Chapter 197 This stall owner is a bit shady

Chang Lize bargained hard and saved Lan Zhi two hundred yuan.

Fu Chenyin also arrived at this time. He couldn't walk when he saw all kinds of medicinal powders with strange effects. He bought more than a dozen kinds at once, and Chang Lize helped him negotiate the price.

When Lan Zhi saw the poisonous powder, he immediately remembered how he had tricked him into fighting against the strong men of the Jiu Clan, and looked at him coldly: "What kind of poison was quenched on that ring?"

Fu Chenyin said casually: "That one is called Hatian. If you are hit by Hatian, the resentment in your heart will be magnified thousands of times. You will hate Heaven, hate everyone, and wish you could kill everyone in the world."

Lan Zhi squinted at him: "Then you give it back to me? Do you want to help me or harm me?"

Fu Chenyin quickly explained: "How could I want to harm you at that time? Although Hentian will indeed increase the enemy's arrogance at first, his attacks will be chaotic when he is angry. It is easy to avoid it if you know it in advance. Moreover,

It only takes half a quarter of an hour for the opponent's strength to be exhausted, and you can stab him to death with just one finger."

Lan Zhi: "...But I didn't know that in advance."

Fu Chenyin laughed dryly: "I thought that the things I am familiar with are also familiar to others."

At that time, the two of them were busy fending off the rain of arrows, and no one had time to say anything more.

By the time I think about it later, it's already too late.

Fortunately, Lan Zhi was fine.

Fu Chenyin thought for a while: "How many more medicinal powders should I give you as an apology?"

Lan Zhi: "I thank you."

After shopping around, Lan Zhi was looking at a suitable place to set up a stall when he accidentally caught a glimpse of a bright light in the corner.

Turning around, I saw a small stall there.

It is said to be a stall, but it is actually a bag with a mouth about seven or eight inches wide. Inside is a pile of bright beads, of various colors, materials, and sizes.

Lan Zhi walked over and asked the stall owner: "How to sell?"

The stall owner was eating melon seeds in his leisure time and said lazily: "These beads are all treasures for storage, and they cost 20,000 yuan each."

Hearing this, Fu Chenyin walked over and took a look, and immediately laughed out loud: "Are they used to match the beads for storing spiritual treasures? Twenty thousand yuan, even two hundred yuan a piece is too expensive for me."

The stall owner actually took advantage of the situation and negotiated the price with him: "Then how much do you think is appropriate?"

Fu Chenyin: "...No."

Lan Zhi said: "Don't worry, let me take a look."

She knelt down and looked into the bag for a while, then asked, "Can I pour it out?"

The stall owner spread out a piece of cloth and poured a bag of beads on the cloth with a splash: "Look at it as you like."

Lan Zhi really looked at them one by one.

Fu Chenyin said that it was used to match the beads for storing spiritual treasures, but he was only half right. Lan Zhi looked through it and found that there were all kinds of beads inside, and there were also many beads used for making bead curtains.

The aristocratic family pays attention to ostentation. The bead curtains are all tied with spiritual silk and the beads are made of precious stones. Therefore, there is a certain amount of star energy mixed in, making it difficult for people to distinguish which one is better.

Lan Zhi thought about it in his mind and felt that the stall owner probably mixed beads of different qualities on purpose and let interested buyers choose for themselves.

No matter what he picks out, it's expensive or not, he'll charge a lot of money, and those who are interested won't be able to escape the fate of being ripped off.

If he doesn't buy it, he can release it and sell it elsewhere. If the buyer chooses it for a long time, it will be like working for him in vain.

After all, there is something special about being able to be picked out by buyers among the many beads.

All in all, this stall owner is a bit shady.

Lan Zhi was never afraid of being cheated on.

If you want to be black, the quality of so many things must be high or low.

If there are highs and lows, won’t opportunities come to pick up the slack?
Chapter completed!