A Guide to Surviving the Mysterious Dungeon and the Twelve Talismans

Not to mention that the item's attributes state that it exists because of certain special reasons.

"Or do you have a way to obtain these kinds of items?" Tang Ming's eyes lit up again.

Zhou An didn't answer, but instead asked, "What exactly do you want to cooperate on?"

"Answer me, do you have any way to obtain these kinds of items?" Tang Ming stared intently at Zhou An.

"Answer me first," Zhou An said calmly.

Tang Ming frowned, but after thinking for a moment, he still said, "Originally, I wanted to obtain the mining rules and tools from you."

"At the same time, we can give you maximum permissions, allowing you to mine to your heart's content for these ten days."

"We can buy the mined ore at 10 yuan per kilogram."

"Ten dollars? Do you think I'm some kind of idiot who knows nothing?"

“Wanbaoge sells it for 100 yuan per kilogram, and even the cost price is more than 10 yuan,” Zhou An said in a deep voice.

Tang Ming raised an eyebrow and said with a faint smile, "I didn't expect you to know the price. Well then, the price will be raised to thirty yuan per catty."

"We sell it to the outside world for only fifty yuan a kilogram, so we have to make some money too."

"Unfortunately, this pickaxe only lasts for twelve hours, so you probably won't be able to dig much."

Tang Ming said, sounding somewhat regretful.

Based on the mining speed of Zhou An's two clones, they could only mine a few million kilograms at most in 24 hours.

Although it was a lot, his previous expectations were too high, and he had already communicated with his superiors.

It doesn't matter if he's disappointed; what's worrying is that those above him will be disappointed.

Upon hearing this, Zhou An said, "I'll sell it to you for fifty yuan a pound."

Tang Ming shook his head: "Impossible."

“You’ll agree. I can provide a stable supply of this power pickaxe,” Zhou An said with a faint smile.

Upon hearing this, Tang Ming's eyes lit up instantly.

"Can you really maintain a continuous supply?" Tang Ming quickly asked.

Zhou An didn't say anything, but took out twenty power iron pickaxes from his four-dimensional pocket and threw them at Tang Ming's feet.

“Look,” Zhou An said, pointing to the power pickaxe.

Upon hearing this, Tang Ming immediately reached out and grabbed a pickaxe, which flew up and landed in his hand.

After reviewing the attributes, Tang Ming reached for the other pickaxes.

Tang Ming's eyes lit up with each time he looked at the attributes of a pickaxe.

"Great, great, that's wonderful!" Tang Ming was overjoyed.

The fact that Zhou An could casually produce twenty iron pickaxes proves that he could indeed obtain a stable source of income.

"How did you get these items?" Tang Ming pressed.

Zhou An smiled and said, "Let me ask you a question first: are you a native of the strange world, or did you become a strange person after dying in the human world?"

"Why are you asking this?" Tang Ming asked, puzzled.

Zhou An didn't speak, he just looked at Tang Ming.

Finally, Tang Ming slowly spoke: "I was human before, but I no longer had human consciousness. My consciousness was born later, but I still have human memories."

"That makes things easier. You know Doraemon, right?" Zhou An nodded slightly.

"Doraemon? Of course I know that, what does it have to do with this?" Tang Ming was even more confused.

"Does this power pickaxe look familiar to you?" Zhou An asked again.

Upon hearing this, Tang Ming paused for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

Previously sealed memories began to slowly resurface: "Wait, is this a Doraemon gadget?"

"I have acquired a rule skill that allows me to extract non-existent items and turn them into one-time-use props."

"Unfortunately, the rules and abilities are very restrictive, only allowing the extraction of tools related to the work, and this power pickaxe just happens to be for mining," Zhou An said, making things up.

Tang Ming stared intently at Zhou An, suspecting that Zhou An was lying, but he couldn't be sure.

Finally, he nodded: "Fifty yuan a pound, I can agree to that, but you have to provide us with a stable supply of iron pickaxes, and these twenty will be mine."

As Tang Ming spoke, he was about to take away the twenty iron pickaxes.

Zhou An then spoke up, "The cooperation has been agreed upon, but the price of this power pickaxe hasn't been discussed yet."

"You should provide me with this power pickaxe for free," Tang Ming said, frowning.

"Free? You don't mean there are no restrictions on my ability, do you?" Zhou An looked at Tang Ming with an expression as if he were an idiot.

"Alright, then we'll offer ten thousand yuan to buy one," Tang Ming said, offering a price.

Upon hearing this, Zhou An calmly replied, "Two choices: one million per shot, and then tell me why you're doing this."

"Secondly, I want 50% of the ore mined with a pickaxe."

"One million per sword? Are you kidding me? The second one is even more of a joke. And you want 50%?" A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Tang Ming's body.

However, Zhou An and the other two remained completely still.

The malevolent entity even grinned as it condensed a fireball in its palm, while the benevolent entity beside it did the same.

"You do have some tricks up your sleeve. You're only at the third rank, yet you can unleash a fifth-rank attack." Tang Ming chuckled and withdrew his aura.

"I can't make that decision myself, wait a moment." Tang Ming took out his phone and dialed the number of the person above him right in front of Zhou An.

Zhou An wanted to hear the conversation, but Tang Ming was quickly enveloped in a layer of mist, which completely blocked the sound.

After about five minutes, the black mist dissipated, and Tang Ming looked at Zhou An with a smile on his face: "One million, deal."

"However, we also have a requirement: before your group of players returns, we need to provide five hundred Power Pickaxes."

"Five hundred?" Zhou An was also slightly taken aback.

"Wait, do you want the remaining players to mine with power pickaxes too?" Zhou An asked quickly.

"That's right. To tell you the truth, the Soul Iron Mine is extremely large. We have been mining it for a hundred years, but we still haven't mined out even one percent of its output."

"At the same time, however much ore you humans hoard, we can secretly take away that much ore."

"This is our sincerity, so how fast are you providing the power pickaxe?" Tang Ming smiled at Zhou An.

Chapter 133 Zhou An profited, the higher-ups profited, but who lost?

Zhou An now understood that the higher-ups at the Soul Iron Mine were also a bunch of rats.

Although he manages the Soul Iron Mine, he secretly pockets the Soul Iron Ore.

Clearly, the Soul Iron Mine is a force similar to the Hope Train, with its own set of operating rules.

Under these rules, humans just happened to create a bug.

A bug that allows high-ranking members of the Soul Iron Mine to directly obtain Soul Iron Mine for free.

"It's pretty fast, but we need some support from you," Zhou An said.

“Sure, just let me know what you need.” Tang Ming nodded.

"Get more of this prop." Zhou An took out the [Fully Automatic 3D Printer].

Printing one Doraemon takes a minute or two, but printing five hundred would be very slow.

If there were ten or eight of them, the speed would take off.

"Printers? No problem, just wait here, I'll go get some for you right away." Tang Ming's expression softened immediately when he saw that they were only level three items.

He then turned around and left.

"Old Ben, I don't think they have good intentions. Aren't you afraid of being scammed if you cooperate with them?" the evil entity said.

"You can't trick me. Alright, let's keep mining." Zhou An waved his hand.

Neither the malevolent nor the benevolent entity said anything more and continued to enter the mine to begin digging.

About two hours later, Tang Ming returned.

"You dug this deep in just two hours. This power pickaxe is really good." Tang Ming nodded in satisfaction.

"Did you bring the things?" Zhou An stopped and looked at Tang Ming.

Tang Ming said, "I brought it, but you still shouldn't dig in dangerous areas."

"We're likely to encounter mining beasts here, and the geology isn't great either. Let's go back to the safe zone and mine; there's plenty of ore there."

"Can the ore exceed the sixth rank?" Zhou An asked.

"Sixth tier? No, the highest tier we've ever seen is only fifth tier. Any higher-tier mining beasts have already been eliminated by the higher-ups." Tang Ming shook his head.

“Then I’ll dig here. There are fewer people here,” Zhou An said calmly.

"Fine, whatever. Don't expect me to save you if you encounter danger." Tang Ming said, waving his hand dismissively.

In the next instant, a hundred fully automatic 3D printers filled the mine shaft.

Upon seeing this, Zhou An frowned slightly, somewhat surprised.

He thought Tang Ming could get ten or eight units, but he actually got a hundred.

"This is one hundred units. Can you provide five hundred tomorrow?" Tang Ming asked.

Zhou An pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll be leaving the mine at six o'clock tomorrow morning. It'll be cash on delivery."

"Okay, cash on delivery." Tang Ming nodded and immediately turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," Zhou An suddenly called out to Tang Ming.

"Is there anything else?" Tang Ming asked Zhou An with a puzzled look.

"Manager Tang, how did you manage to get these printers out of there?"

"Is it a storage item, or something else?" Zhou An asked curiously.

This was purely out of Zhou An's curiosity.