As Lei Yongjun listened, cold sweat broke out on his forehead again.
Nodding repeatedly:
"Make sure to pay in full and on time every day."
Looking at Lei Yongjun's serious assurance.
Jiang Jin nodded contentedly.
"I'll sell you these military-grade thermal suits from Sakura Country." Jiang Jin spoke again.
Wave casually.
Thirty pieces of Sakura Country's military-grade thermal clothing were taken out from the storage space.
She has too many of these things.
Even arming an army of 10,000 people would be no problem.
"Each item counts as 10,000 kilograms of supplies."
"You now owe me three hundred thousand kilograms of supplies."
"In addition to the daily food payment, you will also need to pay me an additional ten thousand kilograms of interest on supplies every month."
"As for the principal, you don't have to pay it back for now."
After Jiang Jin finished speaking, his eyes were fixed on Lei Yongjun.
This brought great pressure to Lei Yongjun.
He was forced to lower his body and dare not even raise his head.
But he saw out of the corner of his eye the outline light behind Jiang Jin shining on the military-grade thermal suit of Sakura Country, and was secretly shocked.
"I understand!" Lei Yongjun responded with all his strength.
Ten thousand kilograms, ten thousand kilograms every month!
This is more than twice as much as his own 150 kilograms of food per day and 4,500 kilograms per month.
Looking at Lei Yongjun, he agreed.
Jiang Jin did not give any further response.
A thought came to my mind.
He went straight back from the second floor to his bedroom on the first floor.
Lying comfortably on the armchair.
Stretching my muscles.
“Woo~”
"Now that I've finished my work, I'm going to take a nap!" Jiang Jin said softly with his eyes closed.
Anyway, she doesn't have to worry about breakfast.
Leng Feng will come and do it.
All you have to do is wait and eat.
Of course, Jiang Jin doesn’t have to eat a lot at every meal.
For example...breakfast?
Jiang Jin just symbolically ate the portion for ten people.
After all, I slept all night and didn't consume any physical energy.
Naturally, there is no need to supplement or intake too much energy.
upstairs.
Jiang Jin left.
But Lei Yongjun, who lived in the master bedroom of Room 202, was shocked.
Able to float in mid-air.
It can also control the direction of light in the room.
Is this really something that can be done humanly?
His mind is now completely clear.
"Squeak~" Just as he was thinking about how to guarantee and meet the requirements raised by Jiang Jin.
Suddenly, there was a squeaking sound coming from my ears.
Then there was a loud bang.
The sound of metal objects colliding with floor tiles reached Lei Yongjun's ears.
Turn around and look.
It turned out to be the door handle of his bedroom door!
It actually fell off the door just now and landed directly on the ground.
And the door was opened a crack at this moment.
Outside, the painful moans of a woman could be heard.
Lei Yongjun wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
He was extremely nervous and his eyes slowly rolled upwards.
I wanted to find out whether Jiang Jin, who had been silent for a long time, had left.
A little bit of testing.
Finally he raised his head slightly.
Only then could I see clearly.
The seat where Jiang Jin originally sat was now empty!
Get up from the bed.
But his head hit something.
"Bang! 』
A muffled groan came from Lei Yongjun's mouth.
On the bed, standing... He couldn't stand up, something was blocking him!
You have to know that this is a bedroom and you can see the ceiling at a glance.
But he's not that tall, standing up from the bed and hitting the ceiling...
Try again.
His head still hit the air.
The feeling of pain cannot be faked.
This made Lei Yongjun feel even more fearful.
Jiang Jin left.
However, she did not take away the space folding technology or space refraction media that changed the path of light.
This time, Lei Yongjun was in trouble.
No matter from what angle or position he stood up, he would hit his head.
Sometimes he would even bump into something sharp, and the pain would stimulate the nerves throughout his body, making him stay in the same place for several minutes.
In the end, Lei Yongjun had to give up.
He lay flat on the bed, shrank his body a little bit, and twisted his body towards the bottom of the bed.
You’re not even to mention.
In this way, he really avoided the space medium left by Jiang Jin.
After he groped his way to the door, he was shocked when he saw the door handle had fallen down.
The door lock...is gone!
But the door handle outside was intact.
The power of ghosts and gods!
It is definitely the power of ghosts and gods!
How is it possible to achieve such incredible things with technology alone?
As for picking the lock...he wouldn't even think about it that way.
Who would steal the lock core after successfully picking the lock?
Isn't this a waste of time?
Besides, Jiang Jin doesn’t look like someone who has the skill to pick locks.
Moreover, the house looks so weird that I really don’t know how they did it.
Look back.
The magical beam of light was still where Jiang Jin had sat before.
It has a different kind of beauty.
Reach out and touch the light switch.
"Patta"
The magical beam of light disappeared.
Open again!
"Pah!" 』
The light appeared again, still in the same strange refraction manner as before, dispersing to form the outline light of a back figure.
"Amazing." Lei Yongjun watched and murmured softly.
Walking out of the room, listening to the painful voices begging for mercy, he took out another cigarette and lit it.
"Military-grade cold-proof clothing." Lei Yongjun murmured softly after smoking a whole cigarette.
Robbing your neighbors is not a long-term solution.
It seems that I can also do some lending activities?
Using military-grade cold-proof clothing and sending others out to look for supplies while you work for nothing?
Thinking of this, Lei Yongjun's eyes suddenly lit up.
Thirty sets of military-grade cold-proof clothing. If you collect one hundred kilograms of supplies a day, then in a month, that would be three thousand kilograms x 30, which is ninety thousand kilograms!
It far exceeded the amount of materials needed to pay tribute by several times.
But one hundred kilograms might be a bit too much for people going out to explore.
You can rent it for half a day.
After all, even with military-grade cold-proof clothing, no one can stay outside in that environment for a whole day.
Lei Yongjun figured out how to use those clothes.
His eyes were fixed on the clock hanging on the wall of the living room.
Until eight in the morning.
Then he picked up the looted trumpet and shouted loudly:
"get up!"
This loud shout spread throughout the whole house.
Even the people living next door to them in Room 201 were awakened.
“Ugh! What’s wrong?!”
"What happened!?"
"Brother Jun!"
Anxious voices came from the two rooms.
Then, more than a dozen people were seen running out of the room one after another.
Either standing or jumping, so undisciplined.
But Lei Yongjun has long been accustomed to this.
He just glanced casually and said to everyone:
"The business of looting supplies doesn't last long."
"I got some warm clothes. Maybe we can make a deal with other families who are in need!"
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