Chapter 8 Transaction
“Where is Stall No. 69 in Ding District...”
Wu Tao shuttled through Ding District of Fang City, holding the stall rental voucher in his hand. He spent Sixty broken spiritual stones rented a stall for two days.
Fangshi is so big that it’s a bit hard to find.
“Little fellow Taoist, what are you looking for?”
At this time, Wu Tao heard Han Tiezhu's voice. He looked up and saw Han Tiezhu standing at his spiritual rice stall. He found this place unknowingly.
Wu Tao stepped forward and said: "Uncle Han, I'm looking for a stall, No. 69, District D, look..."
As he said that, he showed Han Tiezhu the stall rental receipt.
Han Tiezhu took a closer look, immediately became happy, and said with a smile: "Little fellow Taoist, this is not a coincidence. No. 69, District D, is just to my left. I am No. 70, District D."
Wu Tao looked at the vacant stall to the left of Han Tiezhu and saw a small sign with the words 'No. 69, District D' engraved on it.
"This brand is too small, no wonder it's so hard to find..." Wu Tao complained, turned around and thanked Han Tiezhu: "Thank you, Uncle Han, otherwise I would have to find it again."
Han Tiezhu smiled honestly. He waved his hand and said, "You're welcome. By the way, what do you sell at the stall?"
Wu Tao came to the stall, took off the baggage from behind, put a piece of cloth on it, and took out the robe carefully. Put it on, then took out a wooden sign that had been written in advance, pointed to the sign and said to Han Tiezhu: "Uncle Han, look at it."
Han Tiezhu looked at the wooden sign and saw a line of words crookedly written on it. 'First-level and second-level blast robe, price tag, fifteen low-grade spiritual stones'.
"You are selling robes. You are very obedient, but they are much more valuable than my spiritual rice... My little fellow Taoist, why don't you go to District A or District A to sell them? There are more people there."
Wu Tao said Hao Ran: "Uncle Han, I am short of money. Besides, I think this place is quite good."
"Uncle, how do you sell this spiritual rice?" Han Tiezhu also wanted to talk to him. While Wu Tao was talking, some casual cultivators came up to ask about the price, and Han Tiezhu hurriedly greeted the guests.
Wu Tao took out a futon, sat cross-legged on it, and looked at the street. This street was full of people selling groceries, and he was the only one selling robes.
If no one competes with me, it will be sold quickly.
He thought happily as he looked at the immortal cultivators coming and going on the street.
"In two days, it must be sold."
In two days, it will be the day when Yahang collects the rent. If it is not sold and there is no spirit stone to pay the rent, there will be no place to stay. None.
It’s not very safe outside the city.
It’s not that there are many wild beasts.
Sometimes, cultivators are more terrifying than wild beasts.
Wu Tao looked at the casual cultivators walking by one by one. Some of them glanced at Wu Tao's stall. When they saw the price on the wooden sign, they all stopped and left directly.
Fifteen low-grade spiritual stones are indeed more than a little expensive for low-level casual cultivators.
Imagine that the original owner was mining in Qingling Sect and could only get three spiritual stones a month, but this first-level and second-level robe required five months of no food or drink to buy.
Among the four arts of cultivating immortality, magic weapons, elixirs, and formations are the most expensive because of their high cost. The talismans are cheaper, low cost, and mostly disposable.
His robe was refined twice before it was successfully refined once. It consumed six spark stones and two kilograms of demon silk. The cost price was five yuan of low-grade spiritual stones, and it sold for fifteen yuan. It can be said that it was completely useless. expensive.
Besides, the cost also includes booth fees, and transaction tax is required if the transaction is successful.
This does not include labor costs.
Han Tiezhu made a deal and received a hundred broken spiritual stones. His face was full of joy. He turned to Wu Tao and said, "I don't know what my little Taoist friend's name is yet?"
"Li Mo!" Wu Tao still used a pseudonym.
Although Manager Wang doesn't care about him, if one day he hears the news that he is still alive, there is no guarantee that he will not be tempted to kill and silence him, so it is better to be safe.
Han Tiezhu smiled and said: "Li Mo, what a good name, I'll call you Li Xiaoyou. Li Xiaoyou, your robe...I wonder?...Ah, I'm sorry...I shouldn't pry..."
Han Tiezhu's move is a taboo in the world of immortality. Don't pry into other people's privacy easily. Even if Wu Tao's robe has an erroneous origin, he cannot inquire about it.
What if you meet someone who is difficult to get along with and secretly hates you, and if you find an opportunity to fall in love with you later, you will regret it.
It’s not like this has never happened before.
Wu Tao was not angry, he just said it was okay and passed it. As for refining it by myself, I haven't gotten to know Han Tiezhu to this extent yet.
The day passed quickly, and the market closed at sunset. Wu Tao did not successfully sell the robe, and no one even asked.
On the other hand, Han Tiezhu next to him was very happy after selling ninety kilograms of spiritual rice and earning three low-grade spiritual stones.
Wu Tao looks so envious!
After a day at the stall, exhausted both physically and mentally, Wu Tao cleaned up the stall, said goodbye to Han Tiezhu, and returned to his residence. When he returned to his residence, he fell asleep and was not even in the mood for dinner.
Early the next morning, Wu Tao poured cold water into his face and washed his face. When he saw himself in the basin, it was obvious that his body had turned black.
Could it be that my dark hall is not attracting customers? Thinking of this, he took out a long piece of black cloth, covered his forehead, and then went to the market to set up a stall.
“Hoo!”
Taking a long breath, Wu Tao secretly cheered himself up in his heart to dispel the gloomy mood. If the stall owner had a bad face, no customers would come forward to ask. .
"Little friend Li, don't be anxious. This is how business is done. I haven't sold a pound of spiritual rice for three or four days before..." Han Tiezhu comforted him when he heard Wu Tao sigh.
"Thank you, Uncle Han, for your concern."
But Han Tiezhu didn't know about his difficulties.
The morning passed quickly, and there was someone pushing a small wooden cart to sell lunch. Wu Tao was hungry, so he spent a broken spirit stone to sell a lunch, one meat and one vegetarian, and kept exclaiming in his heart Damn it, I feel like eating lunch on a train in my previous life.
After lunch, Wu Tao cheered up and looked at passers-by. As long as passers-by looked at his sign a few times, he would ask if he needed a robe?
Hard work pays off.
After asking more than ten people, a middle-aged male dressed like a casual cultivator finally came forward and asked: "Your robe costs fifteen low-grade spiritual stones. It is too expensive. Can it be less?"
Wu Tao smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, this is the first-level and second-level blast robe. It is indispensable. If it is less, I will lose money."
The middle-aged casual cultivator said: "The light body talisman costs four pieces. There is only one low-grade spiritual stone, which is a little faster than the Gale Wind Robe."
Wu Tao's face froze and he patiently explained: "Fellow Taoist, the light body talisman is a one-time use and costs fifteen yuan. I can't even buy four spiritual stones. Although it is faster than my robe, my robe is not disposable and can be used for a long time."
Middle-aged casual cultivator: " Then how did you get this robe? If you come here in a wrong way, if the former master finds you, you will lose your life..."
Wu Tao took the robe and assured him in a low voice: "Fellow Taoist, please rest assured. Look, this robe is brand new. It was definitely not from an improper source, but was refined by someone else."
"You refine it." "A trace of shock flashed across the face of the middle-aged casual cultivator, but he quickly concealed it. Shock was not suitable for bargaining: "Then you can show me the certificate of the weapon refiner certified by Wuquan Mountain Refining Hall."< br>
"Uh..." This stumped Wu Tao. He really didn't.
Seeing this, the middle-aged casual cultivator immediately said happily: "You don't have a certificate as a refiner, how can I believe that you made it? Then how can I believe in your quality? I see that fellow Taoist sellers are sincere in selling, I I also bought it sincerely, at a fixed price, thirteen yuan of low-grade spiritual stones, can I make a deal? "
Thirteen yuan, pay six yuan for rent, pay Zhang Li one yuan, and pay 10% of the transaction tax, one yuan and thirty. There are still a few broken spiritual stones left... Calculating quickly in his mind, Wu Tao shook his head and said: "Fellow Taoist, this is really not possible."
"Okay, if you don't sincerely sell me, then goodbye!" The middle-aged casual cultivator left without hesitation after saying this.
He was manipulated. Once upon a time, he had manipulated others in this way... Wu Tao quickly took his hand and said, "Well, if you really want to buy it, don't say anything about low-quality products for 13 yuan." Fourteen low-grade spiritual stones, if they break within a month, the warranty will be covered. "
This is his final bottom line.
The middle-aged casual cultivator calculated in his mind for a moment, nodded and said: "Yes!"
Wu Tao breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that the man would regret it, so he quickly wrote the transaction voucher, and then handed over the money with one hand and the other. delivery.
Looking at the other person's back holding the robe and leaving, I just felt that the other person's back was radiating light. It was not easy, and it was finally sold.
Wu Tao almost shed tears of excitement.
"Congratulations to Li Xiaoyou for selling the robe. Hey, it's better to sell the robe. Once you get one, the spiritual stones will come. By the way, doesn't Li Xiaoyou want to buy spiritual rice? I'll weigh it for you..." Han Tiezhu Looking at the fourteen white spirit stones in Wu Tao's hand, I felt envious in my heart!
Hearing this, Wu Tao immediately put the spirit stone in his hand close to his body and said, "Uncle Han, I will do it next time, I will do it next time."
Now is not the time to enjoy.
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(End of this chapter)