Chapter 39 Proposal

When talking about the Youkexin auction, the subtle changes in Luo's eyes did not escape Ku Luoluo's eyes.

"It seems that you know about the Youkexin Auction."

Kuroro slowly got up, and gently placed the teacup with the scent on the window sill, then picked up the book just now, turned and walked towards one of the bookcases in the room, returning the book to its original place.

"You mean, the only way for the elders to obtain collections is the Youkexin Auction?" Luo lowered his head and looked at the brown liquid in the mug.

Kurolo turned his back to Luo, stared up at the neatly arranged books on the bookcase, and said, "That's right, every year when September is approaching, many leaders of the gang forces go to Youkexin because they have made too many enemies. Before the auction, there are more or less security needs."

"If there is a need, there will be a transaction. The elders provide security personnel to protect the safety of the needy on a mutually beneficial basis, and get corresponding benefits from the needy."

"Because the elder's interest is collectibles, his buyers basically go to the Youkexin Auction for ancient treasures, and the benefit the elder wants is to get a collectible from the buyer."

"It's only the end of April now, and the Elder won't have a new collection until the end of the Youkexin Auction in September."

Ku Luoluo's words directly declared that Luo's money-making method would not work.

Luo understood, and rubbed his forehead, feeling a little worried.

At this time, Kuroro continued: "Since you mentioned the Youkexin Auction, I will tell you another piece of information by the way. You will be one of the security personnel for the Youkexin Auction in September this year."

Security personnel are actually personal bodyguards.

Luo was startled, Kuroro's words were not conjectures, but conclusions expressed in an affirmative tone.

"What if I refuse?" Luo asked in a tentative tone.

Kuroro smiled slightly when he heard this, but Luo didn't see it because his back was facing Luo.

"You can refuse, but the elders will remove the dog's collar. The dog I am referring to is not the one in the basement."

Luo understood, and immediately sighed: "It's troublesome enough."

Kuroro didn't speak any more, but stretched out his index finger and slid across the neatly arranged books one by one, as if he was picking the next book to read.

The Youkexin Auction is the stage where the Phantom Troupe will debut more than ten years later. In Luo's memory, it can be abbreviated into four words: Kill!

Most of the people who died were members of gangs, and this matter had nothing to do with him, and it was more than ten years later.

However, judging from the scattered memories, the task of protecting a gang leader as a bodyguard is not a good job, and life and death fights are definitely not a problem.

Not to mention the possibility of encountering people with the ability to read who are also hired, even the guns held by gangsters may kill people who are not strong enough to read.

If, as Kuroro said, he would be appointed by the elders as one of the security members, then he would have to cultivate his mind ability enough to resist bullets within a few months.

Regarding this errand, Luo is not very resistant. After all, he can get in touch with collectibles, and maybe encounter special collectibles to strengthen himself.

Thinking of this, Luo shook his head, looked at Kuroro's back, and asked, "Let's not talk about this, is there any other way to get money?"

Kuroro's sliding fingers stopped suddenly. He knew that Luo was determined to get the money, and then help Ma Qi and the others recover from their injuries better.

The three million monies paid for Ma Qi and the others was the maximum help he could do, and there was nothing he could do after that, and he didn't want to think of a way for Ma Qi and them again.

The rules of survival are rooted in the heads of any of them, and there is no need for others to teach them what to do afterwards.

However, Luo who has just come into contact with Meteor Street is different from them, so Kuroro knows that Luo will not let Ma Qi and the others fend for themselves no matter what.

Kurolo was silent for a moment,

He said lightly: "As long as you think about the means of making money, there are countless ways. The difference lies in the speed."

Luo scratched his head and said seriously: "If you speak normally, I will be very grateful to you."

Hearing what Luo said, Kuroro didn't care. He took out the book touched by his fingertips and said, "The fastest way, of course... is to plunder."

"Plundering..." Luo frowned.

Kurolo turned to look at Luo, and said, "Cook's net worth is good, I can tell you the address, with your strength, Cook's brothers should not be able to do anything to you."

This is a rather crude suggestion.

Luo suddenly hesitated.

Although Cook was killed by hand, Cook's cruel and cold attitude is still deeply imprinted in his mind, even if it is a thousand cuts, it is not an exaggeration, and now he has to search for his money.

To be honest, Luo actually hates trouble, but Kurolo's suggestion seems to be the fastest way to get money.

"Kurolo, I actually have a proposal. I don't know if you're interested." Suppressing the eager thoughts in his heart, Luo came up with the idea of ​​opening a restaurant.

"Tell me." Kuroro walked towards the chair by the window, still curious about Luo's proposal.

Luo said enthusiastically: "You contribute, I contribute, how about opening a restaurant on Meteor Street?"

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Thirty minutes later, Luo stood in front of a house with a sad face. This is Cook's old den, so he finally came to grab money. As for the plan to open a restaurant...

"Why don't they believe me? There are no competitors, and with my cooking skills, the business of opening a restaurant is absolutely booming."

Luo sighed, remembering Kuroro's unbelievable expression thirty minutes ago.

Can you imagine?

A person who can only smile lightly, as if he would not cause waves due to anything, unexpectedly showed such an expression, even without the words "not interested" afterwards, that expression is already the most complete rejection.

Since the plan to open a restaurant has gone bankrupt, they can only come to grab money.

What was going to be robbed was Cook's net worth, and Luo didn't feel guilty about it at all. After asking some concerns, he went directly to Cook's former lair.

As long as he didn't kill people on Meteor Street, the Council of Elders wouldn't care about it. Although Kurolo didn't say whether he could hurt people, Luo didn't need to ask carefully. It just so happened that his mind ability didn't need to hurt people.

If Cook's brothers are weak enough, there is no need to use telekinetic ability at all.

Luo walked to the door of the house, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door politely.

A moment later, the door was violently opened, and a burly man looked down at Luo coldly, without asking why he came, and directly said viciously: "Do you want to die?"

Luo looked up at the strong man who was conservatively estimated to be nearly two meters tall, shook his head and said, "I don't want to."

As soon as the strong man's face turned cold, he raised his strong arms, as if he was about to strike immediately.

"Wait a minute." Luo stretched out his hand to signal a stop.

The strong man didn't know which nerve was twitched, but he really stopped.

"Do you know what I want to do?" Luo asked.

The strong man kept raising his arms and shook his head.

"Oh, I'm here to steal money."

Before he finished speaking, Luo condensed a small amount of Qi on his feet, and then kicked the strong man directly into the house, and suddenly he jumped.

On the building opposite the house, a red-haired boy sat on the window sill on the third floor. After seeing this scene, the corner of his mouth showed an exaggerated arc.