"Go and get two good ones..."

"No need!" Mo Zifei stopped him and said, "We won't drink tea, so let's talk about the serious matter first."

Hearing Mo Zifei say this, An Ye slapped his thigh and asked with a smile: "Fei Shao, how do you know I asked him to get tea?"

Mo Zifei was about to answer the conversation, but An Ye rushed to say, "I asked my shopkeeper to get two cups of good bleeding pills. If someone knows that you are a guest at me and are injured, how bad the impact is, right?"

Mo Zifei took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, lowered his head slightly and said, "Then I would like to thank Mr. An Ye."

After the shopkeeper left the lobby, there was only dark night left in the lobby, and Mo Zifei and Yiqing were there.

"I don't know what wind blows you?" At this time, An Ye stopped talking and directly entered the topic: "I can't just come to see if I live a healthy life, right?"

Mo Zifei said seriously: "I'm here to discuss a business with you."

"Business?" An Ye said with a smile on his face, "I remember that everyone in Aomei Villa doesn't bother to cooperate with me, saying that my things are not clean. What's wrong? Is the sun rising to the west now?"

"Then you must have misunderstood. Everyone in our Aomei Villa knows that even if you steal, you will still rob the poor and help the rich. How could you think your things are not clean?" Mo Zifei said with a good temper: "I am very sincere this time, please consider it carefully."

An Ye curled his lips in the middle of the night and said with a smile: "Then what business do you want to do with me?"

"We want a batch of weapons."

"..." The smile on An Ye's face gradually disappeared, as if he was thinking about something.

"We know that if it were you, there would definitely be what we want." Mo Zifei continued: "The reward is easy and everything is easy to negotiate."

An Ye's jaw gradually tightened. After a while, he looked up at Mo Zifei and asked, "What weapons do you want, how many?"

"This piece of paper contains the weapons and quantity we need." Yiqing said, standing up and handing the piece of paper to the dark night.

An Ye leaned forward halfway and reached out to take the piece of paper.

After seeing what was written on the paper, his shiny eyes dimmed for a few seconds, and his hand holding the paper felt a little stiff.

Seeing the strange expression of the night, Mo Zifei asked without any slightest face: "Is there any problem?"

Dark Night returned to normal, put on a signboard and smiled. After a few seconds, he looked at Mo Zifei in confusion and asked, "Are you sure the number marked on it is not marked incorrectly?"

"No error in marking." Mo Zifei replied seriously.

The weapons, spears, shields marked on them are 2,000, 500 bows and 5,000 sharp arrows.

For the human world, this number is not large, but there are not many zombies in the light world, so this number is considered a large number.

Suddenly I needed so many weapons, what should I do? As long as I am not a fool, I can guess it.

Mo Zifei continued to ask: "When will I see these weapons?"

"Hahahaha..." Anye laughed a few times, stood up and walked to Mo Zifei's side, and asked with an exaggerated smile: "Brother Zifei, do you really look down on me so much? With such a large number, if I, Anye, would have to steal it, I would have to steal it."

"I said..." Mo Zifei stood up and looked at An Ye: "Do you don't want to cooperate with me? Everyone knows that Brother An Ye, you have a secret weapon manufacturing factory. Are you deliberately hiding it?"

"No... don't be excited, sit down first, let's sit down and talk slowly." An Ye said while thinking.

According to Mo Zifei's family background, there must be a big battle. As for whom he is... he hasn't guessed yet, but no matter who it is, there will inevitably be a large number of casualties. Not to mention the loss of life, it will inevitably be a disaster.

Although he had no ambition in the dark night, he hoped that ordinary people could live in peace. No one wanted to see the scene of blood flowing like a river.

"Brother Dark Night..." Mo Zifei clasped his fists and said frankly: "You are not the only place that can make weapons. The reason why I came to you is that, I have a bad impression of you, so I have done business for you. And I trust you, and the things you make here will definitely not be all shoddy and dirty copper and iron. So, I hope you can cooperate with us."

"I'll just ask you." An Ye's expression rarely became serious.

Mo Zifei asked quickly: "May I ask."

An Ye asked seriously: "If you are given two choices, one is Jiangshan and the other is a beauty, how do you choose?"

It is really hard to make a choice for a beautiful woman in the country, but it depends on which one everyone values ​​more.

But most people will choose the country. When they choose, they think that with the country, will be a beauty still lack? But most of them will regret it. But there is never a medicine for regret in the world.

Mo Zifei fell into silence. Although he didn't understand why Anye suddenly asked this strange question, the cooperation he had to discuss with them was not enough. But since someone asked, he had to answer.

And this choice is also something he must make. If he loves beauty more, he will either take care of beauty while attacking the country, but this beauty brings him a fatal weakness. Or he will abandon beauty and unify the light world. This is something he cannot do.

But do you want him to give up?

He has worked hard for so many years and made preparations for so many years. Moreover, this preparation was not done by one person, but a bridge built by countless subordinates with donating blood to him. He cannot destroy everyone's efforts.

"Is it difficult to choose?" An Ye put on the signboard and smiled, "Hehe" and said: "If it were me, I would definitely choose a beauty without hesitation. Brother Zifei... You should choose quickly!"

"What does this have to do with you?" Yiqing glared coldly.

"I said, Brother Yiqing, didn't I just joke with you before? Why are you so serious? Your master is not angry, so you can calm down. Don't think about killing me with your eyes. You can't kill me..."

After the night talked, Mo Zifei suddenly said, "I choose the country."

He has too many responsibilities on his shoulders, and he has to choose the country. And he will get all the beauty of the country!

As if he was relieved, he sat back on his desk and chair.

From this point of view, in Mo Zifei's heart, the weight of the country is much heavier than that of the beauty. I wonder what Xiao Lige will react when he hears it?

Once the war is over, Xiao Lige's safety will be in danger. Mo Zifei chooses a country, so he rarely takes care of the beauty...

He chose the country and the beauty, which is the difference between the two.

Xiao Lige was the first person in Dark Night to have an unprecedented desire for protection. This feeling is stronger than the feeling of protecting the most precious treasure in his hand. Recently, he endured not to see Xiao Lige. In fact, he was thinking about his feelings for Xiao Lige. What kind of feelings is this?

From the curiosity at the beginning to the admiration later, to the more curious, to the desire to strangle her to death...

Although he still couldn't get the result of his own thinking, this might be a good opportunity for Xiao Lige to come to him. He has always liked to collect treasures, and Xiao Lige is like a treasure.

"Brother Zifei is young and promising, and his reputation is intimidating all sides. I also believe that if it were you, you might be the leader of the entire light world. But then don't kill all the people in the An Ye Pavilion. In this war, our An Ye Pavilion will never have any hand in it. As for this business..." An Ye smiled and said, "It's the reason why I An Ye never delivered the business to my door but didn't do it."

"Then thank you Brother Anye." Mo Zifei stood up, stretched out his right hand and said, "I hope the cooperation is pleasant."

An Ye stretched out his hand and slapped Mo Zifei with a high-five, and said with a smile: "Happy cooperation."

"Young Master, you have brought the bleeding suppository." The shopkeeper's late arrival and put two boxes of bleeding suppository.

Yiqing stepped forward to take it.

But An Ye looked unhappy: "I asked you to take a box of bleeding-stop cream, just like you went to the West to obtain the scriptures. At this time, the blood should have stopped by itself."

"It's okay." Mo Zifei said lightly: "I will deliver the deposit within the day after tomorrow, which will be twice the price than other companies. However... if someone else wants weapons, please refuse. We will compensate you for your losses. I wonder how long it will take for you to make all these weapons?"

"I know how to do it, and it will be waived twice the price. If someone wants weapons, how much does it cost, then you have to pay me the amount of money as much as possible. As for the time... within half a month, you will definitely accept it yourself." An Ye said confidently.

"Very good, there will be a date later." Mo Zifei said goodbye and left.

"I regret it for a while, the shopkeeper, I'll give you a look!"

After leaving the Dark Night Pavilion, Yiqing insisted on taking Mo Zifei to a clinic to treat the wound. Mo Zifei couldn't resist and had to agree.

The clinic is open on the side of the road, and Mo Zifei sat by the window and asked the doctor to treat the wound.

When he was free, Yiqing suddenly remembered something and asked, "Fei Shao, do you remember that ** from a men's restaurant died in our villa before? You promised to thoroughly investigate this matter."

"Damn it! I forgot about this!" When Mo Zifei thought of this, he felt very upset. With the bandaged hand, blood was overflowing again. Because Mo Zifei was holding the sword body, he did not allow the sword to continue stabbing forward, so the wound was a little injured. He accidentally cracked again.

"If you don't want this hand to be broken, just sit down!" the doctor said in a bad tone: "Young people these days just like to mess with themselves!"

The doctor in the clinic had good intentions, and Mo Zifei was speechless, so he had to calm down and let the doctor bandage the wound again.

"In your opinion, how should this matter be handled?" Mo Zifei asked Yiqing.

Yiqing thought for a while before answering: "The situation is tense at the moment, and I really don't have any extra time to investigate this matter."

"You mean, you're paying them money?" Mo Zifei frowned and continued, "When we went back, we happened to pass by the city and go there first. As for the compensation, it's not too late to ask someone to send it."
Chapter completed!