Chapter 3 Grand Plaza
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Before Wang Liang could react, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then he appeared in a square.
The square in front of him was quite large, and the ground was paved with white jade-like marble. From where he was standing, he could not see the end of it.
In the distance, you can see a palace-like existence, but when you look closely, you can see nothing but purple hanging from the sky.
Before Wang Liang could see clearly what was happening around him, noisy and chaotic sounds began to ring in his ears.
"Erxian Mountain, Magu Cave has started a group, it's started, one magic weapon person is here, four people are waiting for one!"
"Emei Mountain, Luofu Cave, those who want to fight Zhao Gongming are here!"
"The Death Palace, there is a master leading the team, and here comes a sponsor."
"Silver scale breastplate, 20 yuan each..."
Looking more closely, Wang Liang saw a bustling crowd coming and going in the square. He couldn't tell how many people there were. He only saw that all of them were the kind of weird people he had seen before. Most of them had red, green or yellow hair colors, and some even walked in the square with a bull or dog head on their heads.
Some people simply spread a piece of cloth on the ground, put some things on the cloth, and squat beside the cloth to sell them.
This new situation made Wang Liang curious. He looked around and found that no matter how crowded the crowd was, he seemed not to bump into other people.
At the same time, even if you are far away from the things displayed on the street, you can still clearly see some details on them and know what they are.
Wang Liang thought about it and decided that since he was already here, he might as well squat down in a place with few people around, untie the clothes tied to his body, and spread them on the ground.
There were about ten copies of "Xiantian Qiankun Gong" placed on the clothes.
He had just squatted down when someone nearby noticed him. After all, putting a dozen books that looked exactly the same at once was quite rare here.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
A voice came from not far away. Without even raising his head, Wang Liang responded directly, "Set up a stall."
As soon as he finished speaking, the clothes spread on the ground changed, turning into a square gray bag. At the same time, in Wang Liang's eyes, many grids appeared on the bag, which was just enough for him to put all the books of "Xiantian Qiankun Gong" into it one by one.
When putting the book into the grid, the basic price of the book will be displayed, and Wang Liang will be prompted whether he is willing to barter.
Wang Liang's actions also attracted the attention of some people. They all saw Wang Liang's operation. Before, Wang Liang spread the things on the ground but did not activate the stall method, which made people nearby know that Wang Liang was a complete newcomer.
And this newcomer had so many "skills" in his hands that everyone nearby wanted to squeeze over and take advantage of him.
Wang Liang was also startled by the crowd pressing in this direction. He was about to take a few steps back, but found that he seemed unable to move away from his stall.
And the crowd seemed to have no way to squeeze in from other directions, so they could only stand face to face with him and introduce themselves anxiously.
Wang Liang was somewhat puzzled as to why these people did not buy anything. He had no idea what these people were thinking and only felt that they might have something wrong with their brains.
At this time, a fat man over 1.8 meters tall squeezed out from behind .
"Get out of the way, everyone."
The fat man was as big as a hill, with a big red beard and green hair on his face. He was wearing a short shirt that a butcher would wear, with a machete hanging from his waist, and his body was covered in blood and minced meat.
After pushing the person away, the fat man stood in front of Wang Liang's stall with a smile on his face.
Wang Liang took a look at the fat man. He didn't know why he didn't make people feel disgusted when he smiled.
There was also a line of words floating above the fat man's head: 'Butcher No. 1 of the Hardware Group'.
The fat man didn't see the expression on Wang Liang's face. He looked Wang Liang up and down, and then said, "Hello, young master."
Young Master? Not only Wang Liang was stunned, but the people around him were also stunned.
At this time, the fat man said proudly: "You don't have eyes, don't you see what books are on it, they are all "Xiantian Qiankun Gong", and look at the situation of this young master, you can tell at a glance that he has already mastered the "Xiantian Qiankun Gong". This must be because an elder in his family took him to a dungeon and gave him a set of "Xiantian Qiankun Gong" specially.
These extra fragments will be considered as starting capital for me. Do you have an elder in your family who accompanies others to keep clearing the same dungeon? If not, please don't let them influence my judgment.
By the way, Master, you can call me Butcher. I am a merchant in the hardware group. I have all kinds of exotic beasts. As long as you ask, I can help you even if it is a crane boy. "
"He, that's not necessary." Wang Liang shook his hand.
Everyone saw that although Wang Liang was no longer the fat man he used to be, and his temperament was beginning to be more like that of a scholar, it was obvious that he had the demeanor of a superior, and some of his habitual movements could not be changed.
This time everyone believed what the fat man said, and the way they looked at Wang Liang changed a lot.
At this time, the fat butcher asked cautiously: "Young Master, may I know your name?"
"I, my last name is Wang, and my name is..." When talking about his name, Wang Liang hesitated. Although he didn't know why these people had such weird names, it was obvious that this world had very strict requirements on names.
After thinking it over in his mind, Wang Liang said seriously: "My name is Wang Jilong."
After saying this name, Wang Liang felt like something was missing, so he added, "The versatile Wang Jilong."
After saying this name, Wang Liang nodded affirmatively. This should be comparable to the 'Dragon Riding Gunner Yin Zhiping'.
"How much wealth and how many billions?" The fat butcher muttered in a low voice, "What a good name, only this name can match the majesty of Master Wang, and it can be seen from this that Master Wang has a certain style.
Young master, do you need someone to lead you in fighting? Our Hardware Group has a professional team that specializes in leading sponsors in leveling up, fighting in the wild, clearing dungeons, brushing magic weapons, and brushing reputation. There is nothing we can't do, except what you can't think of.
As long as you say a word, Master, just tell us what your target is, and we promise to make sure you have clear arrangements."
