After bidding farewell to Ding Liu, Chen Ping continued to walk around the entire city and had a clearer idea of the environment and layout of the entire city.
I thought about it in my mind:
'If you encounter danger, which road should you take to evacuate quickly? '
'If you encounter a calamity, which area is the easiest to go to and lose some tails. '
'Which alley is the most secluded. '
'...'
After sorting out these problems, Chen Ping started selling talisman skins.
He first found a deserted corner and performed a set of 'Bone Reshaping Technique' on himself to ensure that he didn't recognize himself before returning to the street where he set up a stall.
The intersection with the best traffic volume has already been occupied by people. Chen Ping only found a location with relatively good passenger flow.
'It seems that next time we set up a stall, we have to come earlier. '
After Chen Ping chose a location, he spread a layer of animal skins on the ground and briefly shook hands with the cargo owners on both sides as a greeting.
Then I put the talisman skins on, and after thinking about it, to be on the safe side, I only put out 16 pieces.
Selling in batches will be much safer this way.
Then wait for the business to come.
"Fellow Taoist, how do you sell this talisman skin?" Before long, a white-haired monk squatted in front of the stall.
Chen Ping's inner joy almost appeared on his face.
This is his first time selling.
It was also the first time that a monk came to inquire about the price.
...The first time is always exciting.
Chen Ping calmed down his emotions and said calmly:
"8 low-grade spiritual stones for 1, no gold or silver required."
"Only 8? Isn't this... too expensive for you? How can there be such expensive talisman skins?" The white-haired monk was very dissatisfied, got up and left.
Chen Ping felt disappointed, but he did not hold back at all.
He has some confidence in his talisman.
Before setting up a stall, he did not just wander around the market, but inquired about the selling prices of other stall owners' talisman skins.
Most of them are concentrated in 9-13 pictures of 1 spirit stone.
Although Chen Ping's talisman skins are produced in the process of liver proficiency, they are all carefully selected and high-quality products, and his talisman skin proficiency level is 'Fu Skin (Mastery): 1/1000'.
Master Qi may not be able to match this level of 'proficiency'.
Chen Ping carefully looked at the talisman skins of other stall owners, and found that the quality was quite different from his.
You must know that the quality of the talisman skin is directly related to the success rate of drawing the talisman. This is a very important raw material.
Good stuff, no need to sell it at a reduced price.
After a while, another monk came over.
"Fellow Taoist, how do you sell this talisman skin?... Hey, it's thin but not soft. The medicine is soaked in and the craftsmanship is of the best quality. Taoist friend, it's not simple." The monk praised.
Chen Ping picked up a piece of skin:
"Fellow Taoist has a good eye. This is something I got from a master. The thickness, uniformity, and hardness are just right. How about it? Do you want to buy it, Taoist friend? 1 low-grade spiritual stone, 8 pieces, that's all."
The monk looked like he was like this, nodded, and shook his head: "The talisman skin is a good talisman skin, but it is a bit expensive. This monk can't draw high-end talisman for the time being. It's a pity, it's a pity."
Chen Ping:......
...I won’t buy your nonsense.
"..."
I set up a stall like this all morning and received many monks, but they all lamented that it was too expensive.
In the eyes of these monks, good talisman skins are matched with high-end talismans, and they cannot draw high-end talisman talismans for the time being.
So at the end of the morning, not a single talisman skin was sold.
This made Chen Ping doubt his life.
He was originally extremely confident, but now he had to wonder if the price he had set was a bit outrageous?
Otherwise, lower it a little?
Just when he was thinking about whether to lower the price, another young monk came to the stall. The man glanced at Chen Ping's talisman casually, and then squatted down.
Seeing this person's attitude, Chen Ping originally had no hope.
Unexpectedly, after seeing the talisman skin, the young monk's eyes sparkled and he was suddenly attracted.
"I've been wandering around all morning, but I thought I gained nothing. I never thought I would see the talisman skin I wanted here." The young monk couldn't help but muttered with joy.
He raised his head and said happily:
"Fellow Taoist, how much does this talisman cost?"
"Eight spiritual stones for one, no gold or silver without bargaining." Chen Ping is familiar with this sentence and has answered this sentence countless times.
"Is that all there is? Is there anything else?" the young monk asked again.
Um?
Chen Ping was stunned for a moment.
Do you want to buy this?
Chen Ping couldn't help but take a look at the young monk in front of him. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with red lips and white teeth. He looked more like a scholar than a monk.
To be on the safe side, Chen Ping still replied:
"That's it, sixteen in total, gone."
"It's a good product, but you have too little..." The young monk looked regretful and shook his head: "I want these sixteen, two low-grade spiritual stones, right? Here they are."
Bought?
Chen Ping took the spirit stone and couldn't help but feel happy.
This is the first time in two months that he has made money by selling goods.
Although it was just two spirit stones, it represented a stable source of income, which was completely different from the previous temporary help selling meat.
He looked up and felt that the young monks in front of him had become extremely handsome.
After the young monk left, he wiped the shiny spiritual stone, and then quietly put it into his lined pocket, as if he was carrying a hundred million.
Full of excitement!
After the first sale.
Then sell the second one.
Chen Ping once again found a hidden corner, changed his face, and reappeared in Fangshi.
They changed stalls and started selling talisman skins in the same way.
This time I laid out 24 pictures.
It was still deserted at first.
In other words, more people ask and fewer people buy.
"How do you sell this talisman?" came a familiar voice.
Chen Ping was stunned for a moment and looked up.
This is not…
…Is that the young monk just now?
He hasn't left yet.
Chen Ping changed his tone and said impatiently:
"7 pieces of 1 low-grade spirit stone. No counter-offer. Do you want it? Oh, if you want it, buy it. If you don't buy it, don't touch it. If you touch it, you will pay for it. Who are you?"
He deliberately quoted a different price and changed his character to be as different from his previous self as possible.
The young monk's eyes were originally shining, but he could not help but frown at this moment, but he did not put down the talisman in his hand:
"You, a monk, can't talk properly? Why did you touch it and break it? As long as the talisman skin is good, you will buy it. How many do you have in total?"
It was Chen Ping's turn to be confused.
Not counter-offer?
Can you buy 1 piece and only 7 pieces?
"There are 21 pieces in total, 3 spirit stones, do you want them?" Chen Ping said in surprise, and while the young monk was inspecting the talisman in his hand, he quietly took away three pieces.
He originally laid out 24 pictures.
"...I want them all. If it weren't for the excellent quality of your talisman skin, I really wouldn't buy it from you. Really, how can anyone sell goods like this?" The young monk paid for the goods and left angrily.
Chen Ping was calm inside.
What you want is different effects.
The pressure of this young monk is not strong. After observing him closely, he feels that he is not the kind of high-level monk who has regained his breath. He should not have the ability to make high-end talismans.
Logically speaking, one would not buy high-end talisman skins regardless of the cost.
There are 7 pieces of 1 spirit stone, no price.
Not even a frown.
The casual cultivators in the East District should not have such generous spending habits, and I have never seen such a number one person in the West District.
Strange monks have to be on guard.
After Chen Ping experienced being intercepted and killed by a gang of bearded butchers, he realized that not only property was easily targeted, but also valuable skills.
Isn't that what he is now proficient in making talisman?
Every step of the way makes you wiser, and you have to be more discerning.
After watching the young monk walk away and changing his face, Chen Ping changed his position in the opposite direction this time and started setting up his stall again.
Put out all the last 25 talisman skins.
After selling it for a long time, sending several monks away, finally a buyer came.
8 pieces of 1 spirit stone were sold.
Half an hour later, 8 tickets were sold again.
When there were only the last 9 pictures left, the original young monk came back.
Chen Ping:......
After some exchanges, I tentatively asked about the other party's situation, but the other party obviously didn't want to talk more.
Chen Ping didn't ask any more questions.
There is no one among the monks who hangs out in this city who is not wearing a visible or invisible mask. It is useless to ask.
Just quoted a price:
"Originally, there are eight pieces of one spirit stone, but this is the last one. If you want to buy it, the last one will be given to you."
The young monk paused and said:
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, you are so generous. To be honest, fellow Taoist, I bought a talisman from another fellow Taoist just now. That fellow was really... very angry with me. I bought the talisman well, but he What kind of temper is that he won’t be touched? Fellow Taoist, how do you think that makes sense? Really, the more I think about it, the angrier I get, so I can’t find him now, otherwise I have to beat him up.”
Chen Ping: .....
you...
...is also quite vindictive.
It's been so long and you still want to beat me up.
Chen Pingping echoed two sentences without changing his expression.
He even helped scold me for a while.
...That Taoist friend just now had a bad temper. It has nothing to do with me, Chen Ping.
"I won't let you lose. I'll pay 15 taels of gold for the extra talisman. Isn't this a loss to you?" The young monk was polite.
"Fellow Taoist, you are kind." Chen Ping clasped his hands.
Such people are rare, at least in this city.
Completely a man who is not short of money.
After handing over the money and goods, Chen Ping began to close the stall, and today's selling task officially came to an end.
Diagonally opposite his booth, a lively 'teaching' conversation was taking place.
...
"Did you see it? This is the target."
