"This doesn't seem to be your style. You haven't moved for so long. Look at your level. Oh..." Dugu Hong sat down on the floor of Juxian restaurant and sent away the waiter. The fat guy looked up and down Dugu Hong and kept shaking his head. He could also tell that Dugu Hong’s level was not high. “Did you just join the game?”
He can't help but doubt this. The fat man knew well of Dugu Hong’s strength. He had always been a figure in different games, though he didn’t have many friends.
Dugu Hong smiled and shook his head: "I joined the game since its public beta."
"How is it possible?" The fat man’s eyes widened.
"Oh, don't mention about it." How could Dugu Hong mention about he had been locked up? He asked the fat man, “How about you? What do you want from me?”
"Oh..." The fat man started to rub his hands. Seeing this, Dugu Hong knew there’s a big business.
Although mentally prepared, what the fat man said still surprised him: "Last night, you messed up the world mission of the Dragon Source sect. Do you have any good items that are not of much use to you...I can sell them for you?”
Dugu Hong squirted some tea and sprinkled over the fat man’s face: "How do you know it was me who messed the mission?"
This was really a bit surprising. Dugu Hong had makeup and changed his look. He had a completely different face. It was also very dark last night. How did the fat man recognize him?
"I have my own tricks!" The fat man wiped his face and continued, “I am a businessman. So I talk about business. From my perspective, it was not hard to figure you out.”
"You should be clear about what kind of sect Dragon Source is. This sect has existed in different games, with a lot of contacts. Though it was a world mission last night, they didn’t even issue any notice. Obviously, last night was not important for them. The rewards weren’t much either. So it shouldn’t be an insider who messed the mission up.”
"So, it must have been an accident for you to come across the mission in the temple last night. You probably were practicing to level up in that mountain area so that you were lucky to come across the Dragon Source sect.”
"After the mission last night, the Dragon Source was not sure about who messed up their mission. What is the first thing that person would do? 99% to repair his items in Dali city, which needs money. So he has to sell items. In Dali city, is there anywhere else people could pick up so many Buddha items? It could only be the mountain temple.”
“So, I have already sent out people to looking for street sellers...”
"The few gangsters in the market, were they your guys?” Dugu Hong squinted at the fat man.
"No, of course not." The fat man shook his head like a rattle. “But they were indeed sent there by my man.”
Dugu Hong glanced at him and didn't speak. A pigeon flew in from the window and landed in his hand. It was Niuhuang's message: "I have arrived, where are you?"
Dugu Hong replied a room number. There were too many players in the game. The restaurant was not large enough for so many gamers. So private rooms were a copy attachment.
The fat man hurriedly explained: "Seeing what you did in the mountain temple, I thought you were at least a level 50 or level 60 gamer. But it turned out you were just level 33. Since you are such a low level gamer, I thought you were hired by someone to sell the items for him...”
The fat man’s voice got lower and lower. In the end, he quickly changed his topic, “It turns out boss gamer is different. You totally ignored the level difference between you and the masters in the temple. Your palm hit was indeed terrific. I really admire you!”
"That’s enough flatter. I don’t have anything special left. There’s only a jade..."
Dugu Hong opened the equipment cover and the fat man started to star at the items. Dugu Hong glanced at him and said, “I need to use it.”
"Of course. You only dump those useless items.”
"There is also a copy of ‘Shennong Medicine’..."
The fat man continued bragging. It was not uncommon to get books on life skills—one could always find such books in book stores. But books about high level skills were not easily accessible, especially techniques that could impact everyone in the sect. The price of such books were usually extremely high, worthy more than holy weapons.
He was again knocked down by Dugu Hong, “I have already given the book to others.”
The fat man can't help but mourn: "How can you give it to someone else, boss? If you don't have time, you can let me practice that book.”
In the end, the fat man gnashed his teeth: "I don't know which one without eyes got the book..."
"Boom!", the door was open and Niuhuang came in. "I am the one who had no eyes. What up?”
"Big...big...master..." The fat man twisted his tongue.
Niuhuang kicked the chair under the fat man, making his sway, and glared at him. He said, "Big...Master...?"
"Master... brother?" The fat man finally said the words clearly.
Dugu Hong was not surprised. The fat man was able to tell his level and claimed capable of medicine refining. He must belong to the “Low Five” sect. The fact that the fat man called Niuhuang master brother indicated that Niuhuang had a high level in “Low Five” sect.
"Good boy. I forgive you this time. Where are the herbs?” Niuhuang didn't waste his talk, sat down to eat and turned to ask Dugu Hong.
It was almost in the blink of an eye, all the food on the table were finished by Niuhung. Niuhuang kept running over the years which required to consume a lot of his energy. Hence he had developed a big stomach.
Niuhuang licked the last drop of win in the jug and started to trade with Dugu Hong. He suddenly exclaimed, “What? What? You have got ‘Dark Scent’? ‘Wulong Claw’? And there were so many of them! Where did you get them from? Dali city doesn’t produce these medicine at all. These are all quality medicine which are above level 10!” Niuhuang looked at Dugu Hong with admiration.
"This doesn't seem to be your style. You haven't moved for so long. Look at your level. Oh..." Dugu Hong sat down on the floor of Juxian restaurant and sent away the waiter. The fat guy looked up and down Dugu Hong and kept shaking his head. He could also tell that Dugu Hong’s level was not high. “Did you just join the game?”
He can't help but doubt this. The fat man knew well of Dugu Hong’s strength. He had always been a figure in different games, though he didn’t have many friends.
Dugu Hong smiled and shook his head: "I joined the game since its public beta."
"How is it possible?" The fat man’s eyes widened.
"Oh, don't mention about it." How could Dugu Hong mention about he had been locked up? He asked the fat man, “How about you? What do you want from me?”
"Oh..." The fat man started to rub his hands. Seeing this, Dugu Hong knew there’s a big business.
Although mentally prepared, what the fat man said still surprised him: "Last night, you messed up the world mission of the Dragon Source sect. Do you have any good items that are not of much use to you...I can sell them for you?”
Dugu Hong squirted some tea and sprinkled over the fat man’s face: "How do you know it was me who messed the mission?"
This was really a bit surprising. Dugu Hong had makeup and changed his look. He had a completely different face. It was also very dark last night. How did the fat man recognize him?
"I have my own tricks!" The fat man wiped his face and continued, “I am a businessman. So I talk about business. From my perspective, it was not hard to figure you out.”
"You should be clear about what kind of sect Dragon Source is. This sect has existed in different games, with a lot of contacts. Though it was a world mission last night, they didn’t even issue any notice. Obviously, last night was not important for them. The rewards weren’t much either. So it shouldn’t be an insider who messed the mission up.”
"So, it must have been an accident for you to come across the mission in the temple last night. You probably were practicing to level up in that mountain area so that you were lucky to come across the Dragon Source sect.”
"After the mission last night, the Dragon Source was not sure about who messed up their mission. What is the first thing that person would do? 99% to repair his items in Dali city, which needs money. So he has to sell items. In Dali city, is there anywhere else people could pick up so many Buddha items? It could only be the mountain temple.”
“So, I have already sent out people to looking for street sellers...”
"The few gangsters in the market, were they your guys?” Dugu Hong squinted at the fat man.
"No, of course not." The fat man shook his head like a rattle. “But they were indeed sent there by my man.”
Dugu Hong glanced at him and didn't speak. A pigeon flew in from the window and landed in his hand. It was Niuhuang's message: "I have arrived, where are you?"
Dugu Hong replied a room number. There were too many players in the game. The restaurant was not large enough for so many gamers. So private rooms were a copy attachment.
The fat man hurriedly explained: "Seeing what you did in the mountain temple, I thought you were at least a level 50 or level 60 gamer. But it turned out you were just level 33. Since you are such a low level gamer, I thought you were hired by someone to sell the items for him...”
The fat man’s voice got lower and lower. In the end, he quickly changed his topic, “It turns out boss gamer is different. You totally ignored the level difference between you and the masters in the temple. Your palm hit was indeed terrific. I really admire you!”
"That’s enough flatter. I don’t have anything special left. There’s only a jade..."
Dugu Hong opened the equipment cover and the fat man started to star at the items. Dugu Hong glanced at him and said, “I need to use it.”
"Of course. You only dump those useless items.”
"There is also a copy of ‘Shennong Medicine’..."
The fat man continued bragging. It was not uncommon to get books on life skills—one could always find such books in book stores. But books about high level skills were not easily accessible, especially techniques that could impact everyone in the sect. The price of such books were usually extremely high, worthy more than holy weapons.
He was again knocked down by Dugu Hong, “I have already given the book to others.”
The fat man can't help but mourn: "How can you give it to someone else, boss? If you don't have time, you can let me practice that book.”
In the end, the fat man gnashed his teeth: "I don't know which one without eyes got the book..."
"Boom!", the door was open and Niuhuang came in. "I am the one who had no eyes. What up?”
"Big...big...master..." The fat man twisted his tongue.
Niuhuang kicked the chair under the fat man, making his sway, and glared at him. He said, "Big...Master...?"
"Master... brother?" The fat man finally said the words clearly.
Dugu Hong was not surprised. The fat man was able to tell his level and claimed capable of medicine refining. He must belong to the “Low Five” sect. The fact that the fat man called Niuhuang master brother indicated that Niuhuang had a high level in “Low Five” sect.
"Good boy. I forgive you this time. Where are the herbs?” Niuhuang didn't waste his talk, sat down to eat and turned to ask Dugu Hong.
It was almost in the blink of an eye, all the food on the table were finished by Niuhung. Niuhuang kept running over the years which required to consume a lot of his energy. Hence he had developed a big stomach.
Niuhuang licked the last drop of win in the jug and started to trade with Dugu Hong. He suddenly exclaimed, “What? What? You have got ‘Dark Scent’? ‘Wulong Claw’? And there were so many of them! Where did you get them from? Dali city doesn’t produce these medicine at all. These are all quality medicine which are above level 10!” Niuhuang looked at Dugu Hong with admiration.
