Chapter 268 I Picked Up Trash on the Battlefield of National Fortune 24
A short NPC dressed in overalls, his face covered in coal dust, was burying his head in the table and pounding the tabletop with his fist.
"This is a rip-off! This alchemy is a complete trap!"
Craftsman-88 was devastated. All the points he had painstakingly saved up had been exchanged for a pile of scrap iron and a furnace full of destroyed materials.
His bracelet vibrated, and he looked up irritably, opening the message.
Sender: Itinerant Merchant-1024.
Craftsman-88 was stunned for a moment. He recognized the ID. Wasn't that the guy who was called out and scolded by Pharmacist-44 on the forum?
He looked at the message content again.
"I want all of your alchemy equipment."
State your conditions.
The eyes of Craftsman-88, dimmed by defeat, suddenly lit up.
Here comes the sucker! Since this guy 1024 sells medicine, the thing he has the most of is definitely medicine!
A bold idea took shape in his mind.
He rubbed his hands together, a shrewd look appearing on his face, a clear sign of a businessman, his previous dejection vanished.
He's going to squeeze a hefty sum out of him!
He typed rapidly on the keyboard, revising and editing several times, and finally, gritting his teeth, sent a message.
"Okay, let's change the medicine."
"One hundred bottles of basic stamina recovery potions."
"Fifty bottles of advanced stamina recovery potion."
"Not a single bottle can be missing!" After sending it out, Craftsman-88's heart was pounding.
He knew he was asking for an exorbitant amount.
One hundred bottles of basic and fifty bottles of advanced, at the market price of 1024, would add up to 6,500 points.
Even with the remaining materials, his secondhand equipment is worth at most 5,000 points.
The other party will definitely try to negotiate the price.
He had already planned it out: as long as the other party bargained, he would gradually back down until he could get half, no, a third, of the price, and he would be satisfied!
He stared nervously at the screen, waiting for a reply, but the expected bargaining didn't happen.
Only two words popped up on the screen.
"make a deal."
Craftsman-88's mind went blank with a buzz. He rubbed his eyes hard and looked at it again.
It's still those two words.
make a deal?
The deal was done just like that?
He even suspected that the other person hadn't seen the number clearly, or had accidentally clicked the wrong number, so he quickly sent another message, with an incredulous and tentative tone.
"Boss, you...you saw it clearly?"
"One hundred bottles of the basic kind, plus fifty bottles of the advanced kind! I want both!"
The reply came quickly from the other end of the screen, tinged with an impatient urgency: "Online transaction, or should we arrange a location?"
Craftsman-88 was completely dumbfounded. Not only did the other party see it clearly, but they also found him long-winded.
A surge of overwhelming joy mixed with a hint of regret instantly rushed to his head.
Did I... ask for too little?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he quickly suppressed it. He couldn't be greedy anymore; what if the other party changed their mind?
He frantically replied, "Online...online! Just trade online!"
He immediately initiated a transaction request on the bracelet, packaging the alchemy equipment from his storage space, along with the pile of materials that had broken his heart, into a single item and listing it.
A transaction window popped up, waiting for the other party's confirmation. His finger hovered in mid-air, his heart pounding in his throat.
The next second, the other party confirmed the transaction, and Craftsman-88 trembled as he pressed the "Accept" button.
[Beep! Transaction complete.] The system notification sounded.
He felt like he was dreaming. He quickly opened his storage space. The corner where equipment and materials had been piled up was now empty, replaced by neatly stacked medicine bottles.
One hundred bottles of basic stamina potions and fifty bottles of advanced stamina potions, not a single one missing!
Who exactly is this 1024? Does he sell medicine by the "bundle"?
Looking at the space full of potions, Craftsman-88 felt that the pharmacist-44 who had cried on the forum was a huge joke. Who said 1024 was bad? This 1024 is too good!
...
In Zhou Jue's little house.
The moment the transaction was completed, her storage space was filled with a huge amount of things.
On a whim, she cleared the floor in the center of the room.
"Splash—"
A metal lab bench, about half a person's height, appeared out of thin air, with a cold texture. Next to it was a small, antique-looking furnace and a toolbox containing various pen tips.
Zhou Jue walked around the equipment, then reached out and touched the cold surface of the experimental table.
In his mind, countless pieces of knowledge about alchemy corresponded one by one with the physical object before him.
She no longer hesitated; no matter how much theory she learned, it was not as good as doing it herself.
She took out one of the "junk" items that Jiang Zhe had traded to her last time from her storage space. It was a D-grade alloy armor plate, covered with claw marks and corrosion spots, with its edges curled and deformed.
Zhou Jue gently placed it in the center of the experimental table. She closed her eyes and immersed her mental energy into it. The internal structure and damage of the armor plate formed a three-dimensional image in her mind.
“The structure is 37% damaged and the energy circuit is broken. It needs to be replenished with ‘iron essence’ and ‘copper sand’.”
She opened her eyes and precisely located two small pieces of ore from the pile of materials that came with Craftsman-88. She then activated the miniature energy furnace.
"Buzz—"
Inside the furnace, an orange-red light shone, and the temperature rose rapidly. She threw in two pieces of ore.
The ore melted rapidly at high temperatures, turning into two clumps of metallic liquid of different colors, which floated clearly in a distinct state under the constraint of energy.
Then, she picked up the rune etching pen, replaced it with the finest tip, and her hand was steady. A faint trace of spiritual energy flowed down her arm and into the tip of the pen, causing it to glow with a soft white light.
She manipulated the etching pen, first drawing a small drop of iron ore solution from the furnace, and then, like embroidery, carefully filled and outlined the damaged areas of the armor plate.
The curled edges were smoothed out, and the deep claw marks were filled in.
Her movements were a little awkward at first, but soon they became smooth and natural, as if she had done it a thousand times.
After repairing the structure, she used copper sand solution to redraw the broken energy circuit on the inside of the armor plate. Each stroke was precise, and when the last stroke was made, the entire circuit lit up with a faint light and then disappeared into the armor plate.
Zhou Jue put down the etching pen and exhaled a breath of stale air.
On the lab table, the broken armor plate has been completely restored, its surface smooth and gleaming with the unique luster of metal.
[Grade D damaged armor plate, successfully repaired.]
Quality: Average.
It's done! A smile finally appeared on Zhou Jue's face. This technique was even more interesting than she had imagined.
Her gaze returned to the mountain of "junk" piled up in the storage space.
To others, those were scraps, but to her, they were mountains of gold waiting to be mined.
She picked up another piece of broken C-grade arm armor, with a broken bone spur stuck in it, its structure much more complex than the previous piece of armor.
Her eyes became intense.
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