I Became the King of Villains In the Game Chapter 284

  Chapter 284 Selling Cans and Praising

   Several players came in front of the silver kettle head.

  He raised his head, and there was a burst of laughter from under the silver pot:

   "Welcome, warriors from other places, would you like two jars? It only costs ten gold pounds each, which is definitely worth the money!"

   "Then bring me two jars, and here are twenty gold pounds."

  The player who came to open the can handed out a small bag of gold coins, then rubbed his hands expectantly.

   "May I ask you to choose it yourself, or should I help you?"

  Chen Lun smiled, stretched out his hand as a gesture, and immediately hugged his elbows, looking at the other party with interest.

"Ok…"

  The player hesitated for a while and took a deep breath.

"I will do it myself!"

  He immediately ordered a large jar on the far left and a small jar on the far right.

  Chen Lun handed the other party a small gavel.

"Please."

   "You must give me a trick! Extraordinary knowledge is also good!"

  The player muttered, and then with a mallet, he smashed the two jars hard.

   Bang! Bang!

   A small blade fell out of the first large jar, and a mechanical glove fell out of the other jar.

   "My mother! Blood loss!"

  The player's gavel hand was shaking, and he wailed on the spot.

  Unwillingly, he bent down, picked up the two things, and suddenly his whole body trembled.

   "Strange...strange thing?!"

  Player Wuhu let out a cry, held up the blade in his hand, and showed off to his friends around him.

   One of the companions took it and looked it over, with a strange expression on his face.

"[D-level monster-Happy Blade]? It can cause double damage to the weak point of male creatures, and has a high probability of causing the effect of 'gathering medicine'. It can cut off the biological tissue at its weak point and automatically turn it into medicinal materials... The price Yes, ahem, the price is a bit expensive, who would dare to use it?"

   "Dead brain, it's fine for female players to use it. This is the price of whoring for nothing."

   "Fuck! You are so smart!"

   This group of players left happily, and then another group came.

  More and more players recognized the "Silver Pot Knight Fren", and there was even a tendency to call for friends. Chen Lun was so happy, he slowly took out two new jars from the blood poem ring and added them to the carpet.

   "Come, come, let's make money! Choose one and have a look, there is absolutely no room!"

  Chen Lun started selling again.

   The ones who interacted with him this time were players from the Lost Name Guild, a group of five. The leader looked at the pot on the ground, then squatted down, looked directly at Chen Lun, and said with a smile:

   "Fren Knight, did you go to college for these jars?"

  Chen Lun stared at this guy twice, then pulled out a weed under the street lamp and played with it in his hand.

   "Is this jar male or female? If it's female, I'll buy it."

  The player picked up a jar and laughed.

  Chen Lun ignored him, thought about it in his heart, and probably figured out what this guy was doing... Probably he was shooting some boring videos, and then posted them on game forums to cheat traffic.

   At that time, the title will probably be something like "Three Sentences, I Asked the Knight of the Silver Pot to Knock Fifty Pots for Me".

   "I bought this pot and put it on my head, can it become as strong as you?"

  The player persisted and continued to ask with a playful smile.

   Chen Lun watched more and more players gather, and felt that this guy was a little disturbing his business, so he leaned forward, stretched out his hand and flicked a brain crash on his forehead.

"Naughty."

  Boom!

  The player turned into a white light and disappeared without making a sound.

  His companions in the unnamed guild took two steps back in fright. No one thought that this NPC would directly kill people in seconds.

   "Don't miss it when you pass by! Sell jars!"

  Chen Lun took over the jar that fell from mid-air, and continued to shout as if nothing had happened.

  The guys in front of them were immediately pushed aside by the players behind them.

   "Mr. Fren! I...we are your admirers! Please bring us ten jars, to be chosen by you!"

   Several female players of Little Silver Fox finally squeezed in front of him, and said a little nervously.

  Chen Lun looked up at them, a little surprised.

  He quickly remembered that when he was promoted to a magician before, it seemed to change the history of a player. The "Little Wild Chrysanthemum" that should have appeared had become "Little Silver Fox".

  The president, Sunny and Light Rain, had no reputation in his previous life, but now he is known by many players, and a large part of the reason is himself.

"Of course, no problem."

  Chen Lun smiled enthusiastically, and then picked out ten jars seemingly randomly.

  Actually, most of these jars contain tricks.

   After all, it is a fan group that admires itself, so giving a little care is just a matter of convenience.

"thanks!"

  The female fan of Little Silver Fox took the gavel and knocked open the jars one by one. Her companion packed up the things and screamed excitedly.

   "Ah—five tricks! We're rich!"

  Several little girls were holding the objects in their hands, chattering, very happy.

   The players around couldn't help but take a breath, this shipment rate is too high!

   No way, it makes people want to rush now!

   "Thank you, Mr. Fren!"

  The girls quickly expressed their gratitude.

   "Thank you for what I am doing, your luck is really good."

  Chen Lun chuckled and waved his hands.

  These girls didn't forget to take pictures. Taking advantage of Chen Lun's “not paying attention”, they took several photos and left contentedly.

  As soon as the players behind saw them leave, they immediately scrambled up, shouting at each other to open the jar.

  Chen Lun was noncommittal and cheerfully made deals with them.

   Hours later.

  On the carpet in front of him, the cans were sold out, Chen Lun also patted his buttocks and stood up, rolled up the blanket, and left directly.

   The players who were still gathered here were dumbfounded.

   "Knight Fren, why are you leaving?!"

   "Don't go, Fren Knight! We haven't opened the jar yet!"

   "Let me open five more, please, no, open one, open one!"

  The players cried for their father and mother, but Chen Lun turned a deaf ear and just waved his hand.

   "Today's jars are sold out, come again next time."

   "When is the next time?"

"do not know."

  Chen Lun stopped and shrugged.

   "Let's go with fate... Ahaha, all warriors from other places, I wish you great fortune."

   After speaking, he stepped out and disappeared in place.

  Leave those players who are not yet addicted to their hands and who are red-eyed from gambling, messy in place.

  Chen Lun appeared from the other side of the commercial street, took off his disguise, then strode back wearing a black hat and a silver cane.

  He was in a good mood, whistling.

  A total of more than 400 jars were sold today, and all the backlog of "waste" tricks were cleared.

  According to the ten to one shipment ratio, he is already very conscientious.

  The turnover is more than 4,000 gold pounds. It can be said that the harvest is full. I don't know if I'm losing money or not. Anyway, I'm making money.

  'With more than 60,000 gold pounds, it's time to go to the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce to place another order and buy more extraordinary materials and mysterious books. '

  Chen Lun thought to himself.

  While passing a main street, he suddenly noticed that the walls on the side of the street were covered with brand-new advertising posters and some huge banners.

   "Jack's Circus! Come to the 'City Garden' Grand Theater! Enjoy your customization!"

   "Unprecedented performance! Let your jaw drop! November 1st at 10 am, so stay tuned!"

   "The greatest magic show is at the 'City Garden' Grand Theater!"

  Looking at these exaggerated slogans and the exquisite patterns on them, Chen Lun couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

  'Hoyle is willing to spend money, this kind of large-scale publicity and momentum will cost a lot of money...'

  He also found several men standing on the street handing out leaflets. They were wearing overalls and berets, and they looked capable.

  The mouths of these salesmen are still shouting:

   "Come and see, next weekend at the "City Garden" Grand Theater, you only need 10 silver tickets to watch an unprecedented wonderful performance!"

   "Hold the limited number card at the end of the leaflet, and you can reduce one silver nobility!"

  Chen Lun passed by these salesmen and took a flyer.

   But what made him frown a little was that the above words seemed to be too exaggerated, and even felt a little intentional to promote hatred.

  Like Tartar and Blonde Rum shows, this is **** compared to this. In order to watch this performance, the lady of a certain nobleman did not hesitate to quarrel with her husband. In order to buy tickets, a certain president got into a dispute with the boss of another company and so on.

  At this time, another shout came from behind:

   "Viscount Harrington will be full of praise for the magic show after seeing it! The general manager of Moses Voyage even spent a lot of money to buy first-class seats just to watch the magic show up close! Aren't you curious?"

  Chen Lun stopped in his tracks, lowered his eyes, and frowned slightly.

  If the leaflet in his hand is just exaggerated, it can still be justified, but the salesman behind him is obviously wrong.

  Involving two of the most powerful people in the city seems deliberate no matter how you look at it.

  He said silently:

  "The people who promote the "City Garden" theater have bad intentions."

   With a flick of his hand, a king appeared between his fingers, giving a positive omen.

  He suddenly frowned.

   After a while.

  A salesman yelled a little dry, and said goodbye to his companion temporarily, saying that he would go to the grocery store to buy a bottle of soda. When passing by a small alley, he suddenly heard a small whistle.

  Then the salesman stopped and walked into the alley in a daze.

   After a while.

  He came out again, with a puzzled expression on his face, and left straight away.

  Chen Lun stood in the dark in the alley, recalling the news he got from the hypnotized salesman just now.

  'It turned out that Hoyle's two older brothers were deliberately pushing behind the scenes, because of the internal struggle of the business family...? '

   He shook his head, feeling bored.

'Make the performance well-known, and even intentionally involve the Harrington family and Moses' voyage...Praise the performance, then buy off the rest of the performance troupe, manipulate the stage and props, and make everything that Hoyle painstakingly prepared a joke , From now on? '

  Chen Lun grinned.

   "I'm really sorry, but I can't let you ruin my business."

  (end of this chapter)

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