All players: I can choose my own dungeon rewards.

Wang Zhifan took Captain Li's advice to heart and decided to go to a player gathering in the near future to see the situation.

He looked through the information about the Xiaguo players' gathering that Captain Li had sent him before, checked the relevant websites, and found that there was still at least a month to the next Kyoto conference, but there were many small gatherings in various places every day, and he could still attend some of them today.

"Jinlin City is holding a player gathering at the downtown building at 5 pm today. It's 4:30 pm now... there's still time!"

Without much hesitation, Wang Zhifan immediately left the villa and informed the maids Yilin and Yali that they didn't need to cook for him tonight, but they needed to prepare more food for his new pet Black Hawk. Then he immediately rushed to Jinlin City, which was thousands of miles away.

He had been to this city once before, and he took the high-speed rail. But now he basically doesn't need any means of transportation. He can directly use the power of space to teleport there, and his speed is as fast as teleportation.

After arriving in Jinlin City, he took some time to find the building where the players' party was held. He discovered that although it was not yet five o'clock in the afternoon, the party had actually begun. Many players were queuing at the entrance of the building to enter. At a glance, there were more than a thousand people, and it was quite lively.

After waiting in line for a while and simply registering with the security guard, Wang Zhifan successfully entered the building and began to participate in the players' party.

He found that this place was divided into many venues. Some were specifically for players to trade equipment, some were for official equipment purchases, and some were for big players to give lectures and share experiences. Some were free and some had entrance fees, handling fees and other expenses, but overall they were not expensive.

Wang Zhifan had a clear goal. He came to a less conspicuous corner of the venue and found a middle-aged man who looked like a security guard but had been standing still. He said to him:
"Hello, I need access to the senior venue."

This was the high-level player receptionist he knew from Captain Li. He was responsible for guarding the venue exclusively for high-level players. Without his guidance, players could not enter the high-end area separated from the ordinary venue.

"Is this your first time here? Please show me relevant proof."

The middle-aged man in security uniform focused his sharp eyes on him, realizing that he was a stranger, and asked him to prove that he was a high-end player. He could choose the way to prove it freely.

Wang Zhifan was well prepared for this and responded:
"I'm not level 50 yet, but I have a letter of recommendation from Li Zhenguo, the captain of the elite team of Dongjiang Second Division. This is my business card."

After listening to him, the middle-aged man took the business card, scanned it on his mobile phone, spent a little time to confirm the information, and then looked up and replied:
"According to the regulations, you can enter the high-end venue with a letter of recommendation, but the admission card you are given is different from that of other high-end players. It is only limited in time, and you will be able to enjoy fewer services... This is your card. Swipe the door over there and go up the stairs to the high-end venue..."

As he spoke, he took out a silver card from his pocket and handed it to Wang Zhifan. Then he raised his hand and pointed to a closed electronic door at the corner not far away, telling him that he could enter by swiping the card.

"Thank you."

Wang Zhifan thanked politely, took the silver card and went to the electronic door, quickly swiped the card to enter, climbed a flight of stairs, and arrived at the brand new conference hall.

This conference venue has a very broad view, almost opening up the entire floor. At first glance, it appears to be at least 2,000 square meters in area, but it is completely enclosed, with lighting provided by soft and bright light tubes on the walls and ceiling, and the windows are tightly closed to the light.

In addition to the high-end decoration, the venue is equipped with many facilities that make people feel awe, such as a high-tech arena, a phantom monster fighting arena, something that looks like a spaceship cockpit, hundreds of players who are using them, and many glamorous service staff waiting in the corners at any time.

When these people saw Wang Zhifan appear, a lady came forward and said with a smile:

"Sir, do you want to trade equipment or inquire about dungeon information? Are you interested in taking on the latest gray area cleanup mission..."

"I want to find teammates to play the dungeon."

At this moment, Wang Zhifan looked around the huge and strange conference hall and answered decisively.

The receptionist nodded and pointed to a nearby corridor and said:

"If you want to find teammates, in addition to freely communicating with other players at the venue, you can also go over there to the special meeting room, where there are some players who have the same needs as you..."

"Okay, thanks for the reminder."

Upon hearing that there was a special branch venue, Wang Zhifan immediately walked towards that place instead of wandering around the conference hall, even though he was somewhat interested in this place as a newcomer.

After passing through the corridor and walking about ten meters, he saw a conference hall on the right. The style of this place was completely different from that of the conference venue. It was actually an antique teahouse.

Looking inside from the door, you can see that there are already about twenty players chatting inside, sitting at several tables, some sitting in a group, and some drinking alone.

"Looking for teammates in this kind of environment? This organizer is quite interesting."

Wang Zhifan was not in a hurry to achieve his goal. He walked to an empty space and found an empty bench to sit down.

But as soon as he sat down, an old man wearing a mandarin jacket, with a long braid and holding a brown teapot in his hand came over and asked him what he would like to drink.

“What kind of tea do you have here?”

Sensing that the old man with a pot in retro clothing in front of him had a distinguished aura and was definitely not an ordinary person, Wang Zhifan couldn't help but ask him with interest, curious whether this old man was just a venue service staff.

The old man in a yellow jacket with a long whip on his forehead replied with a mysterious look on his face:

"Young man, as long as it's tea, I have it in this pot, and the quality is absolutely first-class, and the price is very affordable. Each cup only costs you 80,000 yuan."

"..."

For a moment, Wang Zhifan was silenced by the words of the old man holding the teapot. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the old man, then looked at the brown teapot in his hand. His expression seemed to say, how can you, old man, cheat people out of money in broad daylight.

Seeing his surprised expression, the old man was not at all flustered. He sat down next to him very naturally and explained:

"Young man, I know from your appearance that you are not an ordinary person. A cup of tea is nothing to you!

To be honest, this teapot of mine is an outstanding treasure. All kinds of tea produced in it have special effects, which cannot be compared with good tea in the secular sense. The effect is comparable to various precious medicines!
It’s a huge loss to charge you only 80,000 yuan for one cup. I wouldn’t give it to other players if they wanted to buy it. If it weren’t for your unfamiliar face, I’d like to make a good relationship with you…” The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, almost spitting at the mouth, praising the tea in his teapot as the best in the world. The more Wang Zhifan listened, the more he felt that this man was not normal, and he almost wanted to get up and leave.

But before he could really hold it back, a fat player who was drinking tea alone nearby couldn't stand it anymore and looked up at the bragging old man and said:

"Old Liu, stop bragging! You're charging 80,000 yuan for a cup. Do you really think others are fools? No one's money came from the flood!"

After this person finished speaking, the old man finally stopped his endless nonsense and turned back to say:

"I like it, what's your business? Do you think every player is like you? So poor that they can't even afford two rare equipment? Look at what he's wearing, he's not short of money at all, 80,000 is just a drop in the bucket..."

The fat player did not respond immediately to his words, but instead attracted players who were talking at several tables not far away. After hearing his words, they immediately turned their attention to Wang Zhifan, wanting to see how good the equipment of the person the old man was talking about was.

Wang Zhifan was a little caught off guard by this development, but he had nothing to worry about. Before entering the venue, or most of the time, he used invisible strange clothes to disguise himself. It was basically impossible for outsiders to tell the details of his equipment through his appearance, unless they took off his equipment one by one and examined it carefully.

However, it must be said that Wang Zhifan has always paid attention to disguising the clothes on his body, but neglected to conceal necklaces, rings and other accessories. After all, his disguise was just a convenience and it was not a rigid survival need at this stage. As a result, the players in the teahouse were attracted by these details, and many of them exclaimed in amazement.

"Fuck! Brother, why does the gold ring on your hand look familiar... Is it the ring of the Outstanding Fighter?"

"War Madness Ring? Exclusive to the warrior class? The one that was recently auctioned in Kyoto for 800 million?"

"Yes, I recognized it only after I went to the auction! However, I couldn't really tell the difference between the other sapphire ring on his hand, but it looked like it was at least rare."

"Awesome! Brother, you are not the one who spent 800 million at the auction, right? It's rare for a rich man to choose the warrior profession..."

……

Inside the teahouse, many players focused their attention on Wang Zhifan, discussing how valuable the ring he was wearing was. However, they did not know that the so-called War Madness Ring was almost the lowest-level equipment Wang Zhifan currently had, so it would not be surprising if it was immediately eliminated after a change of equipment.

Seeing that many people were paying attention to him, Wang Zhifan was not at all nervous. He immediately took this opportunity to say that he was looking for a partner to play the dungeon and wanted to find a player with the highest possible level to form a team.

As soon as he finished speaking, he aroused enthusiastic response from the crowd. Many people walked over to communicate with him. It seemed that these people were very happy to team up with a rich man.

"Brother, I'm currently level 52 and a gunner. Since you're a warrior, it's a good fit for you to team up with me. But I have a level 47 mage companion, so he must come with us if we enter the dungeon."

A skinny player with bright eyes said.

"Haven't you heard that they want someone as high level as possible? You're only level 52, so take it easy! Brother, choose me! I'm currently level 64, a mage, and a professional Tongtiandai. The first time I take you to a dungeon, I only charge two million Xia Guo coins, and I guarantee that you will clear it!"

A tall, muscular, square-faced man who didn't look like a wizard at all replied.

"Level 64 is so great? Where's Huang Neng? He didn't come today? Brother, let me tell you, as far as I know, Huang Neng is the highest level here, at level 77! But I heard his equipment is average, if you want to team up with someone higher level, you can wait for him to come!"

……

These players were unexpectedly enthusiastic and made a lot of suggestions around Wang Zhifan. Then the old man in a vest sitting next to Wang Zhifan suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention.

"Young man, you haven't introduced yourself yet. If you want to team up with high-level players, you have to keep up with your own level. Those masters at level 70 or 80 are generally not willing to lead us who are over level 50. Unless your equipment is good enough, this requirement can be relaxed a little..."

When Wang Zhifan heard this, he knew that the time had come for him to make a decision.

If he wants to successfully find high-level players to form a team, he has to falsify his level. Anyway, his combat power should be able to keep up.

But it’s a bit tricky to figure out how to fake it, as high-level players are not easy to fool, and it’s very likely to be exposed and cause some problems.

"What I need is someone who can form a long-term team. Lying to others may only work once or twice. In the long run, it is better to tell the truth."

After a brief thought, Wang Zhifan decided to be honest, so he took out his silver-white card and replied:

"Everyone, I actually came here with a letter of recommendation. My level is only over 30, but I hope to enter the advanced dungeon with high-level players. I don't need help from others, as long as I can enter the dungeon. For this, I can pay extra money..."

He had only said half of his words when he realized that the atmosphere around him had suddenly fallen silent. Several people even stared at him with indescribable eyes, not knowing whether they were contemptuous, speechless, or astonished. Finally, it was still the old man with the teapot who broke the silence and spoke in a deep voice:

"Young man, you are the bravest person I have ever seen... Do you know what it means for a player in his thirties to force his way into a copy of players in their seventies or eighties?"

"It will be very dangerous, I know this very well, so I don't ask others to help me in the dungeon at all."

Wang Zhifan responded immediately, saying he understood the huge risks involved.

The old man with the teapot was speechless after hearing this. He shook his head and then raised his voice and said to him:
"Just dangerous? It's just suicide! Not only will you not survive, but you will also bring harm to other people in the dungeon!
Do you think high-level dungeons are easy to play? Do high-level players have a 100% chance of clearing the dungeon? In fact, they have to rack their brains and fight hard to barely pass the dungeon!

Let me tell you clearly, even if you offer 100 million, there will be no high-level players who will team up with you! You have to have a life to spend your money!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, most of the other players around shook their heads and dispersed, no longer wanting to pay attention to Wang Zhifan, a player whose level was too low. Only a few did not leave, and among them, the tall and mighty square-faced mage said:
"Brother, what Lao Liu said is a little exaggerated, but it's basically like this. At your current level, the people who dare to lead you are usually in their early 50s at most. It's impossible for those at 70 or 80 to lead you, unless they are crazy.

It's not that others look down on you or anything, it's just that the risk is too great. If you enter a dungeon and the whole team is wiped out because of your lack of ability and experience, who can you complain to?

Although I call myself a master of all trades, the lowest player I led was level 48, and that’s all old news. At that time, I was less than level 60…” (End of this chapter)