Lin Jialuo is a very good talker. He talks about people and ghosts.
Cheng Yan would not take his boring words to heart.
She asked clearly about the rules of setting up a stall in Fangshi, and then rented a stall from the deacon of Fangshi accompanied by Lin Jialuo. But it was not rented next to Lin Jialuo, but opposite the Duanqing stall.
"Junior sister Cheng, that location is very remote. If you are short of spirit stones, you can borrow them from your senior brother!"
"Really?" Cheng Yan asked cooperatively.
"Of course! As you know, the thing that senior brother is most in need of is spirit stones. I, Lin Jialuo, am also famous for being generous in the city. I charge the most fair interest and treat those who owe spirit stones the most kindly."
Cheng Yuan: Haha, I believe you!
A few days ago, she heard that a senior brother was stripped to the point where even his underwear was left.
Lin Jialuo walked around in a circle, showing his disgust for this place.
In his opinion, if you set up a stall in this corner, you are either poor or stupid, and you are not doing business sincerely at all.
Didn't you see that there are a bunch of big guys around?
Cheng Yuan used the Cleansing Technique and the open space in front of him became spotless.
"The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys. This place is very good."
Like other stall owners, she casually laid a clean cloth on the stall, picked up two pieces of wood, and started carving.
Lin Jialuo wondered: "Junior sister Cheng, what are you planning to sell?"
Lin Jialuo picked up her sign and took a look at it, and immediately frowned. The wrinkles between his eyebrows could kill a mosquito.
He wanted to speak but stopped, stopped but wanted to speak.
"Do you really have silver thread?"
Cheng Yuan's two signs, one said selling spirit animal meat, the other said selling silver wire.
Cheng Yan took one out of his storage bag and shook it: "Of course there is."
Lin Jialuo quickly took it, examined it carefully before commenting: "It's genuine. Junior sister Cheng, you are really good at getting such a good thing."
"I also got it by chance. Senior Brother Lin, do you think this thing is popular in the market?"
"There must be. As far as I know, someone in the sect's mission hall once purchased this silver thread at a high price, and finally sold it for a thousand spiritual stones."
A thousand spiritual stones!
Cheng Yan's eyes suddenly turned into the shape of spirit stones.
(͡°͜ʖ͡°)✧
However, Lin Jialuo paused.
"That person requested the Thousand Years Silver Thread, and the city of Compalo Square couldn't allocate it at the moment, so he sent the mission.
There are still only a few people buying this thing in our Xianqi City. Didn't you see that many shops have sold it to the bottom of the box? "
This is different from what Cheng Yan thought before.
Why is a hot-selling product so unsaleable?
"It's useless for them to buy it!" Lin Jialuo said.
Cheng Yan realized it.
Where is she? It’s a small frontier place in the West Pole.
The biggest use of silver wire is to refine silver wire.
The fine line of refining silver wire is quite a test of the weapon refining ability. Ordinary demon control masters would not dare to practice with this object.
This is the same as buying gold and silver jewelry and seeing a whole piece of gold and silver.
Want to buy? I would like to, but I don’t have the technology.
Cheng Yan couldn't help but sigh.
Thinking of the records in many ancient travel notes, in the early years of Tianchu, all walks of life were competing for excellence. High-end technical talents such as weapon refiners were like cabbage thrown in the ground. If you look for it, there will be a large group of them.
It's great now. You can't find many masters of weapon refining in any city.
Therefore, most people will go directly to the market to buy finished products instead of refining materials.
Seeing the disappointment on Cheng Yan's face, Lin Jialuo added: "But junior sister, don't worry, this silver thread is a good thing. As long as the news is released, there will always be weapon refiners who will come here."
Well, spreading the news means paying for spiritual stones.
Today's information in the mission hall is charged based on the geographical spread.
There are dozens to a hundred spiritual stones within the sect, and no less than two hundred spiritual stones in the city. As for traveling to the outer city or the entire West Pole, the price ranges from over a thousand spirit stones.
If she leaves the West Pole, that's great. Cheng Yuan's storage bag doesn't allow her to ask such questions.
Cheng Yan stared at the wooden sign and thought silently for a moment, then said: "What if it's "The Eagle Strikes the Sky"?"
Lin Jialuo hesitated, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he gave Cheng Yan a thumbs up.
"As expected of Junior Sister Cheng, you can think of such a method.
The spread of "Eagle Strikes the Sky" covers the entire Tianchu. If you spread the news here, if the news is valuable, they will give you spiritual stones. "
Yes, this is what Cheng Yan had in mind.
In this place where flowers and spirits are like running water, she has to learn to be careful with her budget.
"High, really high! Junior Sister Cheng, how do you have such a brain? You should have set up a stall early, that way you would have made a lot of money."
He glanced at the stall again. Could it be that there was something profound about setting up a stall in this corner?
Cheng Yuan coughed slightly, she was not very smart, she was just affected by the news bombardment of her era.
With that said, Lin Jialuo changed the topic: "I have the contact person of "Eagle Strikes the Sky" in our Xianqimen. If you need it, I will sell you this transmission note."
This time Cheng Yuan paid the spirit stone very readily.
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the next day;
Cheng Yuan sat in Fangshi for a day. Except for Lin Jialuo who sat with her for a while at first, no one paid attention to her stall within a day.
There are so many things like spirit animal meat in the market. They spread it out at the stalls for people to choose from. Unlike Cheng Yuan, who lost a brand and didn't even bring a piece of meat.
As for silver wire, sorry, poverty limits their consumption.
Cheng Yan is not in a hurry. She has already sent a transmission note to the contact person of "Eagle Strikes the Sky" and will send someone today.
In Fangshi, she was not idle either, going back and forth with Lingfucao in the open space behind.
People passing by gave him strange looks.
You know, these days, demon control masters rarely fight against their own demons. In their view, demons are only worthy of fighting against demons.
The demon master is the master. How can the master lower his status to fight like a demon?
Soon, passers-by came to the conclusion that there was something wrong with this person, and everyone stayed away from him.
(〟-_・)ﾝ?
In the dead of night, a man wrapped in black robe stood in front of Cheng Yuan's stall.
"Did you use the teleportation talisman?"
"Hey, you're here."
Cheng Yan yawned again and again. If it weren't for waiting for someone, she would have gone back long ago.
As for this man, his head and face were covered by a black robe and cloak, only part of his chin was exposed. Even a mole on his chin vaguely revealed the word 'mysterious'.
He said 'hmm', his voice was very deep, and when he was about to speak, a head suddenly appeared from under his cloak.
It was... quite sudden.
The two of them looked at each other in confusion.
Cheng Yan straightened up again.
"It is indeed you, Senior Brother Qiu!"
Qiu Feng didn't expect Cheng Yuan to expose him in this way. This was the most classic mysterious person's costume he could think of.
Did you lose your vest in such a minute?
Next time, next time he must wear a mask!
Qiu Feng opened his black cloak without any sense of experience.
"Junior sister Cheng, don't do this next time. If you have a bad temper, you will be in danger."
Cheng Yan nodded. She recognized Qiu Feng from when he came here, probably because of the black mole on his chin.
Well, it's big, hairy, and very personal.
