"There are actually three! Is it really energy production?"

Undisguised shock and greed flashed in Murong Fu's eyes widened.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and trembled to touch the blood-colored potion, but Qin Yu did not stop him.

Holding a blood-colored potion in his hand, Murong Fu rubbed it carefully for a while, as if he was in his hand, he was the most beautiful woman in the world.

After a long time, he turned his gaze back to Qin Yu and asked, "Every blood-colored potion is really one billion?"

To be honest, even the acquirer, can't believe this price.

Originally, Murong Fu thought the acquisition process would not go very smoothly, so he prepared 3 billion yuan or even higher prices.

The psychological price of buying one is three or four times that of ordinary potions, which he thinks are reasonable.

Maybe if you pay three or four times the price, the other party may not agree to the transaction. You have to use force yourself so that the other party can surrender.

Before he asked Qin Yu to enter the office, he had prepared the necessary force.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yu only had one billion pieces, and this unknown special potion was like a gift given to him by God.

Qin Yu stared into Murong Fu's eyes and said, "I only have money and identity."

Qin Yu had planned everything clearly before he came.

Identity is just a cover.

Murong Fu didn't know that every new human who used "blood-colored potion" would be integrated into Qin Yu's magical blood.

Qin Yu's blood factor will change the recipient's genes, subtly move it in his mind, planting a seed of surrender.

Although these new humans are not as loyal as servants, as time goes by, they will definitely be willing to obey Qin Yu's orders as they become subtly moved and time goes by.

In the end, Murong Fu was making wedding dresses for him, using the resources of the Presbyterian Church to build a new human army for him.

Even if Murong Fu broke his head, he would never have thought that there would be such a strange and terrible thing in the world.

He put down the blood-colored potion in his hand, then sat up straight, abandoned the polite smile on his face, and stared at Qin Yu with a deep and sharp gaze for a long time.

Obviously, Murong Fu, the old fox, is not easy to deceive. He is thinking about how reliable Qin Yu's words are.

Finally, Murong Fu opened the drawer and took out a blank piece of information. Each page of the information was covered with the steel seal of the Presbyterian Church.

Murong Fu signed his name at the end, then handed it to Qin Yu, asking him to fill in his own information.

Of course, Qin Yu's information was written by himself, and Murong Fu didn't read it either. After signing his name, he reached out to press the communicator on the table:

"Come in."

The door opened and began to take Qin Yu upstairs into the office with the beautiful woman, and then bent down: "What are your instructions?

"Create this information from today, Mr. Long is the most honorable guest of our Presbyterian Church."

Murong Fu handed the documents in his hand to the beautiful woman, then looked at Qin Yu and said, "Please follow and get the identity card. At that time, the 3 billion will be transferred to your bank account."

"good."

Qin Yu stood up and left the room with the beauty, not worried that Murong Fu would swallow these three potions.

The office door was closed, and the beautiful woman's high heels made the floor make a crisp sound, and the sound gradually faded away.

And Qin Yu was like a ghost, with no sound under his feet.
Chapter completed!