By the time Li Sanjiang was rescued, many players of the Sky Sword had arrived. The head of the Lord of the Dog-Killer was still on the ground, so they were naturally handed over to the guild president and others to deal with it. At the same time, Marceau was also rewarded by the guild president in the federal standard currency. The reason why he did not use gold coins but federal standard currency was entirely because the game is currently a medium-sized guild like the Sword of the Sky, with only a dozen gold coins in working capital. Now is the early stage of the game, and a silver coin can be used as a big money. Moreover, the early guilds spent money like flowing water. Marceau heard that the druids of the guild elite group were already queuing up to make Shenbiao subsidies for family use.

The reward is 1,200 federal standard currency. With the value of the Lord of the Kowtower, Marceau felt that it was a little less, but this was just a reward from the guild. The NPC would definitely give him a reward. And when the guild management understands how valuable the Lord of the Kowtower is, the girl from the Lin family will definitely win more rewards for herself.

Thinking of this, Marceau decided to go offline and rest for a while. Minmei naturally agreed to Marceau's decision, and Mingen said she was coming to see Marceau... In addition to confirming that the girl who drove a private shuttle between Mars and the moon could not afford to be injured, Marceau had no reason to refuse.

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Taking off his helmet, the massage chair had already stopped working. Marceau moved for a while, and then lay on the chair with peace of mind and began to think about the situation in recent times. First of all, the successful siege of the Lord of the Kowtow will leave a good impression on the guild in the heart of the lord and lord of the city of Paroonst. This is a good thing to pave the way for the future development of the satellite city, but as I thought before, Marceau did not have enough capital to obtain his own part in the subsequent reallocation of interests.

Marceau does not have the kind of businessman who looks at money incredibly hugely, but the past five years of life made the cat understand that money is not omnipotent, but without money is absolutely impossible. Marceau does not ask that he is rich in this life, nor does he ask that he can dominate the world. The cat just doesn't want to miss his life again... because he has lost some beauty once.

He wanted to show his ability so that Mingmei and Mingen really noticed themselves, instead of just treating themselves as a pet like before... However, all this requires money, and what Marceau lacked the most was the federal standard currency. Moreover, in order to treat Marceau's legs, his mother had already spent all her savings. Marceau clearly remembered that in order to repay the cost of the surgery, his mother only ate one bag of artificial food a day during this period... Thanks to his grandmother who helped the cat for the sake of her grandson's innocentness, the cat had food, clothing, housing and transportation.

There is an old saying on Earth that a penny cannot kill a hero. Marceau thinks that he is right, such a good opportunity... he can only give up.

Reality is always so cruel, and Marceau is a little helpless because he firmly believes that opportunities cannot be missed and no more mistakes will happen. But reality has to make the cat lower its head, but he quickly raised his head again - without this advantage, Marceau also firmly believes that he can get everything he can get. The cat has too many past events in his head, and the capital operations in the history of the game are all in memory. It is not necessary to make a big head every speculative transaction. As long as the cat seizes a few opportunities, it can make the gold coins in his hand expand in an avalanche.

Recently, there was an opportunity that was close to you - four months later, and two months later, the primary herbal medicine market will fluctuate very much. The herbal fields of grassland elves players have begun to harvest. Low-level herbs are silver moon grass and dream flowers. These two main ingredients for treating moderate injury potions and small bottles of meditation essence will fall from ten silver coins and twenty-six silver coins per plant to the prices of two silver coins and four silver coins respectively.

Marceau just seizes the opportunity and finds the purchasing managers of the larger guilds to do some futures. After three and a half months of game time, he will sign the game time with them for one month and provide a large amount of Silver Moon Grass and Dream Flower contracts with "eight silver coins and twenty-four silver coins respectively", and add a few more zeros to the contract breach of the contract. After three and a half months, the price of Silver Moon Grass and Dream Flowers will reach the highest point, and in another month, it will be the historical lowest point, and the goods at the price of two silver coins and four silver coins are all over the ground.

Of course, how to increase the debt to breach is indeed a problem, but Marceau can start operating earlier. The current price of Silver Moon Grass and Dream Flowers is still operating at an ultra-low price of silver coins. Marceau just needs to eat them and then take action in batches in futures. This can not only take a long line to catch big fish, but also make the acquirers feel that the debt to breach is not a problem that restricts them but a means to restrict cats.

That's right, just like that, after a while, Marceau will open a trading account and start an unlimited acquisition of flowers and silver moon grass. Is the price? Ninety copper coins are fine - this is the operation of capital, a special combination of aesthetics and power. The cat has heard his grandfather say this, and he also said a proverb: Capital can make people prosper, or they can make people die a bad death. It all depends on how people operate them.

Marceau, who picked up the thick book "Butterfly Effect" on the nightstand, leaned against the soft chair, couldn't help but sigh at the wisdom of his elders. This is really an appropriate description. Thinking of this, Marceau felt better.

After an hour, the cat who was rereading the book in his hand heard the sound of knocking outside the window with curtains. So he put down the book in his hand and climbed to the edge of the bed, opened the curtains and opened the window, and saw Mingen who was lying outside the window.

"Marceau, Wu'an, see what delicious food Mingen brings you today." The beautiful Telshan girl with silver hair shawl raised the insulation box in her hand and raised it, then climbed in through the window. The cat helped the girl, and at the same time looked at the silent traffic boat outside the window with lingering fear. This girl's operating skills are getting better and better. You must know that when she first leaned over last month, Mingen directly knocked the attic window sill where the cat was living in a hole, almost robbing the cat's life.

The Mars ring belt where Xicuizhuang is located is now June, so the girl with silver hair and black eyes is wearing a white silk-edged long-sleeved dress. The blue ribbon on her chest is dancing under the wind, holding a thermal box in her hand - don't look at the girl wearing simple clothes, because Mingen bought this dress when she pushed him out to play. The whole set is woven with all-natural silk. The cat has seen the six zeros on the price that make the cat feel desperate.

This is Lin Mingen. Marceau and she have been classmates since the first grade of kindergarten. I still remember the first time I saw her. The little girl grabbed the cat's tail in surprise and almost dislocated it... In short, this is the most disconnected and caring girl that Marceau has encountered in her short 25-year cat life.

The reason why she was off-line was because of her curiosity when she was a child, Marceau's tail and ears suffered a lot. As for her considerateness, it was because of her cooking skills after she grew up. In recent years, Marceau can be said to have grown up eating the meat and dried fish roasted by her and her sister, and this has been the case every day for the next period of time.

"Hey, Marceau, I heard you have had another surgery. Have you finished it?" Mingen, who jumped onto the bed, sat carelessly on it, without any other meanings from men and women.

"Well, it's done. The doctor said that my legs might be conscious about half a month to a month." Marceau smiled and reached out to pat Mingen's little head. All his mother's savings were spent on the cat. Now the cat thought about money and was about to go crazy. In addition to trying to make his dream come true, he also hoped that his mother would no longer be responsible for the burden known as Marceau.

My mother is only in her forties. In this era when the average life expectancy is almost approaching 150, my mother still has a long way to go. The cat doesn't want her to waste her life for herself... Even if she finds a good man to marry alone, it is better than accompanying the cat.

"That's great." Mingen hugged Marceau's neck, and she pressed her forehead against the cat's forehead: "Marceau, sister, I have made you delicious shrimp dumplings with your sister Mingmei."

"You are only one day older than me." The cat stretched out his tail and shaved heavily on the girl's face.

"You are a sister one day." At this point, Mingen blinked her big black eyes, then smiled and let go of Marceau's neck: "Marceau, your birthday is coming soon."

"You want to say that your birthday is coming soon, right?" Marceau tilted his head, and he reached out to grab Mingen's little hand: "Do you still want to give it according to the gift on the form this year?"

"Yes, look, this is the wallet you gave last year. Mingen has been using it all the time." Mingen took out a small floral wallet from the white bag - this one is really cheap because it was made by Marceau, 10 standard currency fabrics, 20 standard currency wallet chains, and combined with the cat's terrible knitting skills.

Marceau still remembers the helpless expressions of the two girls when they took out their wallets to show off. That's right. The most powerful rich second-generation twins in Pit No. 1 suddenly took out a wallet that was extremely poor to show off in front of them and them. I'm afraid no one can stand this visual impact. The so-called tears of men and women were really appropriate at that time.

"Well, I think about it. If I remember correctly this year, it should be lipstick, right?" Marceau recalled - the form was an agreement written by the girls and the cat at the age of fifteen. At that time, everyone was still young and always felt that they were mixed-race children and should be close. So Marceau gave it to Mingen and Mingmei annually according to the things on the form. Of course, the two girls would also return the gift the next day.

I can go back to five years ago, stand at this starting point again, still remember and enjoy the kindness of Mingen and Mingmei to me, and even want to keep the girl alone in my life. Marceau doesn't want others to take them away... so I have to work harder.

At the same time, you must be more careful, because only by living can you realize your dreams.

"Hey, Marceau, why are you distracted again?" Mingen grabbed the cat's collar and kept swaying. Marceau nodded quickly: "Is there anything else?"

"This year's birthday, my sister and I will give you a box of caviar according to the form..." Speaking of this, the girl opened the lunch box: "It was made by Zemdal!"

Zemdal's caviar is the best caviar in the Earth Federation. The delicacy that Marceau wanted the most. When he got it five years ago, the cat kept putting it on the head of the bed and reluctant to eat it... It was really simple at that time.

However, Mingen had already taken out the chopsticks from the lunch box and handed the box of shrimp dumplings to the cat: "Hurry up and eat it." Before the cat took the chopsticks, he heard the protest sound from the girl's abdomen. The cat without words just silently picked up a dumpling from the box and sent it to the girl's mouth.

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The cat who fed each other and put down the chopsticks looked at Mingen, causing the girl who was packing the lunch box to tilt her head strangely: "Masso, what's wrong with you? Are there any bugs on me?" asked the girl.

"The mouth is not clean." Looking at the much tender face in front of me, Marceau reached out to wipe away the little pasta remaining beside the girl's mouth.

Let the cat wipe his mouth, the girl smiled and touched Marceau's forehead with her forehead, put the lunch box in the insulation box: "Macau, what do you want to eat tomorrow."

‘I want to eat you.’

Marceau's deep answer did not think about it, nor could the girl know it, so the cat just thought about it for a while: "I want to eat crab fried rice."

"no problem."
Chapter completed!