Chapter 643: The Way to Make Money

The next morning, when the first rays of sunlight entered the living room, he opened his eyes. net

The desk fan blew hot air all night, and the cicadas chirping "Cicada——Cicada—" sounded outside the window.

Well, it can be confirmed now that sleeping in a dream will not bring you back to reality, Roland thought, and it can also play a role in rest.

As weird as that may sound, whatever it is, as long as it works.

He yawned and got up from the sofa, and when he was about to go to the kitchen to make breakfast, Zero suddenly screamed from the bedroom.

Then she appeared at the door with a flushed face, pointed at Roland, and stammered, "Yesterday I was you"

"I slept on the sand yesterday," the latter shrugged. "Please, you're sweaty and didn't take a shower, so I won't sleep with you."

Xintou picked up the collar and smelled it, and his face became redder. Compared with his snow-white hair, he was no different from a ripe apple. She ran back to her bedroom in a panic and fiddled for a while, then rushed into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

Soon there was the sound of a shower inside.

When she came out, Roland had already prepared breakfast.

Compared with the usual monotonous omelette fritters, this time the breakfast is much richer - fried bacon, salt and pepper egg flower, grilled dried fish and a plate of fresh grapes.

Of course, all the raw materials come from the holy city world behind the iron gate.

"Did you buy meat?" Zero asked in surprise, wrapped in a wet kerchief, her throat could be seen moving slightly, obviously swallowing.

"Well, I bought a lot and put them in the refrigerator." Roland handed her a pair of chopsticks. "I found a new job."

"Really?" Her voice suddenly became excited, and what happened just now seemed to be forgotten.

"Well, I'll get my salary soon," Roland said with a smile, "I bought these for celebration."

Xintou breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you finally broke the bottom line and did something irreversible."

What is an irreparable event? He secretly slandered, could it be that this guy thought he would steal it? Uh, it seems that robbery is no big deal in the dream world.

"Then you also suffered from heat stroke yesterday because you were exposed to too much sun while looking for a job?"

"Probably." He threw a grape into his mouth, "In short, you don't have to worry about money in the future."

"It's so fragile," Jie Luo twitched, "When will you stop people from worrying about Uncle Ban so much?"

Roland almost choked on the grapes, "Say it as if you're always worried about me."

"Uh" this time it was Jie Luo's turn to misfire, and she stared after a while and said, "The breakfast you made is really a waste of raw materials, the bacon was obviously over-salted, and you added another dish to it!"

This guy is quite good at changing the subject. Roland picked up a piece of bacon and put it in his mouth, "I think it's not bad, it's just that some places are not fried."

"Let me do it in the future, really." Having said that, Zero quickly cleared the food on the plate, then picked up her schoolbag and went out, "Put the plate away first, I wash it with dinner when I get back."

"Wait," Roland called to stop her, "Do you know where there is a second-hand bookstore nearby?"

This time it took him three days to get out of the dream, and when he woke up, the sun in Neverwinter had risen to mid-air.

It seems that the time flow between the two sides is about one to eight, which means that one night in the real world can be used as two natural days there. If you count the time spent lying in bed, staying for three days will not make people aware.

The first thing Roland did when he got up was to find a golden dragon, then put it in his hand and squeeze it hard——

Jin Long didn't move at all, but his fingers were painfully pinched.

It seemed that the inexplicable power would only appear in dreams, he sighed, put the golden dragon back to its original position, put on his coat and sat down at the desk.

Roland planned to transcribe the key knowledge he had revisited while his memory was getting clearer, including the missing parts of each gene item, as well as detailed design drawings of some large-scale industrial equipment.

During these three days, he has never been idle. The sale of the stolen goods went smoothly. He first found a local second-hand goods forum, posted pictures of the armor on the Internet, and claimed that there were a batch of imitation medieval handicrafts for sale at a low price. come to your door.

In the end, the armor was sold at the cabbage price of 500 sets, hand crossbows and daggers at a price of 110 pieces. Anyway, it was a business without capital, and Roland didn't feel any pain in doing it. On the contrary, gold dragons are much harder to sell than he imagined. Even if they are all made into round cakes, the bank will not accept gold sold through informal channels—whether it is gold bars or gold ornaments.

The gold shop also hit a wall. Several nearby gold shops only recycle the jewelry sold in the shop, and they need to pay a handling fee. Instead, a salesman gave him an address where he said there was an old pawn shop that would sell gold of unknown provenance, but at half the market price. Thinking that there were only a dozen or so golden dragons in total, and the texture was far from pure gold, Roland simply threw them all into the closet.

With this skill, he might as well carry a few more sets of armor.

As for the three bright gemstones, Roland didn't know who to sell them to, so he had to let it go.

After he had the balance in hand, he immediately raided the second-hand bookstores near the apartment building, and bought back all the textbooks he had read—as for the ones he hadn’t read, there was only a cover, and the pages were all blank. Obviously, the dream world is not out of his consciousness, and it is temporarily impossible for Anna to dominate the whole domain.

But thanks to his wide range of hobbies, he has browsed a lot of miscellaneous useless knowledge on the Internet, and used the Internet to search for some blueprints that he has only seen at a glance, and he can get detailed answers.

In addition to these necessities that can quickly improve the technological level of Neverwinter, Roland also bought two new clothes for Zero, and at the same time added a set of winter camping equipment for himself, spending all the money he earned.

He can still remember the shock and disbelief that Xintou showed when he got the new clothes, and he had to shirk it a few times before accepting it, without any scruples at this age. When he asked strangely, he realized that this was the first time the other party had received a gift, and it would be considered good if the family didn't beat her up.

As the creator of the dream, Roland somehow felt guilty.

They were busy until noon, when Nightingale quietly appeared in the room.

"You didn't go down for breakfast?"

"Well," Roland replied without raising his head, "please bring me a lunch, I'll eat it in the bedroom."

"Is this the result of your morning?" Nightingale weighed the stack of papers beside the table in surprise, "Why do you have so many ideas suddenly?"

"They exist in my brain monkey, but I just forgot it for a while," Roland moved his wrist, "Look at it, what do you think?"

"Describe the mathematical model of a certain volume of electromagnetic relaxation in the form of integrals?" Nightingale raised her forehead and said, "Your Majesty, I'm a little dizzy. I'm going to serve you dinner first."

Roland couldn't help but frowned, "Go."

"By the way, aren't you going to the office today?" She turned her head and asked when she reached the door.

"What's wrong?"

"Barov has something to ask you, and he said that there are two letters that you need to read personally."

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