Gamers Are Fierce

After all, the mule transferred a thousand game coins to Li Ang, as well as a piece of related information about sophisticated equipment.

Li Ang glanced around and found that the special effect of this piece of equipment was pure physical damage, which was relatively ordinary.

I am afraid that the strength of the material is not enough, and it may be scrapped after being swung by Li Ang a few times.

They asked for other compensation.

Li Ang looked at the pieces of equipment information sent to him by the mule, but he was not very interested.

And, in view of the fact that trading equipment must be in contact with reality,

Li Ang then refused the item transaction and asked the mule to convert the equipment at the market price and send the money to himself.

The mule was also unambiguous, and immediately transferred 3,000 game coins to Li Ang.

Then the two chatted a little bit, and then hung up the friend communication.

"Shooting the money so soon?"

Miss Chai spit out her tongue, "Tsk...without changing his face, I took out 5000 game currency, is it really such a profit to be an intelligence dealer..."

"of course."

After the friend's communication was hung up, Li Ang leaned back, lay down in the chair, and said casually: "After all, the killing game is the only way to the transcendence.

Consortiums, old secret associations, new hidden organizations, and lone wolf players are all around it.

So far, a complete commercial market has been derived from killing games.

The primary industry producing raw materials.

For example, werewolves sell their teeth in their mouths, mummies sell their shrouds, and gardeners sell their own potions with special effects.

The secondary industry that processes raw materials.

For example, blacksmiths use materials to forge equipment and props, and mechanics use special metals to create sophisticated robotic arms.

And the tertiary industry that provides various services.

For example, information dealers sell information, brokers provide intermediary services, and doctors provide medical services.

In addition, there are gourmet cooking, beauty salons, tracking investigations, looking for cats and dogs, assassinations and assassinations, game currency cash exchange...

I heard that somewhere in Southeast Asia, there is a black market dedicated to players.

Organizations all over the world are planting eyeliners and arranging forces there,

Buy and sell props, trade intelligence, and transmit information.

There are also many professional life players who settle near the black market and open shops for trading.

Killing games still abide by economic laws, and the profit rate of the tertiary industry is still higher than that of the secondary and primary industries.

Therefore, to a certain extent, players who have mastered life and professional skills are the most profitable people in killing games.

They can use their later development potential to make up for the lack of early combat power. "

"Oh oh,"

Miss Chai nodded, "It's noon on the day of hoeing. Mining is really hard. The planing is all copper, and the purity is only five.

Blindly work hard and will always be wage earners.

Only by sitting upstream can you be the boss. "

"...Industrial and agricultural scissors are poor, you are right to say that."

Li Ang nodded, and said painfully, "But where did you hear the limericks in the "Legend"?"

"On the computer web page."

Chai Chai said naturally, "Fifteen years of legendary classics, if it is a brother, come and kill me, tonight, we will fight against Shabak tonight.

I think their advertisements are super delicate. "

After all, Chai Chai floated to the computer, knocked on the keyboard a few times, and immediately appeared on the screen a tyrant cool page game advertisement-a figure wearing a shiny golden full body armor, was carrying a big knife while hunting Orc head.

"...I guess it was from which stand-alone game you stole the cg."

As Li Ang was talking, he was surprised to find that this page of the game ad was not stolen. What he did was really like that. It seemed that he had lost his money.

CG soon finished broadcasting. The golden-clad figure on the screen was standing on the huge corpse of the orc with a big knife and took off the mask.

Showing a dark-skinned middle-aged fat man's face,

He smiled slightly at the camera, and said in a half-baked Mandarin accent: "It's a brother who will kill me. I am in the **** blue moon and I am in love with the legend of the return of the world, waiting for you."

Wait, why is this legendary name so long? And who is this guy?

Shouldn't this be the location of Tianle, Zhazhahui, Pheasant Brother, Baoqiang, and Uncle Da?

Li Ang was stunned for a second or two before he found the middle-aged fat man's information from the memory bank.

This person seems to be a Siamese tyrant, with oriental and Siamese aristocratic ancestry, and he is doing cruise business in the two places.

Before the killing game started, the Siamese local tyrant acted ostentatiously, with constant lace news with female stars, and was very famous, often appearing in the entertainment information section.

And at the bottom left of the online game advertisement he starred in himself... a line of faint white translucent writing floated.

"I'm Prasong Sawan Susie, the leader of the secret Siam organization Yan Luo, do you want to join me? Want to have wealth and power? Then search for player number XV15*7841, and add friends of my contacts~"

Obviously, this line of white transparent handwriting has been imposed a certain cognitive bias curse.

Only players can see~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No, how can this old Siamese iron be so good at playing? "

Li Ang couldn't help but shook his head and laughed blankly, "Using a web game to advertise himself,

Don't you be afraid of being too famous and being spotted by others and killing him?

Moreover, can the secret organization known to everyone be called a secret organization? "

"However, it shouldn't be effective to do this?"

Chai Chai scratched his head and said: "If a lone wolf player wants to choose an organization to join, he must adapt to local conditions and find an official in his area to hold his thigh.

No matter how bad they are, they have to hug the thighs of the consortium, drink spicy foods, beauties in cheongsam, drunk fans, multiplayer sports.

I don't know how to take refuge in Siamese old iron thousands of miles away. "

"Who knows."

Li Ang spread his hands, "Perhaps the purpose of the Siamese tyrant is to let others know that he has the capital to act arrogantly and not suddenly die.

Let the local players in Siam have confidence in him.

No matter how bad, as long as the reputation goes out, there will always be forces to talk to him for cooperation. "

The confrontation of the upper-class forces in the killing game has nothing to do with Li Ang for the time being. He now wants to proceed step by step and upgrade the alchemy to the intermediate level, thereby increasing the level of the magic box.

"Take a short break and go to work."

Li Ang interlocked his fingers, stretched his waist, and comfortably pried open a bottle of Fat House Happy Water and drank it.

He has no malice towards the mule, and the two of them cooperated with each other, and they have always been very happy.

I don't want to spend a lot of effort to dig out the personal information of the intelligence broker and catch him from behind the scenes.

Not to mention whether it can be found, even if a clue is found, it is likely to be a suspicious array laid down by the mule in advance-for an intelligence broker, preparing for the back is almost instinctive.

I just don’t know if the other players on the Raiders team will track the mule...