After a day's efforts, although scrap iron did not receive much, but the heart is happy, feel that the road to victory, in front of.

He was very angry at the thought of those crafty bandits.

Mean, shameless, return more people, bully less.

When I develop the grenade, I want them to look good.

These scrap iron into the storage ring, ready to buy another wave tomorrow, you can make grenades.

Of course, now the scrap iron is enough, but the more the better, of course, the more the better.

As long as they are made, the bandits are not enough to fight by themselves.

Another room.

Huang Fugui was very angry all day.

"Damn it, that guy is. It's so hateful." He has never been so disgraced. Today, he has lost his face in front of so many disciples.

"Brother Huang, find out, that guy's name is Lin fan. Because he has made contributions in the battlefield, he has been promoted to a first-class disciple. According to the students who gave him rewards, he is very stingy and has a bad character."

Huang Fugui's head is not round enough. Although he is very angry, he doesn't think of any good way to do it

The dog's eyebrows were locked, and he was obviously thinking. Then his eyes lit up and he thought about it.

"Elder martial brother, you can see that this guy even bought scrap iron. It must show that these scrap iron is very important to him. In my opinion, we will also collect scrap iron tomorrow and rob his business, so that he can't make a deal." Said the dogleg.

Huang Fugui frowned, "collect scrap iron? What do I want these wastes for and what can I express? "

"Oh, elder martial brother Huang, if you think about it, he must be very upset that he can't receive anything. At the same time, it can also make him understand that elder martial brother Huang is so rich that he can know that we can't afford to shoot stones with eggs. It's like killing two birds with one stone." Dogleg son complacently says, he can think of this method for oneself, nod praise.

Huang Fugui thought about it for a while, and he felt that he could do it. He could not help but clap the dog's shoulder with a smile. "Good, good. You've got a smart brain. It's worth it. I'll take you as a subordinate. Go and arrange it quickly. We'll make him look good tomorrow."

"OK, elder martial brother Huang, take good care of it. I will never let you down." Dogleg is so confident that he has been convinced by his intelligence.

Maybe it is because of this that we can get the love of senior brother Huang.

The next day!

Lin fan still pushed the cart and yelled at the disciple's residence.

"Collect scrap iron, a catty a piece, the price is reasonable, pass by, don't miss, miss this time, can have to wait for the next time."

Now the disciples on this road all know that a disciple whose IQ is not too high is collecting scrap iron. Therefore, many people didn't do anything yesterday, just looking for scrap iron. No, as soon as they heard the familiar voice, everyone ran out.

Seeing what these disciples had in their hands, Lin Fan immediately showed a happy smile. It seemed that this time it was stable.

Just when he thought the harvest was full, something unexpected happened to him.

Dong Dong!

A louder Gong broke out.

Huang Fugui's henchman exclaimed, "all senior brothers, come and have a look. We've collected scrap iron, and we're waiting for you to get one hundred thousand yuan of wealth."

Those disciples who were going to sell things to Lin Fan were stunned at this.

"Crouch, elder martial brother Huang's, sell it to elder martial brother Huang as soon as possible."

"My God, when is this scrap iron so valuable?"

"I don't know. I'll sell it to whoever has a high price."

Lin Fan gaped at this scene, this special what situation, how to rob business?

When looking at Huang Fugui's side, I saw the other side's hands in his arms and looked at himself with pride.

The eyes, as if flashing, poor than, you still fight with me.

"I'm in bed." Lin fan is not happy, very unhappy, this special rhythm is not right, all worthless scrap iron, you take your sister ah.

Double the price. You're stupid.

Oh, my mother, it's just a beast.

The movement here attracted the attention of many disciples. When some disciples heard this, they ran away and sold things.

In their opinion, these scrap iron is worth a lot, which is something they dare not even think about.

Lin Fan just looks at it like this. After a little Kung Fu, the other party's scrap iron is full.

Huang Fugui now don't say how cool, but his heart is very painful, this can be real gold and silver ah, he was not easy to save, now in order to revenge a guy, directly spent a lot of money, this heartache very much.

But seeing that guy's face helplessly looking at his expression, Huang Fugui felt so cool.

In his opinion, this guy will definitely come to his theory later, and then he will humiliate himself.It's like Tathagata.

See that?

Money means you can do whatever you want, but you have nothing to do.

It's just that the reality is a little different from the idea. The guy pushed the car and left directly.

Dogleg son bought all the scrap iron of his disciples, and then came to Huang Fugui happily, "elder martial brother, we've done it. Make sure that the guy won't get any."

Huang Fugui asked casually, "how much did you receive?"

"The dog leg son smiles," elder martial brother, altogether spent 24 thousand flaming Chinese currency. "

"What?" Hearing this number, Huang Fugui's heart suddenly coagulates, so many?

When he saw the accumulation of scrap iron like a hill, he always felt something bad.

……

Lin Fan returns to the residence, in the heart is also secretly scolding.

Mom sells lots of money. It's a really special dog. Forget it. You don't have a common understanding with him. There's a lot of scrap iron. You can make a lot of grenades.

"Well, in the next few days, I'll give full play to my intelligence and let everyone know what kind of terrible killing device Lin fan is about to create."

Lin fan is full of confidence. As for Huang Fugui collecting scrap iron, let him take it. Some of them cry.

Also want to pit me, do not see how I Lin fan hanging.

In these days.

He has been busy making grenades and solving all the fundamental problems.

But in this period of time, a big event happened.

The disciples of the tool refining hall came out to find some scrap iron and went back to have a try. However, when they found some disciples, they found that the price of scrap iron, which had not been paid before, had been raised.

Two bucks a pound?

And not necessarily how many?

This is baffling to the disciples of the weapon refining hall. When will they ask for money?

Originally, they thought that they met the black hearted disciples, but they asked many of them in succession, and all of them got the same result.

"Younger martial brothers, this scrap iron is not free. Now the market price is two yuan a pound. If you need it, you can sell it to you. If you don't need it, I have to send it to elder martial brother Huang."

Disciple of weapon refining Hall:

And Lin fan I am afraid did not expect, because of this small move, even the zongmen of scrap iron to fry up.

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