He put away the oil-paper umbrella, shook off the water drops, straightened his clothes, found a place to sit down, and looked at the situation of the business.
For more than a year, Xiongshi Trading Company has changed a lot.
Most of the dazzling talisman counters that used to be there have been removed, replaced by a variety of spiritual herbs, elixirs, and jade slips.
Judging from its scale, it is not smaller than before. One can imagine how much hard work the operators have hidden behind it.
It turns out that Qingfeng discovered what was going on, and the people's support turned back, and the Lion Trading Company, which was closely related to it, was bound to bear the brunt.
Fortunately, Mrs. Xia He was sensible. As soon as the incident happened, she openly distanced herself from Qingfeng Guan. Not only did she sell all the talismans from Qingfeng Guan at a discount, she even donated a year's business profits to Those people who were harmed by the Rainy Night Butcher greatly reduced the impact of the incident on the business.
After that, Mrs. Xia He finally managed to maintain the current scale of the business through various mediations and many means.
It has to be said that this woman is also a business talent.
Not long after Ling Xiao sat down, a maid came quickly and asked respectfully: "This guest, what do you need?"
Ling Xiao didn't deliberately show off his cultivation, but the vague power he exuded was enough to awe him!
"Sell some spiritual herbs and materials, and get some other materials from these."
Ling Xiao took out the prepared note, handed it over, and arranged five rectangular boxes.
"OK."
The maid took the note and glanced at it. She was stunned for a moment when she found that they were all materials for making talismans.
Materials for making talismans have been sold very rarely in the past year or so, and almost no one wants them.
After Xuanjizi's death, Lao Yu couldn't wait to jump out, claiming that his original defeat at the hands of Xuanjizi was due to the conspiracy of the Demon Sword to destroy the soul. From then on, he expanded the talisman business in Huangsong City.
How could the common people and monks at that time care so much?
Anyway, as long as you scold Qingfengguan and Xuanjizi, we will be friends.
Lao Yu's plan succeeded easily. Now the recognized center of talisman is in Huangsong City and Laojiapu.
New Talisman Maker?
An idea flashed through the maid's mind, and she subconsciously glanced at the guest's appearance.
This look made her freeze on the spot!
I saw that this guest had an ordinary appearance, and you might not find it in a pile of shame. However, he had a pair of unforgettable eyes, translucent, shining with a calm and wise light, which added to his whole temperament. Somewhat mysterious.
Isn't this look the same as the talisman spokesperson who was hung at the door every day and was regarded as the sign of Xiongshi Trading Company...
Ling Xiao!
"Ling..."
The maid was startled and couldn't help but take a step back, with a little surprise in her eyes.
Ever since the incident at Qingfeng Temple, Ling Xiao has never appeared again. Everyone thought he would never come out again. Who would have thought that he would show up today? !
Ling Xiao looked back at the maid and said calmly: "Hello, please hurry up."
"Uh...oh!"
The maid responded quickly, but hesitated in her heart.
Ling Xiao's appearance had different meanings for Xiongshi Trading Company. She was hesitating whether to report the matter as soon as possible.
At this moment, another woman came quickly and said to her: "Go and get the materials for him first, and I'll take care of him."
As if she had received an amnesty, the maid took a deep breath and said, "Okay!"
She hurried to the warehouse, as if staying here for a moment longer would be torture.
Ling Xiao looked at the woman approaching, smiled slightly, and said, "Miss An An, long time no see."
The person who came was none other than An An.
After not seeing each other for more than a year, she has become more and more beautiful and charming. The shyness and shyness in the past have disappeared, replaced by a calmness after experience. It must be said that she is becoming more and more like Mrs. Xia He.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
An An replied calmly, but the slight hoarseness in her words seemed to betray that she was not as calm inside as she appeared.
She sat down and silently opened the five boxes brought by Ling Xiao. While appraising them, she looked at Ling Xiao with the corner of her eye.
After more than a year, this man has changed a lot.
Although Ling Xiao had an old temperament back then, at least he had a young face. But now, not only are his temples gray, but there are also two shallow wrinkles between his eyebrows, making him look as if he has aged by more than ten years.
It's hard to imagine what kind of time he has spent this year.
At the same time, that powerful aura was even more amazing than before!
Outside the door, the drizzle did not stop as expected. Instead, there were thunderous bursts, which tended to get more intense.
An An was filled with emotions and couldn't help but sigh.
The starting point of this rain is also the end of many people’s lives.
That day, the fate of countless people was changed.
Among them, Ling Xiao was included.
Also included, Lion Trading Company.
An An collected her thoughts and said: "The total is 700 spirit stones. We will wait for the materials to come back later and see how to deduct them. The more will be refunded and the less will be reimbursed."
Ling Xiao nodded, a flash of appreciation flashing in his eyes.
She has really grown up a lot, and is no longer the shy little girl she used to be, who would burst into tears when a customer yelled at her.
While waiting for the materials to be retrieved, there was silence between the two.
Ling Xiao tapped the table with his fingertips, making a clicking sound, as if he was counting time and passing the time. His eyes were staring at something, but if he looked carefully, he could only see nothingness.
He is in a daze.
An An commented on Ling Xiao's behavior and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Doesn't he have anything to ask?
One year, three months, and three days, gone.
But when she thought of this, An An felt her cheeks get a little hot again.
Yes, what are you asking?
Xiongshi Trading Company has long drawn a clear line with Qingfengguan and Ling Xiao. For such a long time, Mrs. Xia He has never asked about Ling Xiao's situation, let alone sent anyone to visit.
What else is there to ask?
That's it, it's pretty good.
At least, he is still willing to come, and the two parties can still make ordinary transactions.
Let that matter be buried forever.
No matter, right or wrong.
"An'an!"
Next to her, another maid returned from taking the materials and was pushing her to wake her up from her thoughts.
"Feel sorry!"
An An smiled apologetically, took the list of materials, and said: "The total price of the materials is 721 spiritual stones, so that's..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw that Ling Xiao had already pushed over 21 spiritual stones.
An An wanted to wipe away a few words, but she swallowed them back in her stomach. Her heart seemed to hurt. She watched silently as Ling Xiao put the materials away and waved goodbye.
"Goodbye, Miss An An."
Ling Xiao was still so polite, but An An clearly heard the slight alienation in his words.
An An pursed her lips, tried her best to suppress her slightly sour nose, and nodded: "Goodbye."
Ling Xiao saw her expression and couldn't help but smile.
He didn't hold any grudge against Xiongshi Trading Company, but he was now burdened with endless infamy. They had paid countless prices for abandoning him in the first place, so how could he provoke them again?
We are destined to never be friends again.
It's better to draw a clear line so as not to follow the truth.
He stood up to leave, but inadvertently, he saw the curtain lift, and from behind, three people who were both familiar and unfamiliar to him walked out.
His feet paused.
The three people also noticed him immediately, and they had different expressions for a moment.
