Hu Qing went to line up. Yun Zhong took a look at the progress of the team and immediately gave up and wanted to go shopping by himself. Hu Qing told him not to cause trouble and let him go.
Qidu, she wanted to visit and study well, but she couldn't be kicked out just after she arrived.
A bucket of dregs sells for a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, which doesn't sound much cheaper than a basket of 100 medium-grade spiritual stones. After all, defective products are also finished products. but! The bucket here is not a bucket weighing grain, but a bucket the size of a car, a trailer.
Hu Qing originally thought that since she was an outsider, people might not be willing to sell it to her. Unexpectedly, it was her turn, and no one even looked at her. They paid her with one hand and delivered the goods with the other. Very happy.
The only unpleasant thing is that you can't choose, just take the one pointed out to you.
Hu Qing handed over a dou of money and ran over to get a blank ring to put away the dregs. Dou is not for sale.
Then go out quickly without affecting other people's business.
Hu Qing went out and stood against the wall, putting his consciousness into the ring to carefully examine the remains of the utensils. There are many varieties, but most of them are useless. Of course, whether this one is useful or not all depends on the craftsmanship. She has the skills, the patience and the consciousness to sort them out. Excluding those that have been overheated and become useless, about half of them are usable. This half is screened out and re-refined, made into utensils and sold, and the profit increases more than ten times.
Of course, it also depends on the craftsmanship.
Hu Qing groaned. She can refine it because she has confidence in her own consciousness. She can refine her consciousness to an invisible level. Each strand of her consciousness is an eye and a hand, equivalent to countless miniature labor forces. It is not difficult to pick out a bucket of dregs. Moreover, such meticulous work will help her train her spiritual consciousness and practice the Spring God Art.
But, how do others deal with it?
Just like her, does she use her spiritual consciousness, or does she have a craft secret, or - a useful tool?
The "refining furnace" I heard someone talking about before seems to be a clue.
Thinking of this, Hu Qing simply struck out with his sword. See which one buys more crap. Hey, big customer, you go hand in hand with the scumbag and order dozens of buckets at once and still make a reservation. There is definitely a way.
He followed him forward, and when the man looked back cautiously, he smiled attentively: "Brother, have any of our scumbag's weapons been eliminated?"
The man didn't speak, his sharp gaze swept back and forth on her body.
Hu Qing continued to smile apologetically: "Brother, you are a serious businessman. We are not rich, and the ones we have eliminated are all good things that we cannot find."
She rubbed her hands nervously: "Just think of it as a good deed and point out a clear path."
The man looked relaxed: "Where did it come from?"
Hu Qing followed the convoy through many realms and casually mentioned the Zaochi realm.
The man thought hard and then came up with: "There is nothing in Zaochi world, no wonder you look so shabby."
Hu Qing rubbed his hands together.
In that person's mind, the best profession is to be a weapon master. Born in Qidu, he stood taller than countless people from the moment he was born. It is normal for him that outsiders ask for help. Even if he is just a scrap collector, he is still superior to the weapon master from outside.
It's not like I'm inquiring about anything important, so I can't lose my Qidu style.
He told her generously: "You don't need to scrap that kind of big stove, no one will throw it away. If you really want to buy it, go to the scrap market. I don't know if someone has given up and threw it there."
He kindly showed her the way.
Hu Qing thanked me profusely and murmured: "Who wouldn't want to work in such a good industry?"
The man smiled proudly: "It's a step up. Let me tell you, after this competition is over, my brother and I will have to move up a level."
After saying that, a thought came to his mind: "If you haven't left at that time and still want to buy an old stove, just come to me. I'm easy to find. At this time, I will always come every other day."
Hu Qing remembered it and thanked him again and again.
I went to the location mentioned by the man. The storefront was small and there was a sign hanging next to it that read: Guangcai Shop.
I stared at the brand a few times. The name is so down-to-earth.
When I walked inside, I saw that the boss, who looked over fifty years old, was as lazy and indifferent as an old cat.
Hu Qing said he was looking at the stove. Boss Cat's mouth sank again. He took an iron sign from the iron bucket in front of him and threw it to Hu Qing.
"Pick later."
Hu Qing held the iron plate and turned back along the small door with half curtain. Suddenly, his eyes opened up. It was clearly a large field with a transparent canopy covering the sky.
The little girl in shorts and trousers ran over, carrying a basket in her hand with a sign tied to the colorful god.
"Hello, sister. I'll show you the goods."
Hu Qing smiled at her and followed the little girl's footsteps towards the displayed equipment.
Stoves were the most popular ones, and there were many that she had never seen before. The little girl introduced them to her quickly and clearly with a crisp voice.
They are all professional equipment. From the very beginning of the ore screening, there are special instruments to grade the ore. Next, it is divided into primary processing, secondary processing, separation of associated ores, preliminary purification, and deep refining until it is processed into qualified pure materials.
Hu Qing kept nodding. It was obvious that these were fairyland version of assembly line machines for the industrialization of weapon refining.
She doesn't need it. Only if the demand for labor is huge and labor costs account for too much, is it worth switching to the assembly line. This shows that Qu Huanjie’s Qi is truly the industry leader.
The little girl didn't think she was poor in clothes, but she thought she couldn't afford them so she didn't introduce them. If this is not a good salesperson, then it is the raw melon and egg that has just arrived. It is still the kind of solid-minded person who introduces everything to customers.
After introducing seventy or eighty kinds of machines, the little girl felt her mouth was dry.
I just handed over a tube of the sugar water I bought earlier.
The little girl hesitated.
Hu chuckled and said, "Drink it. Make sure it's not poisoned."
The little girl smiled sheepishly, took it, opened it carefully, and drank slowly.
Hu Qing stood and looked around for several times, waiting for her to finish drinking and asked: "Is there a furnace for separating the purifier slag?"
The little girl said, "Yes."
Take her there.
Hu Qing said: "You can take me directly to see the cheapest one, as long as it can still be used. Tell me the price, and I can buy it together."
The little girl thought for a while: "The cheapest one has six hundred and fifty mid-grade spiritual crystals, but I heard from the boss that that one can't be used ten times. It's just for tricking outsiders."
Hu Qing: "Okay. I want it. Please help me apply for a real price. Is there anything else with a similar price? I can get another one."
Finally, I ordered a waste slag furnace and a gravel furnace.
One thousand one hundred medium-grade spiritual crystals bought two pieces of crappy equipment that could expire at any time.
They are both large, and fortunately there is storage space to save a shipping fee.
After Hu Qing came out, he went back to the flea market and bought some odds and ends. Call the cloud.
After wandering around in the clouds, it was almost dark when the two of them returned.
Miss Qin didn't look for them because she also went out to play, taking Ba Sheng with her.
Mr. Li didn't go, but his mother grabbed his ears and asked what happened to Ba Sheng. After saying a few words casually, he went out to look for a beautiful woman on the streets.
Miss Qin and Bas Sheng came back after Hu Qing Yunzhong came back. They were talking and laughing, and Bas Sheng was holding a bunch of gift boxes in his hand. So, there’s not even a storage container? Who is this for?
Mr. Li came back later and brought back a little beauty.
Well, everyone has their own wonderful things.
