PFC Chapter 696 Hu Baxian is envious
Chapter 696 Hu Baxian is envious
"Brother Wang, this broken talisman of yours is only one thousand yuan?" Hu Baxian said unhappily.
"Yes!" Xu Changshou nodded slightly.
Hu Baxian was surprised: "What kind of ghost talisman is worth a thousand yuan? You are just trying to deceive me."
Xu Changshou was unhappy. He stood up and glared at Hu Baxian, saying unhappily, "You kid, you can make a fuss, but don't talk nonsense. This is a real talisman."
"Uh...okay!"
Hu Baxian was helpless and changed his tone to tactfully say, "Brother Wang, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but talismans like yours are not suitable for selling on a street stall. Who would be willing to buy such expensive talismans? If you continue like this, you will definitely lose money."
Xu Changshou smiled and said, "Don't worry, someone will want it. If I sell one at random, I'll make more than you did today."
Hu Baxian pursed his lips and whispered, "I don't believe that anyone would buy this broken talisman of yours."
He did not take a break at noon and continued to set up his stall. At noon, Hu Baxian's business was much better and he sold more than a thousand kilograms in a short time.
Xu Changshou's shop was still closed. Occasionally someone would come and ask about the price, but as soon as they heard the price, they would turn around and leave.
Sang Yu's world of immortal cultivation is too vast. Although his Wind-Tuan Talisman has been sold in the Immortal Cultivation Association for many years, most people do not recognize his talisman.
Until the sun set and it was time to close the stall, Xu Changshou had not sold a single talisman.
On the other hand, Hu Baxian sold more than 5,000 kilograms of Qingming grass in a day, plus some miscellaneous items. Not to mention more, he made at least 40 to 50 medium-grade spirit stones a day.
On this day, Xu Changshou had been paying attention to the customers who came to Hu Baxian's stall to buy Qingming grass, and did not find anyone suspicious.
Soon, night fell, and Hu Baxian was about to close his stall. He glanced at Xu Changshou and said with his hands spread out, "Brother Wang, I was right, wasn't I? You can't sell this talisman. You can't do business like this."
Xu Changshou didn't respond, but changed the subject: "Brother Hu, are you closing up shop?"
"It's time to collect it!"
As Hu Baxian spoke, he began to organize the things on the stall.
"I'll take it too!"
Xu Changshou waved his sleeves and put all the things into the storage bag.
These are just the few things he has; there's nothing much to organize.
"Brother Hu, I'm leaving. See you tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow!"
Hu Baxian shook his head, a hint of sarcasm flashed across his face: You’re closing the stall so quickly.
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The next day, at dawn, Xu Changshou arrived at the Dazhou market.
He thought he had arrived early enough, but when he arrived he found that Hu Baxian's stall had already been set up.
"Hey, good morning, Brother Wang. I thought you weren't coming."
Seeing Xu Changshou, Hu Baxian greeted him warmly.
"You're quite early."
Xu Changshou greeted everyone and started setting up his stall.
Hu Baxian glanced at Xu Changshou and said self-deprecatingly, "Small business requires constant competition. I come here before dawn and leave after dark. I pay the stall fee every month, so I can't just pay it in vain. But you, Brother Wang, don't have to come so early..."
While making fun of himself, Hu Baxian couldn't help but change the topic to Xu Changshou. The meaning was very clear: you don't have to come too early, there will be no business if you come too early.
Of course Xu Changshou could understand the meaning of his words.
He could also understand the psychology of people like Hu Baxian.
Although he was just a small businessman setting up a stall, he still belonged to the bottom of the world of immortal cultivation no matter what.
People like him have a self-righteous air of superiority, looking down on those monks who do hard labor and thinking they are nobler than those who do hard labor.
At the same time, there is a humble way of dealing with people, and they are always polite to any guests.
Even if his guests were laborers, he had to speak to them politely while looking down on them.
The only pleasure is probably to attack peers.
So, Xu Changshou, who had just arrived, became the target of Hu Baxian's attack.
Xu Changshou had more important things to do, so of course he wouldn't pay attention to his little thoughts.
The whole day was spent chatting and arguing with Hu Baxian.
On this day, Xu Changshou still did not open the shop. When he was leaving, he was ridiculed by Hu Baxian again.
No suspicious people were found throughout the day.
The next day, Xu Changshou continued to set up his stall.
At noon, a fat Taoist priest came to the streets of Dazhoufang City.
Seeing the fat Taoist priest, Hu Baxian immediately cheered and pulled Xu Changshou beside him: "Here he comes, my big client is here."
As he spoke, the fat Taoist came to Hu Baxian's stall.
"Shopkeeper He, it's been a long time since we last met!" Hu Baxian greeted him with a smile on his face and a nod.
"Ok!"
The fat Taoist nodded slightly: "Old rules, give me two thousand kilograms."
"okay!"
Hu Baxian sorted out 2,200 kilograms of Qingming grass and handed it to the fat Taoist respectfully: "Manager He, a total of 2,200 kilograms, the extra 200 kilograms are for you."
"Okay! Give me the money!"
The fat Taoist waved his hand and threw twenty spirit stones to Hu Baxian.
Just as he was about to leave, he glanced at Xu Changshou's stall and was attracted by the wind-tuan talisman on his stall.
The fat Taoist walked over, reached out and picked up a Wind-Tuan Talisman, examined it, and then looked at Xu Changshou: "Is this a Wind-Tuan Talisman?"
"Yes!"
Xu Changshou nodded without saying anything more. This person obviously knew about the Wind-Tuan Talisman, so there was no point in saying more.
"introduce."
Hu Baxian came over, bowed to the fat Taoist, and then smiled at Xu Changshou and said, "This is Mr. He, the shopkeeper of the He family medicine shop in Qilin Town."
After he finished speaking, he pointed at Xu Changshou and said, "Shopkeeper He, this is Wang Hai, my brother, who sells talismans. Please take care of him."
"Ok!"
Shopkeeper He nodded slightly, then continued to look at the talisman in his hand.
"How much does one cost?"
"One thousand dollars."
When he heard the price of one thousand yuan, a hint of joy flashed across Manager He's face.
But after looking at the talisman, he was still hesitant, as if he was worried about something.
Xu Changshou smiled and said, "This talisman has been verified by the Immortal Cultivation Association, so you can use it with confidence."
"Okay, I'll take them. I want two. Can you make it cheaper?"
"Sorry, no bargaining. If you think it's too expensive, you can go to the Xiuxian Guild to buy it."
"All right!"
Shopkeeper He gritted his teeth, put away the two Wind-Tuan Talismans, waved his hand and threw out two thousand spirit stones. Xu Changshou shook his sleeves and caught the spirit stones.
"this!"
Hu Baxian was dumbfounded: I asked you to take care of him, and you really bought it.
He never thought that Shopkeeper He would spend so much money to buy Xu Changshou's talisman.
In Hu Baxian's opinion, Xu Changshou's talisman was just a trick.
What does two thousand yuan mean?
This is equivalent to his sales for half a month. If he closes for three days, he will be able to attract big customers when he reopens.
Shopkeeper He bowed slightly and asked, "What's your name, fellow Daoist?"
"Immortal Wang Hai."
"Nice to meet you, farewell, Brother Wang!"
Watching Manager He leave, Hu Baxian couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Shopkeeper He only comes once every few months and spends twenty spirit stones with him each time. He needs to come a hundred times to spend two thousand spirit stones on him.
Look at Wang Hai, he took two thousand yuan from Manager He at one time.
Hu Baxian was envious...