"You hire a tourist boat and borrow the boat yourself to go ashore."

As a last resort, Yan Zi took a step back.

"I think the current atmosphere of the conversation is good, and I would like to talk again."

"You think this girl is like cotton, and you can play it whenever you want?"

Yan Zi cursed in her heart, but she couldn't find a good solution. She was in her prime years, so of course she didn't want to risk her life with Xu Shu.

Xu Shu smiled and said, "Miss Yan, don't be nervous, let's talk about the catalyzer. You are also a fire stealer, so you must know what the catalyzer is capable of."

Yan Zi said coldly, "Catalysis, as the name suggests, the catalytic master has the ability to catalyze the growth of hair.

When a fruit or leaf is not yet ripe, the catalyst has the ability to ripen it.

In addition, the catalytic master's ability to control fire far exceeds that of the second-level fire worshipers, otherwise he would not be able to control the tiny sparks when the bullet is fired."

"The path to steal fire is obviously a supernatural attribute of the fire system. Why is it related to catalysis?"

Xu Shu stared and said.

Yan Zi said, "I don't know this either, but I heard a senior say that maybe catalysis and combustion are very close in nature."

A flash of light exploded in Xu Shu's mind, and he said excitedly, "I see. Isn't the essence of catalysis a redox reaction? Isn't the actual function of combustion also a redox reaction?"

As he finished speaking, Xu Shu suddenly thought that when Lu Teng dragged his family members away, the family members would always make weird scientific statements one after another.

Could it be that the deep meaning behind this is that the transformation of source power actually has specific rules to follow.

"What redox reaction? What are you yelling about?"

Yan Zi was baffled.

Xu Shu grabbed a bottle of soda, flicked the cap off, and drank it all in one gulp. "Miss Yan, please describe the appearance of the catalytic engineer. I'll find someone to draw it."

Yan Zi said, "No problem, but you and I are not friends yet.

Since we are not friends, we cannot talk about volunteering to help."

Xu Shu's eyelids twitched slightly, "Miss Yan is asking for the price, but I remind Miss Yan, don't open your mouth like a lion."

Yan Zi said, "Don't worry, I don't want money."

"What do you want?"

"Tickets, two boat tickets."

"What ticket?"

"Have you ever heard of Death Line?"

Xu Shu shook his head.

Yan Zi said, "Nine years ago, a ship went out to sea, encountered fog and lost its way, and finally arrived at an unknown island.

The crew went to the island and encountered sea monsters, resulting in numerous casualties. A few survivors escaped and told about the situation on the island.

The mountains are full of trees, there are many strange flowers and fruits, and there are also mountains of gold and silver. Everyone thinks it is a rumor.

Six years ago, another ship arrived there through the fog, and the survivors returned and told the story exactly the same as before.

Since then, the news about the existence of Treasure Island in the sea has spread within a small area.

A wealthy man offered a high price and took the survivors to find Treasure Island. They searched all over the sea, but found nothing.

Three years ago, the fog reappeared and more than a dozen fleets set off at the same time.

Since then, these fleets have never appeared again. Among the thousands of people who went on the expedition, only a handful of survivors returned, and they all kept secret about Treasure Island.

Now, three years have passed since the last time the fog appeared.

According to the rule of appearing every three years, Treasure Island will appear.

But on the last trip to find the island, thousands of people died and the lessons were painful. No one was willing to organize a fleet to explore.

The route to find the island is regarded as the route of death."

"Since there is no boat to go on, why did Miss Yan come to me to ask for a ticket?"

"Don't you hear that wealth can be gained through danger? I got news that there is a ship in Chun Shen this year that will take this death route. The fare is expensive and the number is rare.

You are a very successful boy in Junjian, so I will definitely not be able to trouble you about buying tickets.

I want two, and when your tickets arrive, I will definitely give you the portrait of the catalytic engineer."

"It's a deal."

After saying that, Yan Zi called a cruise ship and took Xu Shu away.

When Xu Shu came ashore, he saw a cook who was cooking wine. She used tongs to clamp the charcoal fire in the stove and put it in the water to extinguish it.

He stared at the bubbling coals and slapped his thigh, "What a damn girl."

He suddenly realized that there might not be any Water Blesseds lurking underwater, it was probably the bubbles created by Yan Zi using his fire control technique.

Because the time between when he chased Yan Zi and when he went to the theater to eat noodles and listen to a show was extremely short.

In this extremely short period of time, it is unlikely that Yan Zi will find his accomplices, not to mention that there is no time to plan and build a ship.

As for Yan Zi's request for two tickets, I'm afraid that was just to raise suspicion.

At that moment, he jumped on the shore, stepped on his feet and looked around to see where Yan Zi was going. He saw a river with moon and wind, and vast water deep in the clouds.

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As it was getting dark, Xu Shu returned to Junjian Club. After hearing the news, Cao Zigao came over and stepped back, leading Xu Shu to a private room.

Xu Shucai sat down, and Cao Zigao bowed deeply. Xu Shu quickly stood up, and Cao Zigao said, "Brother Xu, with his body of a thousand pieces of gold, he went through fire and water for Cao. Cao will remember this kindness."

In Cao Zigao's view, he owed Xu Shu a huge favor this time.

If Xu Shu was just a brave man and defeated James, he could at most give him some reward.

But Xu Shu was a similar person who had already entered the circle of Mr. Ci. Under such circumstances, he could stand up for him. He was not grateful, but moved.

Xu Shu smiled and said, "In that case, if you are a bloody person, you won't sit back and watch James run rampant.

When I leave and come back, I am not looking for you to take credit from me."

As he said that, he took out the Northwest Black Tiger and said, "I want to buy this gun. Brother Cao, can you make it easier for me?"

Xu Shu is a master of marksmanship, and with a gun at his side, Xu Shu is definitely worthy of his reputation against a foreign master.

"What kid are you kidding me about buying it? Just take it. Wait a minute and I'll have someone prepare some bullets for you."

With that said, Cao Zixingao went out. More than ten minutes later, Cao Zigao returned and brought back a large, bulging bag. He opened the zipper and found yellow bullets inside.

Xu Shu thanked him and said goodbye. Cao Zigao didn't leave him alone and sent a car to see him off.

Back on the 36th, Xu Shu came to the kitchen, found the rice vat, poured out the stored rice first, and then vacated the wrapped bullets and poured them all into the rice vat.

Crashing, bullets rained down, carrying an envelope.

Xu Shu opened the envelope, and inside there was a letter and a check for five thousand yuan. When he opened the letter, it was written by Cao Zigao: "Brother Xu, I know your character, so thanking you with money is too disrespectful.

But as a brother, I really can't think of any other way, I can only use this to express my inner feelings in a trivial way, in front of my brother, I have no shame to speak, I can only do it like this, laugh and laugh."

Xu Shu restored the rice vat, holding the check in his hand, feeling secretly happy because he was dozing off on the pillow.

The next morning, while he was sleeping drowsily in bed, the phone rang. It was Director Fang calling, saying that someone from President Ci was here and asked him to come over.

Xu Shu cleaned up, went out and bought two fried dough sticks, got on the old tricycle and ran over.

When he rushed to the VIP room, in addition to Director Fang, there were three people there. Among them was a young man in white whom he had met in Junjian. His surname was Jiang. Director Fang had introduced him as someone close to Luo Daye.

"Mr. Xu, these two are the card-making specialists of Mr. Ci. My master has asked them to come over and make your membership card on the spot. Sorry for bothering you."

The young man in white is very respectful.

Director Fang smiled and said, "Brother, you fought yesterday to help Jun Jian get out of trouble. Everyone agrees that you are eager for justice and justice, and what Mr. Kindness lacks is a young hero like you.

Last night, Vice President Luo communicated with the president and other directors overnight, and unanimously approved the election of you as a formal member of the CCP."

Xu Shu was overjoyed and the director thanked him again and again.

Half an hour later, Xu Shu received a pure gold card with President Ci's exclusive emblem and the number 20 on the back, and the thumbprints of his left and right hands on the front.

After making the certificate, the three young men in white left.

Xu Shu declined Director Fang's invitation to stay, went out of Chunshen Branch, and went to a second-class station of Chunshen Branch two streets away, where he deposited Cao Zigao's check into his own account.

Two hours later, he transferred back to Chunshen Branch, found Director Fang, and issued a check for 25,000 yuan, "Brother Fang, over at Anbang Temple, if Mr. Zuo needs money, you can go here."

Withdraw from above.

I can't get away recently, so I can only ask you to take care of me, Zuo Gong."

Director Fang agreed, and Xu Shu handed a palm-sized cloth bag to Director Fang, explaining that Director Fang had asked Worker Zuo to seal the contents of the bag inside when molding Yang Shou's clay tire.

What was in the bag was Yang Shouyi's fetal hair.

It was already noon when he returned from Chunshen Branch. Xu Shu was very hungry, so he got on the tricycle and rushed towards Donghui Tower.

Passing by a newly renovated sportswear store, I bought a backpack, drove the car to a quiet place, and stuffed the guns and ammunition in the tool box into the backpack, as well as the scrolls hand-painted by Luo Daye.
To be continued...