Cashing Out

"Agreed." Seeing a chance, Long Ming was instantly delighted, then confirmed. A chat window popped up. "Brother, that unopened gene box you have listed looks pretty good. Where does it drop?" After reading the message, Long Ming narrowed his eyes and replied. "A military base." "What kind of military base? What's its name?" "I don't know the name. I only know it's a military base." "Which world does it drop from? You must know that, right?" In a corner of Fanxing City, a man with a scar on his chin and calloused hands looked at the chat window, asking both excitedly and cautiously. "I do know that, but why should I tell you?" Soon a message popped up. Old Ghost narrowed his eyes as soon as he saw the popped-up message. He knew very well he had run into an expert, so he continued pressing. "If you don't tell me, I can't buy it." "Buy it or don't. This is an unopened box. I listed it so cheap that plenty of buyers are willing." "Come on, let's talk nicely. Can you just leak a little information?" "If you want information, double the price, and I'll tell you which world it drops from." "That's way too expensive, isn't it?" "Not expensive. You should understand, this is a trade secret." After replying, Long Ming kept his cool and waited quietly. Anyway, he might not be able to enter Anfa World again. If this guy was willing to pay double, it wasn't out of the question. "Can you lower it a bit?" Old Ghost asked tentatively. He didn't want to be a sucker. "No deal!" Long Ming directly ended the temporary chat, then waited anxiously. If the other party didn't take the bait, then he would be on the defensive and would definitely take a heavy loss. At this moment, Old Ghost looked at the ended chat window, gritting his teeth in anger. But when he looked at the unopened gene box, a greedy expression still appeared on his face, just like a gambler. Finally, even though he knew the box almost certainly had problems, he still tapped his wristband a few times and bought the unopened gene box. On the other side, Long Ming's wristband vibrated once. "Notice: Your consigned unopened gene box has been sold. You have obtained 15 million Yiwei coins." Seeing that the other party still bought it, Long Ming let out a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face. Indeed, this world was never short of gamblers—knowing there was a trap, they still jumped in. The wristband vibrated again, and a notice popped up. "Notice: Your consigned insect-heal serum has been sold. You have obtained 600,000 Yiwei coins." Long Ming looked at the sale notice, waiting in a good mood. But he wasn't idle. Instead, he took out the military close-combat manual from his backpack. To be honest, Long Ming still had doubts about this manual. A game couldn't really teach dangerous close-combat techniques, could it? Thinking this, Long Ming opened the manual and studied it carefully. Two hours later, Long Ming's brow was tightly furrowed. Back when he attended Shanchengshan First Senior Academy, he had also received professional militarized training, including several months of military close-combat. The military close-combat moves in this book were somewhat different from what he had learned. But that was only a difference in style and technique. Judging by the moves themselves, they looked real. Long Ming's expression shifted, and then he tried the neck-twisting technique from the book, testing it on his own neck. He was startled. These moves seemed to actually work. This game was really crazy—actually teaching genuine killing techniques. It seemed he had found a treasure. Don't be fooled by the manual being white-grade; its value was the highest, because it could genuinely increase strength in a tangible way. Thinking this, Long Ming put the manual into his warehouse. He had already memorized the contents; he just needed to practice regularly. Long Ming then looked down at the message on his wristband. The items on consignment had basically all sold, except for one Baka rifle and an Old Moon Chain. He checked the market price of the rifle and found it had dropped. Probably because he had listed too many at once, and the price was also relatively cheap. Thinking this, he immediately lowered the price from 320,000 to 300,000 Yiwei coins. Within a few seconds, the last Baka rifle was sold, for a total income of 2.18 million Yiwei coins. Long Ming then looked at the Old Moon Chain. It still hadn't sold. Indeed, only equipment and medicines sold easily now; few players would buy other things. Of course, this wasn't to say the Old Moon Chain had no value—it just wasn't circulating now. Maybe it could sell in the future. But Long Ming didn't have time to wait. He directly canceled the consignment and recycled the chain for 200,000 Yiwei coins. Long Ming opened his wristband and looked. His account now held 19,180,600 Yiwei coins, and the mall had charged no fees. This was a huge sum for Long Ming. Next, he needed to convert the game currency into Shan coins. The reason Long Ming was in such a hurry to cash out was simple: for every newly launched game server, due to supply and demand, the initial output was scarce, and many rich players were willing to pay, so values were high. But over time, output increased, and rich players naturally wouldn't keep being suckers, so game items and currency would become worth less, except for a few special things whose prices would rebound. Of course, these rules only applied to newly launched servers. As for Civilization Paradise, although special, its initial market rules wouldn't deviate too far. Although he would directly lose twenty percent, as the game currency depreciated, it was equivalent to making it back indirectly. Long Ming looked around and quickly found the yellow-haired kid he had consulted last time. He walked up to him again and asked in a lowered voice. "Kid, what's the current buyback rate for game currency?" The yellow-haired kid heard someone call him kid and subconsciously looked over. When he saw Long Ming, he immediately perked up. "Wow, an expert! The current rate is 110 Yiwei coins for 1 Shan coin." "Can the rate be higher for a large amount?" Long Ming asked tentatively. "Of course, but how much do you have?" The yellow-haired kid looked excitedly at Long Ming. "16.5 million." Long Ming decided to sell some game currency for money to ease real-life pressure, keeping the rest for now. Hearing this, the yellow-haired kid immediately beamed. "Brother, let me introduce myself. I'm Abi. 16.5 million Yiwei coins converts to 150,000 Shan coins at the current rate. How about I give you 160,000?" "Fine!" Long Ming was very satisfied with this price. "However, brother, online trading is too inconvenient, and Shanchengshan will take a 20% transaction tax. How about we trade offline, and I pay you cash in person?" Abi suggested offline trading with a smile. In fact, Abi proposed offline trading partly because he intended to pay Long Ming with gray money, and partly to check who Long Ming was. "No, I only accept online trading." Hearing this, Long Ming immediately became alert. Offline trading was far too risky for him. "Brother, listen to me. You just need to give me an address, and I'll come find you." "No need!" "Then I can only buy at 150,000 Shan coins. You'd only receive 120,000 Shan coins. The difference is 40,000 Shan coins. Think carefully." Abi urged Long Ming strongly. "150,000 it is. We'll do online trading." Long Ming was pained to lose 40,000 at once, but he didn't want to be targeted. After all, in reality, he was no different from a grasshopper. "Brother, won't you think again?" "If you want to trade, trade. If not, forget it. I'll find someone else." "Fine. Online trading." Abi was helpless and raised his hand to send Long Ming a trade request. Long Ming's wristband popped up a notice. "Notice: Player Abi has initiated a trade of 16.5 million Yiwei coins with you. The other party will pay 150,000 Shan coins. After deducting Shanchengshan's 20% transaction tax, the actual receipt is 120,000 Shan coins. Accept?" "Yes!" Long Ming tapped once, then entered his card number in the pop-up interface. The trade was completed. Abi looked at Long Ming with a smile. "Brother, are you a professional player? Want to add friends?" "No thanks." Long Ming directly refused.