Jing Yingrong began his formal work at the Shark Tea Box.
Wang Zhengde took her with him for ten days. From the eleventh day, he let her stay alone on the first floor. Wang Zhengde himself went to the rest room on the third floor, occasionally using his consciousness to observe the situation on the first floor.
"Well, I want to buy pearls."
A male monk entered the store. He looked blankly at the reflection in the mirror, and then quickly looked away. His eyes wandered among the pearls in the room, as if he didn't know where to look.
Jing Yingrong asked: "Which one do you want to buy?"
"I don't know much...can you choose for me?"
The monk finally found a focus for his gaze. He stared at his toes, as if he was not buying pearls but shoes.
Jing Yingrong asked skillfully: "What are you buying for?"
"Refining weapons... ah no, refining pills."
"How many pills do you want?"
"Five is about the same."
"Are there any requirements on color and shape?"
"Any color or shape is fine, don't be too small. Also," the monk paused, his voice weakened, and he was a little shy, "try to make it as cheap as possible."
"good."
Jing Yingrong responded, then turned around to get the pearls from the shelf.
Hearing the noise, the monk dared to raise his head. He saw the room full of pearls shining brightly, but they were eclipsed by the gaze reflected in the mirror. Under that figure, no matter how beautiful the pearl is, it becomes a mere foil.
Jing Yingrong took the pearl and turned around. The monk hurriedly lowered his head.
Two frost-white hands appeared in his field of vision, each holding five pearls. The pearls in the left center are larger, and the pearls in the right center are smaller. They are all irregular shapes and different colors.
The color and appearance of these ten pearls are not good, but when they are held in the palms of the hands, reflected by the jade-carved skin, they seem to have a breathtaking brilliance.
"On the left is the No. 4 spiral bead, totaling six mid-grade spiritual stones; on the right is the No. 3 spiral bead, totaling four mid-grade spiritual stones. Are you satisfied?"
Jing Yingrong asked. Her attitude and tone were anything but enthusiastic, but it was obvious that the guest's attention was not on that.
The monk's eyes turned from left to right, and from right to left.
"Just...number four."
"Do I need to grind it?"
"No need." The monk replied subconsciously. He didn't react until the words came out, and he suddenly showed a look of regret.
"Well, wait a minute."
Jing Yingrong put the screw beads in her right hand back on the shelf, then put the five No. 4 screw beads into the brocade bag and handed it to the monk.
After putting the spirit stone away, she smiled faintly at the monk and said, "Thank you for your patronage."
The smile was as light as the clouds in the sky, even so, the monk was dumbfounded.
The monk left the shop in a hurry, almost falling on the steps when he went out.
Not far away, his companion saw him coming out. He came up to him and winked and smiled: "How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
The monk nodded silently.
"Hey, hey, don't be confused. Have you bought the pearl?"
The monk came to his senses and said, "I bought it."
He took out his brocade bag and poured out the pearls to show to his companions.
The companion was surprised: "A number four screw bead? Didn't you say that at most a number three is enough?"
The monk coughed twice and said hesitantly: "Well, I'm not, cough, what, alas..."
He hesitated for a long time and couldn't explain clearly, but his companion's expression became subtle, funny and full of understanding and sympathy: "Okay, needless to say, I understand, the beauty is just trying to save face, what's the big deal, I don't -"
The companion suddenly stopped talking and became sarcastic.
The monk was no longer embarrassed now, and looked happy to have found a close friend: "No wonder you said you have run out of spiritual stones. When you came to buy pearls before, you also exceeded your budget, right?"
The companion rolled his eyes: "Do you think I am you? I know exactly what kind of pearls I want to buy, and I tell them directly."
"Then where did your spiritual stone go?"
"Uh..." my companion rubbed his nose, "I've been here three times in a row and bought some every time, so..."
Monk: "..."
My companion changed the topic: "I have to buy pearls anyway. Let's come here to buy them from now on. The prices are about the same and they are pleasing to the eye... don't you think so?"
"yes!"
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When there are no customers in the store, Jing Yingrong sits behind the counter near the door and does some simple processing on pearls.
Shark Tears Box mainly sells bare pearls. In addition, it also sells basic processed pearl products, such as pearl powder and pearl jewelry. In the past, Wang Zhengde made these processed products casually, so the quantities were not large, and sometimes they were gone once they were sold out.
Wang Zhengde conveniently taught Jing Yingrong the processing skills, and Jing Yingrong seemed to be somewhat interested in it, so he tinkered with it himself when business was slack.
She placed a box of pearls on the counter, and based on the knowledge Wang Zhengde taught her, she selected pearls of the same type, color, and similar quality from the box and placed them in a mortar nearby.
The mortar and pestle were newly bought by Wang Zhengde two days ago. They were originally in the store, but they were damaged by Jing Yingrong - just like she broke Qin Xinyao's repair stone. She learned from experience, diluted her spiritual power and carefully controlled it, and finally she was able to use the tool smoothly.
The spiritual stones used to purchase new tools are deducted from her remuneration.
Jing Yingrong expressed no objection to this.
After selecting a suitable pearl, Jing Yingrong poured his spiritual power into the mortar and pestle, carefully crushed and ground the pearls. During the process, he also needed to wrap his spiritual power around the crushed pearls to prevent the spiritual energy in the pearls from leaking out. , and finally use your spiritual consciousness to sift through it to ensure that the powder is fine enough.
The ground pearl powder is put into a jade bottle with a narrow mouth and a round belly, and is plugged with a soft stopper engraved with runes. The bottle is labeled with the name and dosage, and it is completed.
Jing Yingrong concentrated on it. Even though she could easily use her spiritual power to crush the hardest pearl into dust in an instant, she still chose to use this method to complete things step by step.
She can also make pearl jewelry. Wang Zhengde has never studied it specifically, so he taught her the simplest styles, such as drilling a hole for the pearl and then stringing it together with a piece of silver spider silk or other silk. A string pearl bracelet, or a pearl pendant made by directly stringing a pearl on silk thread, is as simple as possible.
When pedestrians pass by the door of the Shark Tea Box, they will sometimes see a stunning woman sitting behind the counter. She lowered her head and lowered her eyes, with a calm and focused expression. She picked up the shiny pearls with her jade fingers and worked dexterously.
Pearls and beauties are like paintings. People can't help but look at them twice, and then use their peripheral vision to glance at the store plaque. Over time, I remembered the name of the store.
Unknowingly, the Shark Tea Box, a small shop that was originally not well-known, gradually became famous in Jingui City and became a topic of conversation for many monks, especially young monks.
