There is no such thing as a free lunch. After Mr. Ning had his fill of wine and food, he cautiously reached a deal with Diyi Auction House.
He is responsible for obtaining the spiritual objects from heaven and then transferring them to the dojo opened by Diyi Auction House. In addition to getting a piece of spiritual guidance every time, he also has 5% of the amount of the spiritual guidance sold.
This fund can be exchanged for spiritual objects or elixirs that are not available on the market. As long as they are available at the Diyi Auction House, he can exchange them for them.
As for helping him do business, Mr. Ning refused.
He is a business tycoon, so there is no need for others to teach him how to do business. Besides, in his opinion, the people of Diyi Auction House do business just like that.
It has exclusive resources, but only focuses its business on high-end small markets. Although it is assisted by psychic treasures, it is still full of shortcomings.
As long as there is sufficient supply of goods, there is no need to even hold internal meetings if the other party does not fall out and kill people in order to steal their business.
Mr. Ning was just making a metaphor in his mind, because the other party could really kill people.
There is no need to apply for a certificate. The Yiren Bureau has already issued all the certificates and licenses for him. He can do everything according to the rules and does not need to go through the back door. He can queue up at the business window on the second floor of the Yiren Bureau and get it all done.
When doing business, the fewer people you collaborate with, the better. He likes to be in control of the overall situation.
The main reason is that the directors of Diyi Auction House are too enthusiastic and a bit scary.
Mr. Ning went back and took away a business gift that Gong Jiuqiong insisted on giving to him.
The four directors walked him to the door and watched him leave. They were worried that he should drive more carefully on the road to avoid getting into an accident.
They stood at the door and murmured, "He refuses to be the son of destiny, maybe he doesn't believe us."
"I just said you guys are too enthusiastic and should be more restrained, as it scares the children." Mr. Bao said angrily.
Gong Jiuqiong sighed, "I thought he would happily agree, and then we would give him half of the proceeds from Diyi Auction House's business, half sold and half given away."
"You can just do this. If you don't want to do this business, what's the difference between it and salted fish?"
"Don't talk arrogantly. What kind of business is this? Come to the stage and give it a try. You have to entertain people every day. When you face some arrogant fools, you still have to speak calmly."
"I didn't expect that doing business would be so tiring and annoying. Xiao Ning seems to like doing business very much. Let's go and find out. He can open a shop without our help."
At this time, a director checked on his mobile phone and said, "Oh, he has opened a spiritual goods company. It has just been renovated. The first store will not officially open in a few days."
Gong Jiuqiong exclaimed, "That woman from the Foreign Affairs Bureau actually knew about this in advance and got all the certificates and certificates for him early!"
"I don't think so. It's just a license for the sale of ordinary spiritual objects. Anyone can apply after meeting the conditions." Bao Ye said.
"I hope he can make his business bigger and stronger. It's best to take over all the auction work. I really don't want to do these noisy things." Gong Jiuqiong touched the game console in his trouser pocket and said sincerely.
The other three directors all thought so.
It’s just that they don’t play games, but want to do things that interest them.
Refining elixirs every day is much more comfortable than doing business, and socializing is really annoying.
Mr. Bao said: "No matter what, this is a good seedling. A person who bravely challenges the business of Diyi Auction House and is not afraid of us making trouble for him must not let him die in the dojo. What's more, those things in Heaven are still there If we find him, the dojo will be even more dangerous."
"The Lingbao has been given to him. As long as he doesn't run into the heaven, nothing can hurt him." Gong Jiuqiong said.
"Why don't we go have a drink to celebrate?"
"OK!"
Mr. Ning drove the car and glanced at the gift placed on the passenger seat.
A tin frog that can jump on its own after being wound up, a toy played by children decades ago.
This is a spiritual treasure, a good thing that cannot be bought with money.
He only refused once and then accepted.
His subconscious was reminding him that if he didn't accept it, he would regret it for the rest of his life. Don't cry to ask for it back in the future.
For the next half month, nothing happened.
Jiu Motoko is very idle, but there is no shortage of events.
Brother Fake, finally got hard.
Jiu Motoko was very pleased to see that after transforming into the Explosive Superman, his whole body was shining brightly, as if he was wearing a bright leather tights, and he was poking his extremely hard fake brother with his hands.
Tianmi Xuantie has been fused very well by Pseudo-Brother, and now it is a spiritual creature that can be as soft as you want it to be, and as hard as you want it to be.
And its hardness is long-lasting, and it will definitely not be like the Explosive Superman in cartoons, which can only transform for three minutes before weakening and turning into a noob.
Fake brother, extremely hard.
Jiu Motoko held the kitchen knife in his hand and asked the fake brother to stand up. After injecting spiritual power, he stabbed and chopped at it, trying to test its hardness.
Perfect.
Then she broke off two finger-thick bamboos from the garden, took off the small branches on them, took one in each hand, and used her spiritual power to whip at the fake brother. When the bamboo sticks were swinging, she let out a cry. The sound of shouting.
It made a crackling sound when it was slapped on the fake brother, and the leaves of the peach tree shrank up. It was so scary.
But the fake brother raised his arms in a fitness pose and let Motoko Shuu slap him hard.
Every few minutes, it will change its movements. Sometimes it will show the front, and sometimes it will show the side, and sometimes it will show the back, so that the owner can take a good look at it to test whether there are any weaknesses or defects.
Jiu Motoko didn't do this during the day. No one was around to do this kind of activity at night, so it was more atmospheric.
There were indeed no aunties watching at night, but there were some in the landscape bushes.
The neighbor in gelcoat was looking here with a telescope from a distance, but suddenly he discovered that there was new activity in Villa No. 3, which had been silent for several days.
He immediately put on his clothes and ran over happily.
After quietly watching the crowd, he sat in the bushes, hugging his legs and shivering, not daring to escape for fear of disturbing the people inside.
What should I do if I misunderstand that he wants to join?
It's so cruel, it's not something that ordinary people can afford, and knives have been used!
Jiu Motoko was tired from the beating, and then he carefully checked the fake brother. There were no scratches at all. The effect of Tianmi Xuan Iron was really good.
She threw away the bamboo pole and said to the fake brother: "You did a good job. Okay, go clean up the yard. I'm going to rest."
"Wow! Master." The fake brother was praised and felt very happy because he became stronger.
It happily began to clean up the waste bamboo branches and leaves on the ground, cleaning up the yard that had been ruined by Jiu Motoko, and some of the lawns were damaged by her.
The neighbor in gelcoat finally emerged from the bushes. Seeing that he had been beaten for several hours and was not even allowed to treat his injuries. Now he had to clean the torture instruments, but he was extremely happy. He couldn't help but stretched out his hands and raised the big thumb.
The fake brother also saw him, this guy who imitated him inexplicably.
In his little mind, he didn't understand why dogs, children, and this guy all wanted to imitate him.
Do they all want to be spiritual creatures or spiritual pets for their masters?
So, with a kind heart, it waved to the other party with the bamboo pole and barked.
The man in gelcoat also barked twice and waved to the fake brother.
He wanted to have a good exchange with Brother Fake, who was simply the king among them, and wanted to learn his ability to endure hardships and not be afraid of fighting.
"Come in and sit down?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.
The man in gelcoat turned his head suddenly, and Jiu Yuanzi didn't know when he was already standing behind him.
He immediately wanted to escape, but Jiu Yuanzi used Yuanzi's net to trap him.
"I've been watching it for several days. I'm so interested that I came in and gave it a try." Jiu Yuanzi smiled at him.
