid of poverty and become rich. Can you be a little decent in such small things?”

"No, I'm not Zhao Yalong's speech-maker who loves to recite celebrity telegrams. There is a big gun mansion like Da Gun Mansion that can do everything possible. Even if I take care of my niece, I rely on this money as a lifelong guarantee fund. It's natural to be more thrifty."

Wei Ye curled his lips and threw the tall hat that Feng Yue handed over, spreading his hands very skillfully: "After all, we are an old customer of the store, don't we have any special discounts for delivery?"

"If it is a private residence of the customer who delivered the goods to the customer in the Gate of the Star Realm, it will definitely be a free service. However, the customer who delivered the goods to the customer in other time and space activities is not cheap. The store can only give you a 30% discount on shipping fees at most, so don't think about other customers."

"The freight is 50% off, but in terms of the agency fee for mercenaries, we can calculate it at 5% of the commission."

"……make a deal."

...

………

After negotiating the price with Fengyuetang's store manager, Wei Ye didn't bother to Feng Yue, who had eight big words written on his face with the words "I'm very sleepy, I'm very tired" and asked the manager of the Niaowutou, who was also an old acquaintance, about the terminal contact number of Fengyuetang's customer service, and left a file in his bamboo slip terminal. Wei Ye said disturbing and submitted an application for Star Gate Service in Fengyuetang.

With a faint light that was almost invisible to the naked eye, the uninvited guest who came over in the middle of the night finally disappeared between the containers in Fengyuetang that had never been arranged.

After being disturbed by Wei Ye, although he was still sleepy and had never disappeared, Feng Yue rubbed his eyes and found a platinum pocket watch with a simple style of British gentlemen from his pajama pocket.

Opening the cover of the watch, gently tapped the dial with his fingertips. Looking at the faint green data stream floating on the dial, Feng Yue tapped a special icon floating on the dial. With his movements, a sweet female voice rang out in the quiet Fengyue Hall: "Good evening, store manager, do you have any work to explain so late?"

"Ah, I have nothing big to do here, I just don't feel at ease," Feng Yue replied in a warm voice, "Tomorrow morning, can I help me go to the Star World Business Association to check the latest information? Well, don't check anything else. The focus of my attention is the recent trading volume of military supplies such as cold weapons and armor in the Middle Ages."
Chapter completed!