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Xu Damao Might Profit, But Li Xuanzhi Will Never Lose Out

Li Xuanzhi, who was in the room, was unperturbed. He did not care about other people's evaluation of him at all.

In fact, the assembly price of a radio was only 50 yuan.

If he bought it second-hand, the price would be even lower.

As for the loss of materials, he casually mentioned it. He was busy working and did not earn anything. What was he after?

It's not like he's offering his love. Even if he had love, he wouldn't offer it to the courtyard house!

There are so many good people out there!

Xu Damao was just the first bait. When Xu Damao's radio was ready, there would naturally be others who would come to find him.

Didn't Jia Zhangshi just extort 200 yuan from He Yuzhu?

The only regret was that he couldn't do this kind of thing too often. There were many people who knew how to make a semiconductor. At most, they would help their family and friends assemble it. The crime of speculation strictly limited the possibility of profit from it.

Along with the storytelling on the radio, the system notification sounded.

Ding!

[Your Travelling Frog has returned with a travel souvenir.]

[Souvenir: Universal receipt, a piece of elementary breathing earth.]

"F * ck! Breathing Earth?" Li Xuanzhi, who was sitting on the chair, sat up immediately.

He had read many novels in his previous life and knew all too well about the Soil of Breath.

In novels, it was described as a god, and it felt like it could be directly soared after being mixed with water.

Now that he had the Soil of Breath, wouldn't he be able to do the same?

Li Xuanzhi was even looking forward to the day when the Traveling Frog would bring him a Gundam or something.

After all, mechas were a man's romance.

However, the moment he opened his system Backpack and saw the item introduction, Li Xuan knew that he was overthinking.

The Soil of Breath in the System Backpack was like a big bouquet of soil, and it was packed in a woven bag with the words " Jinkela " written on it.

It wasn't as godly as the novels and comics. It could also be because of the Elementary Breathing Earth.

There was only one specific effect. The things planted grew extremely fast.

How fast could it be? The cabbages planted tonight would grow tomorrow.、

"Not bad. At least we don't have to buy vegetables in the future. Moreover, we can eat all kinds of vegetables!”Li Xuanzhi consoled himself.

Although it was different from what he had expected, it was much better than ascending in the daytime.

Li Xuanzhi took out the Soil of Breath and placed it all into a washbasin. It was perfectly fine, not too much, not too little.

He also planted a few dried green onions in the hustle and bustle. Every winter, the Li family would plant green onions in the flower pot, which was also left over from last year.

Li Xuanzhi's gaze focused on another souvenir, the universal receipt.

As long as the name of the item, the amount, and the quantity were written on the receipt, it would automatically materialize into a real receipt.

Didn't this just help Li Xuanzhi's radio business?

With the receipt, Li Xuanzhi could make money through his own channels.

The original body had nothing but a lot of rogue friends and was very wild in all aspects.

After a night, Li Xuanzhi realized that the little frog had gone on a trip again.

After last night, Li Xuanzhi was filled with anticipation for the souvenirs given by the system. It was just like how his father would always look forward to the toys he brought back when he was young.

When he woke up to cook, Li Xuanzhi realized that the dried onions he had planted last night had already grown to half a meter tall.

He didn't cultivate, so there was nothing better than this for a person.

Before he left, Li Xuanzhi planted a few more dried onions in the Soil of Breath, saving them for the lamb with fried onions for dinner.

After work, Li Xuanzhi went to Wangfujing to buy a few sets of radio accessories. This time, many of the accessories were second-hand and not for his own use. There was no need to buy new ones.

On the way, he bought mutton and a lot of vegetable seeds from the market.

In the future, he would have money left over to buy vegetables. Not only did he save money, but the key was that they were fresh.

This morning, Li Xuanzhi realized that the things grown from the Soil of Breath were much more delicious than the ones bought in the market. Furthermore, he could vaguely feel that there was something else in it that was nourishing his body.

One or two meals wouldn't be able to tell, but as time passed, Li Xuanzhi felt that there would be a qualitative change to his body.

However, he couldn't say for sure about this mysterious thing, but Li Xuanzhi was very sure that this feeling was right.

Xu Damao had been waiting for Li Xuanzhi's return at the courtyard house. When he saw Li Xuanzhi's figure, he welcomed him warmly.

"Yo! You bought so many accessories!" "Are you going to be my chatterbox tonight?" Xu Damao asked despite knowing the answer.”

Li Xuanzhi threw a bag of accessories to Xu Damao." Where's my braised oxtail?"”

Xu Damao jumped in fright and quickly squatted down to catch the parts that Li Xuanzhi threw at him. He almost knelt on the ground.

However, he did not dare to be angry. He could only smile and say,"I don't know either. Why don't you do it tonight?”

"No!" Li Xuanzhi said coldly," I want it today. Hurry up and buy it. When you come back, it will be almost done!"”

When Xu Damao heard that it could be done so quickly, he immediately sent the parts to Li Xuanzhi's martial arts department without stopping. Then, he ran out and shouted,""Xuanzhi, I'll be right back!"

Li Xuanzhi sneered and went home to cook. If he didn't eat, how would he have the energy to make the radio?

When the lamb with scallion was ready, Xu Damao ran back, panting, holding a large lunch box in his hand.

It turned out that he had only remembered after arriving that he had not brought the oxtail with him, so he had bought one.

Xu Damao entered the door and asked,"Xuanzhi, is my chatterbox ready?"”

Li Xuanzhi gave him a look, and Xu Damao hurriedly placed the box of braised oxtail on the table. It was still steaming hot when he opened the lid.

"If you don't eat, how can you have the strength to talk?”Li Xuanzhi said as he picked up a large piece of oxtail.

Xu Damao was furious but did not dare to say anything. Smelling the fragrance of the oxtail and the lamb with scallion, he was also hungry.

"Alright, then we'll pretend after we're done eating.”

Xu Damao turned around and walked towards the cupboard. Li Xuanzhi's cold voice came from behind him." Who asked you to eat too? Eating is another price."”

Xu Damao stood awkwardly on the spot and could only smile.""Alright, eat this first. Just look for me when you're done.”

"No need!" Li Xuanzhi looked up at the clock on the wall." You just have to come at eight!”

"Alright! Then I'll come over at eight!"

Li Xuanzhi sneered. How can you eat my lamb with scallion just because you say so? If I don't charge you 10 yuan, I'll be letting down my cooking skills.

However, the braised oxtail in Hongbin Restaurant was really delicious. Even if he made it himself, it would be just so delicious.

Li Xuanzhi ate a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of meat until his mouth was full of oil.

The materials he bought today were enough to make three sets of radio. Li Xuanzhi deliberately threw a few bad materials he bought from a second-hand shop into his trash can.

In addition to the two sets he had bought previously, the remaining set cost a total of over 200 yuan. In total, he could make five sets of radio sets.

Before eight o'clock, Xu Damao arrived at Li Xuanzhi's house. As long as Li Xuanzhi could make it, he could even earn 150 yuan, let alone 100 yuan.

Radio tickets were even rarer than money.

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