Chapter 1,173 Take It From the Corpse

Metro Line 0. W. 』⒉３

Before coming to Shangjing City, Jiang Chen had never heard of this word. However, when he saw the few lines in the brochure about Metro Line 0, he gradually became interested.

Digging such an entire subway line hundreds of meters deep underground is probably not to store some nutritional mixture or food cans. The things stored inside should at least be no cheaper than a war storage channel.

The keyword "Legacy of Pan-Asian Cooperation" in the article successfully attracted his attention.

Of course, he was interested, so he didn't take a photo immediately. Although he is not short of money, he can't be taken advantage of, right? No one can guarantee that the ID card is a real ID card and that the legendary Line 0 really exists.

It wasn't until he shouted out the high price of 5,000 Yajing from the 001 box opposite that Jiang Chen's worries were completely dispelled and he boldly bought the card.

If Wan Peng knew that it was he who offered a high price to others and strengthened Jiang Chen's determination to take this ID card, I wonder if he would be angry and internally injured. You know, when the price of box 076 was 10,000 Yajing, he took out 20,000 Yajing without hesitation.

In the end, he was beaten to death by Jiang Chen's 50,000 Yajing...

After leaving the auction venue through the VIP channel outside the VIP room, Jiang Chen was about to walk towards the elevator when he saw a middle-aged man walking towards him.

Standing in front of Jiang Chen, the middle-aged man spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Can I take a step to talk?"

"No time."

Without even looking at him, Jiang Chen walked towards the elevator.

The expression on the middle-aged man's face froze as he watched Jiang Chen pass him by.

Although he also expected that he might hit a wall here, he did not expect that he would be rejected so simply, without even showing any mercy.

Seeing that Jiang Chen was about to get on the elevator, and thinking of the task assigned to him by his boss, the middle-aged man hurried forward and stopped in front of Jiang Chen, with a smile on his face.

Being blocked by the middle-aged man in front of him, Jiang Chen raised his eyelids slightly, and only then did he look the middle-aged man up and down.

Hairstyle of 37cm,

A gray suit with a black tie and black leather shoes...

If this wasn't the end of the world, Jiang Chen would definitely regard this guy as an insurance seller.

"May I ask your name, sir?" the middle-aged man asked, clearing his throat.

Jiang Chen was too lazy to pay attention to him at first, but suddenly thought of something, a subtle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he spoke.

"Lu Fan, my name."

"Lu Fan?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly and carefully ran through the name in his mind. He found that there was no one who could match this name and face, so his voice couldn't help but contain a bit of contempt, and he couldn't refuse. He said calmly, "My boss invites you to have tea."

"Oh? Who is your boss?" Jiang Chen smiled slightly, "Am I familiar with him?"

"Fang Peng, Manager Fang." The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, and the arrogance of being a big shot's henchman emerged spontaneously, "Have you heard of the Survivor Alliance? This Ping An Street under your feet has that person. My lord's shares. I advise you to be wise..."

Jiang Chenyun smiled lightly.

"so what?"

The expression on the middle-aged man's face gradually darkened.

"What do you mean? Are you planning to refuse our boss's invitation?"

"When have I ever shown interest?" Jiang Chen said lightly.

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled, and the gloom on his face disappeared, replaced by a look on the dead man's side.

"good very good."

Just as he was talking, the elevator arrived.

The middle-aged man took the initiative to step aside and made a greeting gesture to the elevator. He looked at Jiang Chen with a sinister smile on his face.

"I hope Mr. Lu will not regret his choice today."

"Soon you will understand what will happen if you take things you shouldn't take and reject people you shouldn't reject."

"Of course, if you regret it now, hand over the ID card obediently, you might as well--"

However, Jiang Chen didn't even look at him and walked into the elevator.

That contemptuous gesture was as if he was just an insignificant ant and it was a waste of time to even look at him.

The elevator door closed, and a sinister smile froze on the middle-aged man's face, gradually distorting.

A ball of anger surged from his heart to his forehead, overwhelming his reason.

"Cao Nima's!"

He punched the wall hard, the middle-aged man's chest heaved violently, and he cursed through gritted teeth.

Pedestrians passing by around him cast curious glances at him.

"Look at how numb you are!"

He used his eyes to scare away a person who was looking in his direction. The middle-aged man took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, glanced left and right, hurriedly straightened his collar, and left in a hurry.

…

It was still the VIP box. Wan Peng was sitting at the mahogany table, sipping the fragrant tea he had received from NAC and watching the crowd in the venue. The beauty behind him had charming eyes, and her seductive green fingers gently rose and fell on his shoulders.

Although he didn't take pictures of anything, the beautiful sign holder behind him didn't dare to look down upon her in the slightest.

Not because of anything else, just because his name is Wan Peng.

Even when her manager Ma Qianjun came here, he had to respectfully call Brother Wan and offer him tea.

Gradually, the auction is coming to an end.

Good things are emerging one after another, and the transaction prices have hit new highs one after another. However, compared with the previous large sum of 50,000 Yajing, it is still much inferior.

When a piece of N20 military power armor was bought by a survivor force boss from the East District of Shangjing City for a price of 40,000 Yajing, it was considered that the entire auction came to an end.

He knocked on the door and walked into the box. The middle-aged man who had been in contact with Jiang Chen before walked to the boss's side with a look of shame on his face and lowered his head.

"boss."

Wan Peng said calmly.

"How's it going?"

"That kid is quite uncooperative," the middle-aged man said with an indignant look, "I have sincerely invited him, but he didn't give me any face. Later, I showed your name, but instead of recognizing him, he return……"

"Repay it instead?" Wan Peng raised his eyebrows and asked, looking at his subordinates.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, pretended to be aggrieved, and said with added jealousy.

"On the contrary, he sneered disdainfully and said what kind of thing are you..."

At this point, the middle-aged man did not dare to say anything further and stood there obediently without speaking.

After listening to his subordinate's words, Wan Peng, instead of being angry, smiled easily.

"haha, really?"

"Boss..." the middle-aged man asked anxiously, "Look at this..."

"There are two ways to solve the problem in the wasteland. One is to buy it from them with Yajing. As for the second one..." Wan Peng picked up the tea cup and took a sip of light tea, "From their corpses Take it." (To be continued.)