The beauties by the sofa got up together and stood in a row, with charming voices:

"I have seen Master Tianzun~"

Zhang Yuanqing felt that he knew how to socialize, but the scene in front of him made him completely at a loss as to how to answer the conversation.

The meeting he understood was that in a treasury full of treasures and props, the president of the merchant guild stood on the top of the treasure mountain, looking down at him coldly.

Appreciate him for returning the item, and then bestow upon him the coveted reward.

No matter how bad it is, the Merchant Guild is not a western organization. It should be a church with a steeple under the moonlit night.

Then, in the name of God, give rewards.

In short, this meeting should be full of force and majesty, which is in line with the status of a demigod.

How did it become a large private room in a nightclub?

Those who didn't know thought that the demigod president brought Yuanshi Tianzun to whoring.

"dislike?"

Seeing Yuanshi Tianzun stunned, Mr. President touched his chin and thought, "Do you want to change the batch?"

"Ah, no, no need." Zhang Yuanqing waved his hands again and again.

In front of demigods, he was still a little cautious. Ants who were not afraid in front of elephants would be arrogant.

He cautiously gave his opinion: "President, why don't you just talk about the business?"

Mr. President, wearing a silver mask, thought about it and sighed:

"Understood, the girls I invited were not beautiful enough, next time I will spend money to invite girls from the Beauty God Association to accompany you."

Ah, it's a deal? Zhang Yuanqing imagined Annie's beauty, and felt that he couldn't refuse the girl from the Beauty God Association.

"Snapped!"

The president snapped his fingers: "Exile!"

In the crisp lingering sound, the girls in the private room suddenly disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.

The president in a burgundy suit returned to the sofa, leaned lazily, and said with a smile:

"Thank you very much for helping me find the Fragment of the Bright Compass."

Zhang Yuanqing understood, and consciously took out the golden compass, offering it with both hands.

Mr. President reached out to take it, rubbed it a few times, and said with emotion:

"If the compass fragments are not reunited, there will be no meaning, but if you have them, you will have game capital."

Flipping the palm of his hand, the compass was stored in the inventory, and then spread out, and there was an extra stamp in his hand.

To be precise, it is something shaped like a postage stamp.

Zhang Yuanqing looked intently. On the front of the stamp, the words "Wanjie Commercial Firm" were written in dark blue ink. It was not Chinese, but an unknown font.

But Zhang Yuanqing can understand it. JrNovels.com