The arrival of Jun Changxiao attracted the attention of many warriors in the mansion.
Some praised him for his youth and promise, while others thought he was handsome.
certainly.
As a normal fantasy, there must be warriors who disdain the protagonist.
Not to mention, there really is!
And quite a few, at least dozens of them!
Most of these people came from high-ranking counties, and they were either family heads or high-level powers. They looked at Jun Changxiao with contempt in their eyes.
undeniable.
It is powerful to defeat the suzerain of the Holy Spring Sect.
But just having strength can never change the identity of the head of a low-level sect.
In the eyes of warriors from high-ranking counties, Qingyang County, the ninth rank, is equal to the countryside.
Those who came out of it, regardless of whether they were the head of the sect or the city lord, were all countrymen.
Very realistic and true.
Throughout the ages, city dwellers have had a natural sense of superiority.
Even if he doesn't look down on the country people on the surface, he still has a distinction in his heart.
Jun Changxiao could catch the contempt in the eyes of some warriors, but he didn't take it seriously at all.
You look down on me.
I also treat you as air.
"Your head."
Ma Yunteng said in a low voice: "I heard that you bought property in Qingyang County?"
"Um."
"What industry?"
"Animal food store."
"..."
Ma Yunteng was stunned.
How could he open a feed store after recommending medicine pills, weapons and spirit stone shops
"Qin Haoran, the master of Haoqi Sect in Qingyang County, is here to congratulate you!"
At this moment, the servant shouted again.
"Qin Haoran?" Jun Changxiao murmured, "This guy is here too."
Not long.
Qin Haoran walked in with a smile on his face.
When he saw the very dazzling Jun Changxiao with the pestle in front of him, the smile on his face froze immediately.
Obviously, he was as surprised as the head of Jun.
"YoYo."
After a while, Qin Haoran cupped his hands with a smile on his face and said, "Isn't this the master who sells feed?"
He had already known about Jun Changxiao's opening of an animal food store, and he even taunted him severely in front of the big bosses of the alliance.
"Sell feed?"
Someone asked puzzledly, "Master Qin, what does this mean?"
Qin Haoran told the matter loudly.
When everyone heard that the business run by the Iron-Bone Clan was actually an animal food store, the expressions on their faces suddenly brightened.
It's a seven-stream sect anyway, so I can't do some business, I have to sell feed!
This is too embarrassing!
The high-level martial artist who looked down on Jun Changxiao originally, the disdain on his face became more intense, and he even secretly said: "vulgar countryman."
"Your head."
Qin Haoran said with a smile: "Qin has been involved in business recently, please forgive me for not going to celebrate the opening of your feed store."
Jun Changxiao could tell that this guy was laughing at him on purpose, so he said lightly: "It's okay, hurry up tomorrow and send me some feed to Alliance Leader Qin."
"Feel sorry."
Qin Haoran said: "This sect has fodder to feed livestock."
Jun Changxiao said lightly: "The feed I sent is for the Lord Qin to eat, not for the livestock."
Qin Haoran's face turned livid when he said these words.
"No, no."
Jun Chang said with a smile: "In this way, it seems that the leader of the Qin alliance is not as good as livestock."
"..."
Xie Guangkun's mouth twitched slightly.
Jun's sect master's ability to hate others is improving just like his cultivation base!
Qin Haoran was so angry that his eyes flickered with anger, but remembering that this son has always been sharp-tongued, he stopped talking and walked straight to the inner courtyard.
to be honest.
This is self-inflicted.
If you don't talk too much about the feed store and pretend that you don't exist, the head of the king may not be able to scold him.
Some people are naturally indebted, and they feel uncomfortable if they don't get a few words.
Qin Haoran obviously belongs to this kind of people.
Although he was aggrieved by being stunned, his goal was achieved.
When the forces from all walks of life learned that Jun Changxiao had opened a feed store, they all cast contemptuous glances.
A sect that is clearly promising sells fodder for poultry and livestock.
In Starfall Continent, there are different levels of people, and there are also different levels of business.
Selling feed is definitely the lowest level, and usually only ordinary people will do it.
Jun Changxiao ignored the crowd and followed Elder Ma to the inner courtyard.
…
The inner courtyard of Shangguan Mansion is already decorated with lanterns and festoons, full of joy. At the same time, there are many Eight Immortals tables lined up. Presumably the birthday banquet should be held here.
Not long.
Reputable figures from all sides came to the inner courtyard.
They gathered together, there were at least four or five hundred people, and the voices of communication were endless.
Occasionally looking at Jun Changxiao, I still don't forget to look at him with contempt.
There are even martial artists from Gaogao County who think he is a feed shop and deliberately avoid him.
Since then, only Ma Yunteng, Xie Guangkun, and other city lords in Qingyang County are standing by.
"Why."
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "Is it that embarrassing for me to open an animal food store?"
Ma Yunteng said: "In their eyes, selling feed is a low-level business."
Jun Chang smiled and touched his nose, and said: "As long as the business can make money, how can we divide it into those who are in the stream and those who are not?"
"good."
Ma Yunteng said: "As long as there is money to be made, even selling pickles is fine."
"but… "
He paused, and said in a low voice: "Is the animal food store opened by the head of the king profitable?"
"good."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "It sold 2.5 million taels yesterday."
"so much?"
Ma Yunteng was stunned, and said, "Your head, can you make 20% of the profit?"
From his point of view, selling something like feed requires small profits but quick turnover, and 20% of the profit is not bad.
"Well."
Jun Changxiao hesitated for a while, and said, "There should be."
He didn't tell Ma Yunteng that the cost price of the feed pill was 20 taels, but he sold it for 500 taels, because the other party definitely didn't believe it.
"Hahaha!"
At this moment, a white-haired old man in a red longevity robe walked over at a brisk pace.
This person is hale and hearty, with a vigorous aura exuding from his whole body, it is completely impossible to tell that he is an old man who is nearly three hundred years old.
Shangguan Hong.
The current head of the Shangguan family, former tutor of Tianyu Academy.
A powerful martial artist clasped his hands and said with a smile: "Patriarch Shangguan is really getting younger as he lives."
"Hahaha!"
Standing in front of the birthday banquet, Shangguan Hong cupped his hands and said, "Thank you all for coming all the way to celebrate my birthday with an old man whose body is almost buried."
Said, waved: "Please take a seat."
Ma Yunteng and Xie Guangkun, who had experience in celebrating birthdays, sat with Jun Changxiao on a rather inconspicuous Eight Immortals table.
Several city lords in Qingyang County also followed suit.
Then, there is no one else.
Many high-level county warriors would never sit with feed sellers, because it would be too demeaning.
Everyone sat down and began to say congratulations on their own initiative. Shangguan Hong was all smiles throughout.
After some conversation, he said loudly: "I heard that the head of the Iron-Bone Sect has also come to celebrate his birthday. I wonder if Elder Ma can help introduce him?"
"Well?"
Ma Yunteng was a little confused.