Chapter 17 Others are afraid of me increasing my position
In fact, Zhao Xuhe also knew that the substitute for the death puppet had completely turned into a bubble, which could explode at any time and then completely collapse.
But he felt that with his sharpness, he would definitely be able to leave the scene in time.
Therefore, when Lu Yang contacted him and said that he had left the scene and wanted to repay the 2,000 contribution point loan he had borrowed before, Zhao Xuhe still felt sorry for him.
"Sloppy, junior brother, you are too sloppy!"
"Don't you see that the price of the substitute for the death puppet is still rising? This is still not a war, when the war really starts, then it will really be in short supply!"
"While it hasn't risen too much yet, I suggest you buy it back quickly."
Faced with Zhao Xuhe's strong persuasion, Lu Yang remained sane.
Although he was also very jealous of the skyrocketing substitute for the death puppet, and even regretted selling it so early, he knew better why Zhao Xuhe was persuading him at this moment.
Caring about yourself?
Don't be stupid, he wants to pull people in!
After all, the more people enter, the more chance he has to cash out and leave.
"Hold on, I'm not in a hurry."
"In this life, first look at the situation, confirm the highest price, and then I will repeat the operation in the next life, and then it will be a good opportunity for me to make a lot of money."
With [Hundred Generations] here, I will only make money and never lose!
Thinking of this, Lu Yang's mood instantly became much more balanced, and he directly settled the loan with Zhao Xuhe, and then went directly into seclusion, no longer paying attention to the outside world.
At the same time as Lu Yang was in retreat, the price of the substitute for the yin puppet was still soaring.
Because the First Saint Sect really made a move to prepare for battle!
A large number of disciples received the transfer order and left the sect one after another, without knowing where they went. In this case, the price of the dead puppet is naturally unlikely to fall in the slightest.
No matter how expensive it is, those who are about to go to the battle of righteousness and demons can only grit their teeth and buy it.
After all, money can be earned again, and there is only one life.
And in this case, more and more people chose to enter, most of them were not even ordinary disciples, but real family children.
Compared with ordinary disciples, these disciples of the aristocracy were born into wealthy families, and the elders were also a foundation building real person at worst, and the contribution points they could use were undoubtedly much stronger than those ordinary disciples. Therefore, after they entered, the price of the death puppet, which had been slowing down, took off again.
Three thousand, four thousand, five thousand
Obviously, this price is no longer on the same level as the value of the substitute puppet, and some people have even begun to leave out of fear.
In this case, the price of the substitute for the shadow puppet naturally fell.
Similar panic gradually spread, but more people, especially those who experienced the first decline, were still full of confidence.
"Don't panic, this is just a technical adjustment!"
"Sell? It's still early!"
This time, Zhao Xuhe felt that he had learned his lesson.
He left the field early before, but not only did he not make a profit in the second entry, but also lost a small amount.
"The battle of righteous demons hasn't started yet, and the number of substitute yin puppets on the market is still very large, so at first glance it seems that the price has come to an end. But once the fight starts, the dead yin puppet will inevitably be consumed in large quantities, and there will be no other homogeneous products to replace it, so everyone will still have to come back and buy it at that time!"
"At that time, prices will inevitably soar for the third time!"
"What is a mere contribution of 5,000 yuan? Seven thousand, or even ten thousand, is possible! There is a price but no market, it is a matter of life, everyone has to buy iron even if they smash the pot and sell it!"
Zhao Xuhe felt that his analysis was simply seamless.
"So while those idiots are selling out of fear. I want to increase my position!"
Thinking of this, Zhao Xuhe not only invested all his savings, but even borrowed money, relying on the reputation of the Three Rivers Society to borrow a large sum of money.
He studs.
Zhao Xuhe is certainly not the only "smart person", and some people have made the same judgment as him and have begun to take the opportunity to sweep the market wantonly.
Affected by this, the price that had just fallen began to recover again.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Xuhe, who was still a little bottomless in his heart, suddenly seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, and felt that he was really wise in choosing stud.
Then, early the next morning.
A voice came directly from the Holy Fire Cliff and instantly spread inside and outside the First Saint Sect.
"Recently, the head of this sect, Zhenjun, personally arranged for the disciples, made a preparation posture, and secretly sent people to raid the mass graves in Jiangnan."
"Therefore, it is a pleasure to announce to all disciples."
"Just yesterday, the Jiangnan mass grave has been personally recaptured by the True Monarch in charge, and at the same time, the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion has contacted the head of the sect and is willing to negotiate peace with the Holy Sect."
It exploded.
In the literal sense, just as the news spread, there was an explosion in a cave house, as if someone had gone crazy and blew himself up.
Immediately afterwards, everything was silent.
The huge First Saint Sect was still full of vitality yesterday, and the scene of everything competing was now only a terrifying dead silence that was suffocating.
Because everyone understands that the recapture of the Jiangnan mass grave means that there is no longer a shortage of goods for the dead puppet, and the Yushu Sword Pavilion takes the initiative to negotiate peace, which means that the battle between righteousness and demons is far away. More importantly, this news was released through the disciple token, which is equivalent to an official voice.
So it can't be fake.
The bubble called the Death Puppet burst at this moment, and as a result, its price began to plummet from the highest point of 7,000.
Five thousand, three thousand, one thousand, two hundred.
The price that took more than a month to rise before has now plummeted back to its original price in just a quarter of an hour, and it is even continuing to fall!
Everyone wanted to sell, but no one wanted to buy it.
Especially those who have hoarded a large number of puppets who have died for the puppet, now they can only watch the price fall below the bottom and watch their wealth continue to evaporate.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
That night, there would be a deafening explosion almost every once in a while in the First Saint Sect, and I don't know how many people were shattered by this.
In the cave house, Zhao Xuhe had already fainted.
When he opened his eyes, his expression was still a little dazed, as if in a dream: "It's really scary, I actually dreamed that the price of the dead puppet fell hahaha."
Then he glanced at the price of the death puppet.
100 contribution points each.
「. I must have read it wrong."
After a moment of silence, Zhao Xuhe turned off the disciple token, took a deep breath, and then opened it again with trembling hands to check the price of the substitute for the dead puppet.
50 contribution points per set.
"Poof!!"
Zhao Xuhe spat out a mouthful of old blood on the spot, his face directly turned pig liver color, and his qi machine fell to the bottom in an instant like the price of a dead puppet.
"I hate it.!"
Zhao Xuhe didn't have time to think too much, desperately suppressed the runaway thoughts in his heart, adjusted his breath and luck, and sorted out his true qi, so that he didn't really go crazy.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the cave house.
"Senior Brother Zhao, Lu Yang is here to visit."
"Lu Yang?"
Zhao Xuhe was stunned for a long time before he remembered his junior brother, and then thought that the other party had left early to pay off the loan, but now he was gone.
"Poof!"
Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhao Xuhe walked out the door tremblingly, but saw Lu Yangzheng standing in front of the door with a refreshed look and waving at him enthusiastically:
"Senior brother, how much money did you make today?"
Bang!
With an explosion, I saw Zhao Xuhe's steel teeth clenched, and true qi ran wild all over his body, and the cracks behind the impact on the flesh oozed out a trace of blood.
Lu Yang suddenly looked frightened: "Senior brother!? Are you okay?"
「. I'm fine."
Zhao Xuhe barely squeezed out a smile: "By the way, Junior Brother Lu, I recently discovered a cave mansion of the predecessors, and it seems that there are a lot of good things in it."
As soon as the words fell, a fierce light suddenly appeared in Zhao Xuhe's eyes, and a voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "I don't know if you are interested, junior brother?"
(End of this chapter)