Collector Senoselis's face froze briefly, but then his smile melted away, and nothing happened. As soon as the topic changed, he obviously wanted to lead the conversation between the two to the side that was beneficial to him: "I don't know what job Mr. Tussus is engaged in. Historical scholars? Don't you think hiding identity is somewhat disrespectful to the transaction between us?"

"This question," Cassia showed a embarrassed look, her head deflected a little, and looked at the female bartender standing by. Not long ago, the counter was blocked, and she did not see her body curves clearly. The first thing that hit the corner of her eyes was a pair of feet wearing wooden slippers, which were very well-proportioned and delicate, which could be said to be the perfect product of melting from the fine mold. The body is also a standard and artistic curve, which is not a body that can be shaped by just maintenance and a good daily diet.

When he turned around, Cassia looked at the bartender at the corner of her eyes, but she was facing a pair of bright eyes. The other party was also observing him without any concealment. The hiding place was very good, as perfect as his figure. Until now, Cassia had a clear touch.

He showed no expression, as if he was just a normal and slightly turned his head. In fact, Cassia didn't know what expression he should have shown to express his apology for his impolite behavior just now.

Looking at Senoselis again, Cassia continued his words: "I think everyone must have an answer in their hearts. Mr. Senoselis, I just want to come and trade it simply. As you said just now, not many of them know about these things, and I hope to complete the transaction as soon as possible." Taking out the golden bank card, Cassia looked at Senoselis sincerely, but couldn't see anything. The experience accumulated by age cannot be broken in a short time.

Senoselis wanted to answer, and looked directly at Cassia and immediately looked away.

Cassia was ignorantly aware, her eyes turned around, and followed the female bartender who was walking towards the stairs to the back. There were two people standing there, one who looked middle-aged and the other was very young.

"Senoselis, you didn't follow the rules just now." The middle-aged man said, looking at Cassia, "Mr. Tussus, I apologize to you for your subordinates' behavior. I will complete the transaction with you next."

Senoselis stood up and left the table, standing next to the female bartender, and his prestige disappeared immediately, as if the dust washed away by heavy rain, he became silent.

"Zimer." The man said his name, and he immediately reached out to open the box. The third and fifth volumes of "Ancient Ruins" were lying quietly in it. "We are not those in the dark world who think about black and eat black. As we have a strong desire for knowledge, we have strong self-control in doing things." Cassia nodded, and when she handed over the bank card, she took the opportunity to change her posture and her body became tense appropriately.

"Ni Liya." is the name of the bartender. Ni Liya took the portable machine, but it is as big as a black box. It is a portable transfer machine issued by a golden bank. It relies on a combination of radio and two-way password to complete the circulation of money.

When the indicator light on the machine flashed, Cassia took back the card, took the box that Zimmer pushed over, picked up the remaining bullets on the table and loaded them into the drum one by one.

"I wonder if Mr. Tussos is interested in staying for more talk." Zimmer said as he looked at Cassia's fluent movements. Ni Liya walked over from the side at this time, with a thick folder on her hand, which was placed between the two.

"As Synoselles said just now, not many people know and are interested in it, and they will take time to study these. As the real masters of these books, I think we have not only the same interests, but also the same interests, and,,, goals." Zimmer opened the folder in the middle, turned to the last few pages, turned around and pushed it in front of Cassia.

There are a series of names above, most of which appear dark gray. Cassia usually uses his surname "Tusos" to move, and the three fonts are sandwiched between these dark gray names, because the pure black can be found at a glance.

"Gray fonts represent that they are not qualified for the assessment and are the people we excluded."

"Does exclusion mean death?" Cassia asked, "as the one who used to deal with you on my behalf."

"No, no, not all." Zimmer said with a smile, not caring, he had answered this question many times, "Some are just warnings, many of them are alive. They will forget about coming to the tavern because of hypnosis and medicine. If Mr. Tussus has questions, you can choose from any of the gray names in this document, and we can provide you with detailed addresses to determine whether they are intact."

"And here we have to seek your forgiveness for the tricks in our tavern, but please believe we have no malice." Cassia knew Zimmer was talking about the hallucinogen mixed in the air, "You can think of him as our one-sided test, and the result was over-qualified."

"Living like this should be more uncomfortable than dying."

"Mr. Tussus, we all have the same organisms. You must know the rules in this circle. I believe that our thoughts are roughly the same. We will not interfere in their lives, just for the sake of secrecy and safety."

"Please allow me to ask a question." Zimmer asked Cassia for his consent, and he didn't want to stay too long on boring questions.

"I don't seem to have any other choice." Cassia put away the dagger and looked around. There were eight people in total, surrounding him and Zimmer completely.

Zimmer ignored Cassia's words and smiled: "I don't know what Mr. Tussos thinks about information, whether it's the function, the way of transmission, or the benefits obtained."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It is roughly divided into information source, transmission medium and acceptance target. As long as the middle is handled properly, you can rely on the information to form a network and capture what you want to obtain." Cassia replied, flipping through several pages of the file, all of which were full of names. He said another sentence in his heart, which was also what he had always worried about, "I am the thing I was being captured, or one of them."

"Education is a good thing, and the original sentences in textbooks can indeed give full evaluation. If information can be used properly, such as controlling the source slightly, and then spending a little effort afterwards, it can spread in the circles and fields you want, so that it will not lead to the loss of control after the explosion of information, nor will it become a pool of stagnant water. Items have their owners, and gradually, the concept of 'audience' is born, and it will be better understood by calling it a 'specific recipient'. Finally, some means of screening can indeed achieve the result that Mr. Tussus just said - to obtain what he wants."

Cassia thought of Shake and her grandfather Doolison, which was a medium for information transmission, and unknowingly completed the function of information transmission. Although it would take a long time, Cassia did not think that Zimmer in front of him and something behind him would lack time.

When Cassia looked over again, Zimmer continued his unfinished words, and he had a lot of patience: "And Mr. Tussus, you are what we want to seek, as people with common interests, goals or interests."

Without a positive answer, Cassia thought for a while and asked: "Can I know the relationship between Pekinz Chilis and you?"
Chapter completed!