The Nine Hell Gate is considered a waste, but it can be sold to Mr. Ning. This is why Jiu Yuanzi wants to make friends with many people.
If there is no light in the east or light in the west, there will always be people selling things for you.
It was impossible to set up a stall. She didn't have the free time to sell things and couldn't socialize.
Jiu Yuanzi took out the heaven-level magic weapon of the guiding lamp and placed it on the table. "Gong Dong, take a look at this thing. How about putting it up for auction here?"
Gong Jiuqiong took a look and asked curiously: "I really want to know where you got so many messy, tasteless and poisonous things."
"This one is used to commit suicide. I don't know what will happen. Although it is of high grade, no one would dare to use it."
He estimated the price and said, "The starting price is 100,000. If you sell it a little lower, you might be able to buy it to show off your face. Some people like to collect this kind of things, so they just make do with it and sell it to show their diversification."
Jiu Yuanzi looked at him carefully and felt that he was not in an auction house, but in a shady pawn shop.
Are there still such dark businesses in modern society?
"I won't sell it. I'll light the lamp myself and play with it." Every good thing turned into garbage that no one wanted. Jiu Motoko angrily put away the lamp.
Finally, she took out the Prince Ping Ping doll from the backpack behind her and threw it directly on the table. "This is the head office. Mr. Gong, please open a teleportation and send it back to the underworld."
Gong Jiuqiong picked up the King Ping Ping doll with some surprise and looked it over, "You actually got this thing, which surprises me."
Hearing what he said, Jiu Motoko became interested and asked, "How much would it be worth if it were auctioned?"
"The starting bid is 50,000 yuan. If you have customers who like to collect dolls, they may spend tens or millions to take them back and keep them." Gong Jiuqiong said.
"..." Jiu Yuanzi rolled his eyes in his heart, mainly because he didn't dare to show it to him in person.
"Then I'd better send it back to the underworld, because these were his last words before he died." She muttered.
Gong Jiuqiong returned the doll to her, "Well, it's better to send it back to the underworld. Here it is for you."
Jiu Yuanzi frowned, "No, Mr. Gong, you have to enable teleportation. If you don't enable it, how can I send it there? How can you just give it to me?"
"I'm very expensive, but you have to think about it. Even if you work for me for a hundred years, you will still owe me a lot." Gong Jiuqiong asked seriously.
It looks like if you really want me to take action, if I do you will sell it here.
Jiu Motoko also responded with an eye for an eye, looking at him as if you can't do anything here, why should you open a shop, close the shop and go home to fish.
It's okay not to say it with your mouth, but to express it in your eyes.
Gong Jiuqiong doesn't want to work, and there are many hard-working people in this world who can share their share of the work.
He took a sip of tea and said, "If you are not very familiar with Ning Zhi, you can just go find him."
Jiu Yuanzi tilted his head, showing a puzzled expression.
Mr. Ning has opened a company to sell spiritual objects, but what does it have to do with going to the underworld? Could he still be able to open up the world of Yin and Yang?
"The business he is doing has something to do with the underworld. He sells the spiritual objects in the mortal world to the underworld, and then brings in the ghost objects from there and sells them to monks who practice this kind of technique." Gong Jiuqiong said.
"Because the type of goods is a bit sensitive, I filed a record with the Alien Bureau. I heard about it from there. If you want to send the doll back to the underworld, it is most convenient to contact him." He did not feel any shame at all about inquiring into other people's privacy. Said very casually.
Jiu Yuanzi was shocked. Mr. Ning did business with the underworld. When did it happen?
"How did he do it!" She stood up and asked in disbelief. After all, we all went to the underworld together last time.
How come he was the only one who came with six people and did these tricks?
Obviously everyone is a demon, but his demon content is smaller, so there can be such a big difference?
Seeing that her performance was similar to that of the four stupid ferocious beasts, Gong Jiuqiong smiled and said, "There are individual differences."
Well, people have different fates, and Motoko Shu is doing the business, and she has no interest in it.
Thinking of this, she put away the King Ping Ping doll and said, "Then give me a spirit guide for the next dojo, and you still owe me a piece."
Gong Jiuqiong looked at her carefully, "Not now, it's not done yet."
"..." I'm afraid this business can't continue, so we should close it.
Jiu Yuanzi walked out of Diyi Auction House indignantly, holding two boxes of tea in his hands as an apology from Diyi Auction House.
Ordinary tea leaves with a little bit of insignificant spiritual energy are not a waste of time.
I will sell it to Mr. Ning later.
She sent a text message to Mr. Ning, saying that she had two spiritual weapons to sell to him. They were too precious, so she wanted him to see them in person and make a final decision.
The King of Pingding dolls have no grades, but this is King of Pingping, the kind who has last words to return to his roots.
If you take it back to the underworld, you will definitely receive a huge thank you from the underworld, not to mention if King Ping Ping still has relatives in the underworld.
Only a knowledgeable person like Mr. Ning can see the value of such a good thing as the Nine Hell Gate.
If the employees were asked to come over to handle it, they would definitely run away immediately. They would not dare to offer a price and take it back for fear of being fired by the boss.
And if the boss comes to check it out in person, and if he shows some kindness, it should be fine.
The two of them got on the fake brother's plane back, and Mr. Ning replied. He was inspecting the project on the island and would not be back until tomorrow morning.
What a coincidence. Jiu Motoko immediately said that he was also going to the island and would meet there.
Putting away his mobile phone, Jiu Yuanzi said to Xiao Wanfa, who had said a few words at the beginning of the whole process and had not spoken again since then, and said: "Wanfa, why didn't you say anything during the whole journey? Is there anything on your mind?"
"No, it's enough for me to just watch you talk. Yuanzi looks very powerful and is very comfortable when talking about business." Xiao Wanfa said with a smile.
Really?
Why don't I feel happy after listening to it?
Jiu Motoko accepted his white lie, and felt that the reason why Wan Fa didn't speak was because he didn't know what to say.
He may have never gone to the boss to buy something face to face, let alone bargaining.
The fake brother drove directly to the beach. Just when he wanted to turn it into a yacht, Xiao Wanfa took out the yacht that Jiu Yuanzi had seen for the first time from the mysterious book.
"Wait a minute, Wanfa, your ship is too conspicuous, I'm afraid it will be recognized at a glance." Jiu Yuanzi quickly stopped him.
"Let the fake brother change it, now it is strong."
Xiao Wanfa was still holding two palm-long yachts that looked like small models in his hands, and he was stunned.
Usually he would come out quietly with a different face, mainly when he had serious things to do, and he would go back after the things were done.
There is no discomfort when I change my face for a while, and I feel like I am walking at night in brocade clothes, and no one else knows who I am.
Now that I go out to play, the feeling is different.
Especially Jiu Yuanzi's caring expression, fearing that he would be discovered by others and that he would not be able to communicate well when he got home, made Xiao Wanfa feel like a cowardly, ridiculous waste.
A child who is worried about being discovered by his family even when he goes out to play?
Jiu Motoko went to the beach to direct the fake brother to transform into a yacht, and he wanted to choose a style that he was satisfied with.
Xiao Wanfa held Yacht's hand and tightened it a little.
Suddenly, Xuan Shu jumped out, turned the page quickly, and stopped on one page.
Xiao Wanfa turned his head to the other side, and Xuan Huan quickly flew to his face, just to show him the content.
He knew what was written on it without reading it.
Xiao Wanfa was silent for a while, threw the yacht back into the book, put away the mysterious book, and then walked towards Jiu Yuanzi with a smile, "Brother Fake is really good, he can change the styles of so many yachts."
"Of course, I let it swallow all the yachts at the pier, big and small. If I have a chance in the future, I will swallow a big cruise ship." Jiu Motoko said proudly.
"Get on the boat, this is it."
Xiao Wanfa looked up and saw a yacht that was very similar to his own, with just some minor differences.
What a considerate person.
