Chapter 508

Gao Jie skills have a spiritual pressure requirement, so even if I buy them now I can't use them.

Finally, I need to buy an oil-refining workbench.

There's only the basic model.

But it's enough.

After another half-day of picking, I finally confirmed the list.

【Purchase List】

【Race Improvement Book】3

【Technology Improvement Book】4

【Fengming Blade Blueprint】1

【Women's Shirt Improvement Book】1

【High-Heeled Shoes Fashion Blueprint】1

【Self-Selected Medicine Treasure Chest】3

【Self-Selected Material Treasure Chest】7

【Oil-Refining Workbench】1

【Various Crafting Materials】Large quantity

【Cosmetics】Moderate quantity

【Daily Necessities】Moderate quantity

【Living Supplies】Moderate quantity

【Goods Payment】176 gold coins

【Commission】5.28 gold coins

【Tax】37.6 gold coins

【Total】218.88 gold coins

This commission is fine, 3% is reasonable.

Although it's not small, it's still acceptable.

But this tax?

How is the proportion even higher than last time?

It's already over 21% of the goods payment.

Damn it…

The goods are sold expensive, the tax is high, at least double the price of the black market.

Forget it, let's just leave it.

Zhao Chi closed the system.

Just as he was about to stand up, he saw a pair of sheer-nylon long legs.

These long legs were beautiful, but not as good as Gu Qing and the others.

But Zhao Chi still stared for a long time.

Because he noticed the stockings on these legs weren't sheer-nylon, but pale-yellow silk.

It was just that they were so thin that they showed the color of the skin underneath, so the pale yellow wasn't obvious.

But Zhao Chi looked at Gu Qing and the others' stockinged legs every day, so his recognition ability was very strong.

This color of silk…

Should be produced by Gu Qing.

Zhao Chi was very familiar with Gu Qing's silk.

From pale yellow to orange-yellow, he could recognize them all.

But the most important thing was the pattern of the stockings.

One could say it was extremely delicate.

Far more delicate than ordinary silkworm-silk stockings.

So… these stockings were self-made?

Zhao Chi was still looking when he heard a familiar woman's voice.

"Zhao Chi, what are you spacing out about?"

He looked up — Li Ruanyu.

She looked at him with a slight reproach.

"Li Ruan… Instructor Li?"

"What's wrong? Haven't seen me in a few days and don't recognize me anymore?"

"Of course I do, I recognize you."

Zhao Chi was speaking, but his mind was racing.

Why is Li Ruanyu wearing the stockings I made?

All my stockings were only sold at Thick Fragrance Food Street — has Li Ruanyu been there too?

It's possible.

Zhao Chi couldn't help lowering his gaze to her legs again.

This time Li Ruanyu stepped back.

"Zhao Chi, you… what's going on?"

"Oh, sorry Instructor Li, I was looking at your stockings."

Li Ruanyu asked doubtfully, "Really?"