The so-called buying and selling, these two words have made it clear enough. It is nothing more than exchanging money for what you need, and there is also barter. Credit items do exist, but there is absolutely no way to make them a mainstream business.
Although Jinling City cannot be compared with those prosperous metropolises of later generations, it is still the capital of the Ming Dynasty. There are so many people here. If everyone comes here to buy things on credit, then the boss will not pay for it with his life?
Everything that appears in this world has meaning, such as this stall. Zhang Ren doesn't believe that the boss is deliberately losing money. There must be something fishy in it, or is the stall owner in front of him a charlatan?
Zhang Ren became interested and asked: "How about credit?"
The stall owner finally put down the book in his hand and explained: "Guests can choose whatever they want on the stall. I won't take any money from them. I only made a prediction. When my prediction comes true in the future, the customers will have to give three times the amount." Price."
Hearing this, Zhang Ren raised the corners of his mouth and cursed with a smile: "Profiteer! You are really a profiteer!"
Seeing Zhang Ren say this, many people gathered around to watch the excitement.
The stall owner smiled slightly and asked: "I am not stealing or robbing in my credit business. How can you say that I am a profiteer?"
Zhang Ren said: "You have a good plan. I want to borrow something from you, and then you predict that I will have to go to the toilet tomorrow. Then I will definitely not be able to hold it in tomorrow. What else can you say about such a prediction? If you pay a lot, the price of your goods will triple in one fell swoop. Do you think you are a profiteer?"
Hearing what Zhang Ren said, the people watching the excitement nodded one after another, and they all accused the stall owner of being a profiteer.
The stall owner was not angry, and still said with a smile: "If I were like this, wouldn't the government have arrested me earlier? My prediction would not be like this. Why don't you give it a try, little brother? If you are not satisfied, you can report it to the government. Just catch me."
With Zhang Ren's temperament, it was certainly impossible for him to see profiteers coming out to harm the people. He took out the Jinyiwei waist badge from his pocket and waved it, saying: "There is no need to report to the official. I will try it today. If you are really If you are a profiteer who really defrauds people of their money, then from now on you should go to Fusi Prison in Jinyiwei Town!"
It's inconvenient to have scissors and kitchen knives on your body, but Zhang Ren grabbed a small ornament on the stall and said, "That's it."
The stall owner nodded and said with a smile: "My little brother chooses the goods and prices them at one tael. If my prediction comes true, I should give you a reward of three taels."
The next moment, the stall owner's face became serious. He looked at Zhang Ren's face carefully, and then continued: "Within one month, the little brother will be in a bloody disaster. If no one comes to help, his life may be in danger."
Zhang Ren was stunned. He didn't expect the stall owner to make such a prediction. Could it be that the stall owner could tell fortunes? Zhang Ren has always not believed in astrology, divination, and fortune-telling. After all, these are too illusory. How can we, a descendant of the future, believe in these?
Zhang Ren looked at the stall owner suspiciously and said, "You didn't say that deliberately to avoid jail, right? If you are really sure, you will probably lose money."
The stall owner shook his head and said: "Let's just wait and see. Of course, if someone dies, the debt will be cancelled. If the little brother really loses his life within this month, then my business will really be considered a loss." ”
Zhang Ren's pupils shrank slightly, and he was thinking about what the stall owner's words meant. From the stall owner's words, Zhang Ren really had a bad premonition. Thinking about the previous assassination, could it be that this stall owner and the assassin There are relationships? Or is this stall owner the assassin himself? Although he was thinking this in his heart, Zhang Ren did not dare to express it, because Zhang Ren was convinced that the assassin's martial arts skills last time were definitely better than his own.
If I were to scare the snake now, I would have lost my life today if I had to use it within a month! It's better to get away quickly and go back to Jinyiwei to let people keep an eye on this stall owner.
Zhang Ren remained calm, nodded, and said, "I have one more question."
The stall owner said: "Little brother, please tell me."
Zhang Ren asked: "If what you said really comes true, how will you find me? How will you collect money from me?"
The stall owner said: "We credit card holders have our own methods. As long as it is fulfilled, we will go to collect the money."
Zhang Ren nodded, "Okay, then we've decided."
Just when Zhang Ren was about to leave, a commoner next to him timidly said: "Please stay here, sir."
Zhang Ren asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The common man nodded and said: "I saw that the kitchen knives on the stall were pretty good, and I wanted to borrow one, but I was afraid of being cheated. After all, the stall owner really said that I must go to the toilet tomorrow, and I couldn't hold back. I just I would like to ask you to help me bear witness. If this stall owner deliberately deceives people, I also want you to make the decision for us ordinary people."
Of course Zhang Ren is willing to do good things, and according to Zhang Ren's judgment, this so-called knife stall owner is either an assassin or a charlatan, and he is very happy to let such a person lose all his money.
Zhang Ren nodded and said to the people around him: "Today I have made the decision for everyone. You can take whatever you choose and get credit. If this stall owner dares to do any tricks, I will definitely let him go to the Jinyi Guard Prison."
With Zhang Ren's promise, the people around him became crazy one by one, and everyone came here to buy things on credit, as if these things were given away for free.
The stall owner also smiled slightly and began to make some predictions for these people.
Zhang Ren glanced sideways and said, "Just laugh. There will be times when you cry."
The stalls of the knife dealers were quickly sold out, and the stall owners gave their predictions one by one. Naturally, Zhang Ren didn't intend to stay any longer, but the stall owner stopped Zhang Ren: "Little brother, wait a moment."
Zhang Ren was quite vigilant and asked: "What? Is there anything else?"
The stall owner smiled and said: "My little brother is also my lucky star. Without my little brother, my business would not be so smooth. I just want to invite my little brother to join us as a credit card holder."
Zhang Ren shook his head and said, "Knife loaner? Not interested. Firstly, I don't want to deceive people, and secondly, I don't want to lose all the money."
These words almost pointed at the stall owner and called him a liar, but the stall owner didn't feel dissatisfied. He just shook his head and said: "It's a pity, it's such a pity. The eighty-eight sixty-four hexagrams, besides Gan, Apology, etc., there are countless hexagrams. The rest, no matter good or bad, all have life and death. The master of them is not fate, but the choice of man. Therefore, some people say that God will definitely win. This shows how important choice is. Although the little brother refused, he just got the knife on credit. But the door of human beings is always open for little brothers. Little brothers, remember, my name is Zhao Shannan, there is no telling whether we will meet again in the future."
While the two were talking, bursts of cheers came from the stall next to them.
Zhang Ren no longer paid attention to Zhao Shannan, but squeezed into the stall next to him.
