Several players came in front of Yin Hutou.
He raised his head, and a burst of laughter came from under the silver pot:
"Welcome, warriors from other places, would you like two jars? It only costs ten gold pounds each, absolutely worth the money!"
"Then bring me two jars, here are twenty gold pounds."
The player who came to open the can handed over a small bag of gold coins, and then rubbed his hands expectantly.
"Should you choose it yourself, or should I help you?"
Chen Lun smiled, stretched out his hand to indicate, then hugged his elbows and looked at the other party with interest.
"Um……"
The player hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath.
"I will do it myself!"
He immediately ordered a large jar on the far left and a small jar on the far right.
Chen Lun handed the other party a small gavel.
"please."
"You must bring me something strange! Even extraordinary knowledge!"
The player chanted, then took the mallet and smashed the two jars hard.
Bang! Bang!
A small blade fell out of the first large jar, and a mechanical glove fell out of the other jar.
"Oh my god! I'm losing blood!"
The player's gavel hand was shaking, and he started wailing on the spot.
He bent down reluctantly and picked up the two things, and suddenly his whole body was shaken.
"Tricky...tricky thing?!"
The player groaned, holding up the blade in his hand to show off to his friends around him.
After one of the companions took it, he looked at it with a strange expression on his face.
"[D-level monster-Happy Blade]? It can cause double damage to the weak points of male creatures, and has a high probability of causing a 'herb picking' effect. It can cut off the biological tissue in its weak points and automatically turn it into medicinal materials... The price is, ahem, the price is a bit expensive, who dares to use it?"
"It's hard to think about it, just give it to female players. It's like paying for whoring in vain."
"Damn! You are so smart!"
This group of players left happily, and then another group came.
And more and more players recognize "Silver Pot Knight Fulun", and they even have the tendency to make friends with him. Chen Lun was so happy that he slowly took out two new jars from the blood poem ring and added them to the carpet.
"Come, come, make money with money! Choose one and have a look, there will definitely be no free time!"
Chen Lun started hawking again.
The people who interacted with him this time were players from the Lost Name Guild, a group of five people. The leader looked at the jar on the ground, then squatted down, looked directly at Chen Lun, and said with a smile:
"Knight Fren, did you jars go to college?"
"..."
Chen Lun stared at this guy twice, then casually pulled out a weed under the street lamp and played with it in his hand.
"Is this jar a male or a female? If it's a female, I'll buy it."
The player picked up a jar and chuckled.
Chen Lun ignored him, thought about it in his mind, and figured out what this guy was doing... he was probably making some boring videos, and then posting them on game forums to deceive traffic.
By then the title will probably be something like "In three sentences, I asked the Knight of Silver Pots to knock fifty pots for me".
"If I buy this jar and wear it on my head, will it make me as strong as you?"
The player was reluctant and continued to ask with a playful smile.
Chen Lun looked at more and more players gathering and felt that this guy was a bit disturbing his business, so he leaned forward, stretched out his hand and flicked his head.
"Naughty."
Peng!
This player didn't even make a sound, and turned into a white light and disappeared.
His companions from the Lost Name Guild were so frightened that they took two steps back. No one expected that this NPC would directly kill people instantly.
“Don’t miss it if you’re passing by! They sell cans!”
Chen Lun took the jar that fell from mid-air and continued shouting as if nothing had happened.
The guys in front of them were immediately pushed and pushed aside by the players behind them.
"Mr. Fulan! I...we are your admirers! Please bring us ten jars, which you can choose personally!"
Several female players from Little Silver Fox finally squeezed in front of him and said slightly nervously.
Chen Lun looked up at them, a little surprised.
He quickly remembered that when he was promoted to magician before, it seemed to have changed the historical direction of a player. The "Little Wild Chrysanthemum" that was supposed to appear turned into a "Little Silver Fox".
That president, Qingtian Xiaoyu, had no reputation in his previous life, but now he is known to many players, and a large part of the reason is himself.
"No problem at all."
Chen Lun smiled warmly, and then picked out ten jars seemingly at random.
In fact, most of these jars contain strange objects.
After all, they are a fan group that admires them, and it is just a matter of convenience to give them a little care.
"Thanks!"
The female fan of the little silver fox took the gavel and knocked open the jars one by one. Her companion put the things away and screamed with excitement.
"Ah - five weird things! We are rich!"
Several little girls were chattering happily while holding the objects in their hands.
The surrounding players couldn't help but take a breath of air-conditioning. This shipment rate is too high!
No, it makes people want to take a shot now!
"Thank you! Mr. Flan!"
The girls quickly expressed their gratitude.
"Why are you thanking me? You are so lucky."
Chen Lun chuckled and waved his hand.
These girls did not forget to take pictures. When Chen Lun was "not paying attention", they took several pictures in a row, and then left with satisfaction.
As soon as the players at the back saw them leaving, they immediately rushed up and started shouting at each other to open the can.
Chen Lun was noncommittal and happily traded with them.
A few hours later.
On the carpet in front of him, the cans were sold out. Chen Lun also patted his butt and stood up, rolled up the blanket and left directly.
The players who were still gathered here were dumbfounded.
"Knight Fren, why are you leaving?!"
"Don't go, Knight Fren! We haven't opened the can yet!"
"Let me open five more, please, no, open one, just one!"
The players cried for their fathers and mothers, but Chen Lun turned a deaf ear and just waved his hand.
"Today's jars are sold out, please come again next time."
"When is the next time?"
"have no idea."
Chen Lun stopped and shrugged.
"Let it go...ah haha, all brave warriors from other places, I wish you a fortune."
After saying that, he took a step forward and disappeared directly.
Those players who are not yet addicted to gambling and those who are addicted to gambling are left in a mess.
Chen Lun appeared from the other side of the commercial street, took off his disguise, then strode back wearing a black hat and holding a silver cane.
He was in a good mood and whistling.
A total of more than 400 jars were sold today, clearing out all the backlog of "waste" items.
Judging from the ten to one shipment rate, he is already very conscientious.
The turnover is more than 4,000 gold pounds, which can be said to be a full harvest. I don’t know whether it is a loss or not. Anyway, it is all a profit.
'With more than 60,000 gold pounds, it's time to go to the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce to place another order and purchase more extraordinary materials and mysterious books. '
Chen Lun thought to himself.
As he passed a main street, he suddenly noticed that the walls on the street were covered with brand-new advertising posters and some huge banners.
"Jack's Circus! Come to the 'City Garden' Grand Theater! Enjoy your customized excitement!"
"An unprecedented performance! It will make your jaw drop! It will be at 10 am on November 1st, so stay tuned!"
"The greatest magic show is at the City Garden Theater!"
Chen Lun looked at these exaggerated slogans and the exquisite pictures on them, and couldn't help but smile and shake his head.
'Huo Yin'er is willing to spend money. This kind of large-scale publicity and momentum will cost a lot of money...'
He also spotted several men standing on the street handing out flyers. They were wearing overalls and berets, looking capable.
These salesmen are still shouting:
"Come and see, next weekend at the City Garden Grand Theater, you only need ten silver tickets to watch an unprecedented and wonderful show!"
"If you hold the limited numbered card at the end of the flyer, you can get one silver baron off!"
Chen Lun passed by these salesmen and took a leaflet.
But what made him frown a little was that the words used above seemed too exaggerated, and even seemed to be deliberately inciting hatred.
For example, the performances at Tartar and the Grand Theater of Golden Rum were a piece of shit compared to this. A certain aristocratic lady did not hesitate to have a big quarrel with her husband just to watch this show. A certain president had a dispute with the boss of another company over buying tickets, etc.
At this time, another shout came from behind:
"Viscount Harrington will be full of praise for the magic show after seeing it! General Manager of Moses Voyage even spent a lot of money to buy first-class seats just to watch the magic show up close! Aren't you curious?"
Chen Lun stopped, his eyes lowered and his brows furrowed.
If the leaflet in his hand was just overly exaggerated, it would be acceptable, but the words of the salesman behind him were obviously problematic.
Involving the two most powerful people in the city, it looks like it was intentional.
He said silently:
"Those who promote the City Garden Theater have bad intentions."
With a flick of his hand, a big king appeared between his fingers, giving a positive omen.
He suddenly raised his eyebrows.
After a while.
A salesman shouted that his mouth was dry and he said goodbye to his companion temporarily, saying that he would go to the grocery store to buy a bottle of soda water. While passing by a small alley, he suddenly heard a small whistle.
Then the salesman stopped and walked into the alley with a dazed expression.
After a while.
He walked out again, looking a little puzzled, and left straight away.
Chen Lun stood in the darkness of the alley, thinking about the news he had just received from the hypnotized salesman.
'It turns out that it was Huo Yin'er's two brothers who were deliberately behind the scenes. Was it because of the internal struggle in the business family...? '
He shook his head, bored.
'Make the performance known to everyone, and even deliberately involve the Harrington family and Moses' voyage... praise the performance, and then bribe the other performing groups, manipulate the stage and props, and make everything that Huo Yin'er has painstakingly prepared become a success What a joke, never recovered from the fall? '
Chen Lun grinned.
"I'm so sorry, but I can't let you ruin my business."
