Chapter 8 Transaction

"Where is booth No. 69 in District D..."

Wu Tao shuttled through Ding District of Fang City, holding a stall rental voucher in his hand. He spent 60 broken spirit stones to rent a stall for two days.

The market is so big that it’s a bit hard to find.

"Little fellow Taoist, what are you looking for?"

At this time, Wu Tao heard Han Tiezhu's voice. He looked up and saw Han Tiezhu standing at his spiritual rice stall. He found this place unknowingly.

Wu Tao stepped forward and said: "Uncle Han, I'm looking for a stall, No. 69, District D. Look..."

With that said, he showed Han Tiezhu the stall rental voucher.

Han Tiezhu took a closer look, immediately became happy, and said with a smile: "Little fellow Taoist, this is not a coincidence. No. 69, District D, is just to my left. I am No. 70, District D."

Wu Tao looked at the empty stall to the left of Han Tiezhu and saw a small sign with the words 'No. 69, District D' engraved on it.

"This brand is too small, no wonder it's so hard to find..." Wu Tao complained, turned around and thanked Han Tiezhu: "Thank you, Uncle Han, otherwise I would have to find it again."

Han Tiezhu smiled honestly and waved his hands, saying: "You're welcome, by the way, what do you set up a stall to sell?"

Wu Tao came to the stall, took off the baggage from behind, put a piece of cloth on it, took out the robe and put it carefully, then took out a wooden sign written in advance, pointed to the sign and said to Han Tiezhu: "Uncle Han , take a look.”

Han Tiezhu looked at the wooden sign and saw a crooked line written on it: 'First-order and second-order blast robe, price, fifteen yuan of low-grade spiritual stones'.

"You are selling robes. You are very obedient, but they are much more valuable than my spiritual rice... Little fellow Taoist, why don't you go to District A or District A to sell them? There are more people there."

Wu Tao said Hao Ran: "Uncle Han, I am short of money. Besides, I think this place is quite good.

"Uncle, how do you sell this spiritual rice?" Han Tiezhu wanted to talk to Wu Tao, but a casual cultivator came up to ask about the price, so Han Tiezhu hurriedly greeted the guests.

Wu Tao took out a futon, sat cross-legged on it, and looked at the street. This street was full of people selling groceries, and he was the only one selling robes.

If no one competes with me, it will be sold quickly.

He thought happily as he looked at the immortal cultivators coming and going on the street.

"It must be sold within two days."

In two days, it will be the day when Yahang collects the rent. If it is not sold and there is no spirit stone to pay the rent, there will be no place to stay.

It's not very safe outside the city.

Not that there are many beasts.

Sometimes, cultivators are more terrifying than wild beasts.

Wu Tao looked at the casual cultivators walking by one by one. Some of them glanced at Wu Tao's stall. When they saw the price on the wooden sign, they were immediately discouraged and left directly.

Fifteen pieces of low-grade spiritual stones are indeed more than a little expensive for low-level casual cultivators.

Thinking about the original owner who was mining in Qingling Sect, he could only get three spiritual stones in a month, but this first-level and second-level robe required five months of no food or drink to buy it.

Among the four arts of cultivating immortals, magic weapons, elixirs, and formations are the most expensive because of their high costs. The talismans are cheaper, low cost, and mostly disposable.

His robe was successfully refined only once twice, consuming six spark stones and two kilograms of demon silk. The cost price was five yuan of low-grade spirit stones, and it sold for fifteen yuan. It can be said that it was not expensive at all.

Besides, the cost also includes booth fees, and transaction tax is required if the transaction is successful.

This does not include labor costs.

Han Tiezhu made a deal and received a hundred broken spiritual stones. His face was full of joy. He turned to Wu Tao and said, "I don't know what my little Taoist friend's name is?"

"Li Mo!" Wu Tao still used a pseudonym.

Although Manager Wang doesn't care about him, if one day he hears the news that he is still alive, there is no guarantee that he will not be tempted to kill and silence him, so it is better to be safe.

Han Tiezhu smiled and said: "Li Mo, what a good name. I'll call you Li Xiaoyou. Li Xiaoyou, your robe...I wonder?...Ah, I'm sorry...I shouldn't have pried..."

Han Tiezhu's move is a taboo in the world of immortality. Don't pry into other people's privacy easily. Even if Wu Tao's robe has an erroneous origin, he cannot inquire about it.

If you meet someone who is not easy to get along with and secretly hates you, and if you find an opportunity to fall in love with you later, you will regret it.

It's not like this has never happened before.

Wu Tao was not angry, he just said it was okay and passed it.

As for refining it by myself, I haven't gotten to know Han Tiezhu to this extent yet.

The day passed quickly, and the market closed at sunset. Wu Tao did not successfully sell the robe, and no one even asked.

On the other hand, Han Tiezhu next to him was very happy after selling ninety kilograms of spiritual rice and earning three low-grade spiritual stones.

Looking at Wu Tao, I feel envious!

After a day of guarding the stall, Wu Tao was exhausted physically and mentally. He cleaned up the stall, said goodbye to Han Tiezhu, and returned to his residence. When he returned to his residence, he fell asleep and was not even in the mood for dinner.

Early the next morning, Wu Tao poured cold water into his face and washed his face. When he saw himself in the basin, it was obvious that his body had turned black.

Could it be that it's because of my dark appearance that I didn't attract customers? Thinking of this, he took out a long piece of black cloth, covered his forehead, and then went to the market to set up a stall.

"call!"

Taking a long breath, Wu Tao secretly cheered himself up in his heart to dispel the gloomy mood. If the stall owner had a bad face, no customers would come forward to ask.

"Little friend Li, don't worry. This is how business works. I haven't sold a pound of spiritual rice for three or four days before..." Han Tiezhu comforted Wu Tao when he heard him sigh.

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Han."

However, Han Tiezhu didn't know his difficulties.

The morning passed quickly. Someone came to sell lunch with a small wooden cart. Wu Tao was hungry and spent a broken spiritual stone to sell a lunch, one meat and one vegetable. He exclaimed in his heart that it was so expensive. It felt like he had eaten a box lunch on the train in his previous life.

After lunch, Wu Tao forced himself to be energetic and looked at passers-by. As long as passers-by looked at his signboard for a few more times, he would ask if they needed a robe.

Hard work pays off.

After asking more than ten people, a middle-aged man dressed like a casual cultivator finally came forward and asked, "Your robe costs 15 low-grade spirit stones, which is too expensive. Can you give me a little less?"

Wu Tao smiled and said, "Daoyou, this is a first-level second-level Swift Wind robe. It can't be sold without it. If it's sold without it, I'll lose money."

The middle-aged casual cultivator said, "The Light Body Talisman costs four low-grade spirit stones per piece, which is a little faster than this Swift Wind robe."

Wu Tao's face froze, and he patiently explained, "Daoyou, the Light Body Talisman is disposable, and 15 spirit stones can't even buy four pieces. Although it is faster than my robe, my robe is not a one-time It is disposable and can be used for a long time. "

Middle-aged casual cultivator: "Then how did you get this robe? If it is not obtained legitimately, if the previous master finds it, you will lose your life..."

Wu Tao took the robe and assured in a low voice: "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, you see, this robe is brand new, it is definitely not obtained illegitimately, but I made it."

"You made it?" A trace of shock flashed across the face of the middle-aged casual cultivator, but he quickly concealed it. Shock is not suitable for bargaining: "Then show me the certificate of the certified weapon refiner of Wuquan Mountain Refining Hall?"

"Uh..." This stumped Wu Tao, he really didn't have it.

Seeing this, the middle-aged casual cultivator was immediately delighted and said, "You don't have the certificate of a weapon refiner, how can I believe that it was refined by you? Then how can I believe in your quality? I see that you are sincere in selling, and I am also sincere in buying. The price is thirteen low-grade spirit stones. Can we make a deal?"

Thirteen, six for rent, one for Zhang Li, and 10% transaction tax. One for thirty broken spirit stones, and there are still... Quickly calculating in his mind, Wu Tao shook his head and said, "Daoyou, it's really not possible."

"Okay, if you are not sincere in selling, then goodbye!" The middle-aged casual cultivator left without hesitation.

He was being manipulated. Once upon a time, he had manipulated others like this... Wu Tao quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Well, if you really want to buy, don't say thirteen low-grade spirit stones. Fourteen low-grade spirit stones, within a month, if it breaks, how about warranty?"

This is his last bottom line.

The middle-aged casual cultivator calculated for a moment and nodded, "OK!"

Wu Tao breathed a sigh of relief. Fearing that this man would go back on his word, he quickly wrote a transaction voucher, and then handed over the money and the goods.

Looking at the other party's back as he left with the robe, he felt that the other party's back was radiating light. It was not easy, and he finally sold it.

Wu Tao almost shed tears of excitement.

"Congratulations to Li Xiaoyou for selling the robe. Well, it's better to sell the robe. The spirit stones will come in a rush. By the way, Li Xiaoyou wants to buy spirit rice, right? I'll weigh it for you..." Han Tiezhu looked at the fourteen white spirit stones in Wu Tao's hand, and he was so envious!

Wu Tao heard this and immediately put the spirit stones in his hand close to his body, and said with a bow: "Uncle Han, I will definitely do it next time, next time."

Now is not the time to enjoy.

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