"Puff!" Just put Bibi Tea in his mouth and took a sip, when he heard the price of Mo Baikai, the tea in his mouth was sprayed out by Yan Zhihui. Mung Bean's big eyes stared wide.
"I said, fellow Daoist Lao, you are a bit too cruel. The market price is only this price, so why don't you want me to make some money." Yan Zhihui has no feeling of being a cultivator at this time, and there is a marketer all over his body. Breath.
"The shopkeeper Yan, let me give you a fair price. It's easy to talk about both of us." Mo Bai nodded and said with a smile. He likes to deal with such people. What I am afraid of is that after agreeing to the transaction readily on the spot, looking back, arranging people to secretly use talents is the most terrible.
"One hundred and sixty middle-level spirit stones, if you can accept Dao Lao, we will close the deal." Yan Zhihui's face was flushed, and he gritted his teeth and said. It looks like he really wants to cut his flesh.
When Mo Bai saw this, he secretly smiled, and the smile on his face narrowed, and said to Yan Zhihui: "Since Yan Zhihui is so refreshing, then one hundred and sixty yuan is one hundred and sixty yuan, but yes, middle-level spirit stone. "
"I know that Fellow Daoist Lao is a refreshing person." Seeing Mo Bai agreed, Yan Zhihui took a long breath, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip. There was no elegance in tasting tea just now.
"Here is one hundred and sixty middle-level spirit stones." Yan Zhihui waved a storage bag and appeared on the table. Said to Mo Bai: "Check it out."
"Don't be busy." Mo Bai stretched out his hand, pressed it on the storage bag, and looked at Yan Zhihui and said, "I have other things I want to trade with shopkeeper Yan. I don't know if shopkeeper Yan is interested?"
"Oh?" Yan Zhihui's mung bean eyes lit up, and the two balls of meat on his cheeks began to shake again. He looked at Mo Bai and said, "Could it be that fellow Daoist Lao also has a third-order inner alchemy?"
Mo Bai shook his head and said, "The inner alchemy is gone, but there are still some magical artifacts. I don't know if the treasurer Yan is willing to trade with Lao."
Hearing that Mo Bai just wanted to sell ritual tools, Yan Zhi would lack interest, but as a businessman, naturally there would be no reason to extrapolate his business.
"Then Daoist Fellow Lao took out the artifact, and if it was appropriate, it would naturally be traded." Yan Zhihui poured a cup into his teacup, took a sip from the teacup, and said lightly.
Seeing the change in Yan Zhihui's attitude, Mo Bai chuckled. He just wanted to complete the transaction as soon as possible in exchange for the spirit stone to purchase the auxiliary herbs for Jidan, so he would ignore the attitude of the fat man in front of him.
Mo Bai slapped his waist storage bag, and a handful of artifacts appeared in his hand. As the largest businessman in Neifang City, Yunhemen, Yan Zhihui, a monk on the 12th floor of the condensing period, naturally recognized that Mo Bai is now This artifact in hand is just a middle-grade artifact.
It’s not that Yan Zhi would look down on middle-grade artifacts, but that the guests who dared to enter the "Jumbo Pavilion" were big patrons, so some low-grade artifacts could not be sold here at all. In this way, he was very Less acquisitions.
He just wanted to reply to Mo Bai, but he saw another superb magic weapon appearing in Mo Bai's hand. After coming down, Mo Bai kept taking out the artifacts from the storage bag one after another. Yan Zhihui could not help but was stunned.
At the meeting, Yan Zhihui was stunned, and there were already 20 artifacts on the table. There were six artifacts of every grade, six artifacts of medium grade, seven artifacts of high grade, and one artifact of top grade.
"This!" Yan Zhihui said dumbly. He thought that Mo Bai would sell only one or two magical artifacts at most, who knew he had pulled out so many at once. Neatly placed in front of him.
In this way, from the perspective of a businessman, it's different.
Mo Bai spread his hand and said to Yan Zhihui: "Treasurer Yan, look at these magical instruments, how much do you think are appropriate?"
Yan Zhihui rubbed his hands, picked up a magic weapon, examined it, and said, "If the price is right, I will buy it." Although only one of the 20 magical artifacts is the best magical weapon, he In this way, the purchase price of bulk purchases is naturally favorable. Once he changes hands, he will naturally have profit margins, so he has no reason not to accept it.
Besides, if you pack this superb magic weapon in his hand, the price will be even higher. Thinking about it, the light of mung bean eyes flashed.
Seeing the light in his eyes, Mo Bai knew that this transaction could be completed, and he didn't want to go to a few more shops to sell these magical artifacts. In terms of time, speed, risk, and convenience, he chose the fat man in front of him. Although he changed his fake name, he couldn't change his appearance at the time.
The experience of living in a small town told him that in the market, there must be someone who will be active for a long time. If he goes into and out of the shop too much, I believe someone will follow him soon.
So he does not intend to sell them separately. In fact, he didn't know in his heart what price this batch of artifacts could sell.
Mo Bai groaned and took out a piece of paper. The densely packed names of medicinal materials on the paper. Said: "Treasurer Yan, I think your pavilion charges the inner alchemy, and if I want to, I will also do some business in the field of elixir."
"Yes, this pavilion has many varieties. As long as you can earn the spirit stone business in this market, this pavilion will do it all. As long as someone enters this pavilion, as long as he has spirit stones, he will never return empty-handed. "Yan Zhihui said with a high-spirited look, with a proud face: "Friend Lao, you have also seen that this pavilion's business reputation is one of the best in the market, and it doesn't depend on you." His eyes turned to the desktop. A storage bag containing one hundred and sixty middle-level spirit stones was placed, indicating Mo Bai.
Although his mung bean eyes are small, they are very concentrating. When Mo Bai took out the list of medicinal materials, he immediately understood that business was coming.
"Well, shopkeeper Yan, just look at the elixir on it and how much you can take out in the pavilion." Mo Bai put the list of elixir on his hand and handed it to Yan Zhihui. Yan Zhihui grabbed the paper filled with spiritual herbs. Mung bean eyes quickly swept upward.
"This problem is not a big deal, nor is it some rare elixir. Let's go. Fellow Daoist Lao, you have a cup of tea here, and I will come as soon as I go." Yan Zhihui stood up with a little excitement and arched his hand to Mo Bai. He opened the door curtain, leaving him alone.
After a cup of tea, Yan Zhi will appear in front of Mo Bai, but with an extra storage bag in his hand.
"Here is the elixir that Fellow Daoist Lao needs. But..." Shopkeeper Yan paused, looking at Mo Bai. Did not continue.
Mo Bai was startled slightly, looking at the honest and honest face in front of him, and asked: "Treasurer Yan, if you have something to say, you can see it if you want to come. Lao is also a refreshing person. "
After speaking, he blinked black eyes at him.
"Well, Fellow Daoist Lao, you want to see if this is the elixir you want." After speaking, Yan Zhi stretched the storage bag in front of Mo Bai's eyes and said.
Mo Bai took the storage bag, and looked inside, and found that the storage bag was neatly lined with a lot of spiritual herbs. I distinguished it carefully, and it was indeed prepared according to the herbs in his list of elixir. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)