Chapter 12: My Dahe Market Has Its Own National Conditions

In front of the bluestone slab, an old man holding spicy beef jerky had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge in his eyes.

Standing in front of him, the tall, handsome, heroic, and dashing man put one hand behind his back, held a long piece of beef jerky in the other, and talked eloquently.

"Don't understand? I'll teach you!"

"The so-called brand value is the additional value artificially added to a commodity on top of its inherent value."

"Still don't understand?"

Seeing the old man's confused look, Luo Chen sighed, and the beef jerky in his hand pointed to this rogue cultivator market.

"In this market, there are at least three families selling low-level talismans long-term, right!"

"Hmm, Lu Heng, Mao Crow, plus me, are the ones selling talismans long-term." Old Man Chen said hurriedly when he saw he could interject.

"Then what do you think of them? And what do you think of yourself?"

Old Man Chen smiled disdainfully, "Lu Heng, that kid, his skills are insufficient, his talisman skin is all imported from me, not worth mentioning!"

"What about Master Mao?"

"Halfway through the monk, his skills are about the same as mine, but he is ninety-three years old, just a withered bone in the grave!"

"What about you, Fellow Daoist Chen?"

Old Man Chen stroked his white beard and said confidently: "The old man entered the Divine Talisman Pavilion to do chores at twenty, learned the art of talisman skin tanning in five years, and entered the talisman path in fifteen years. Since setting up the signboard, I have been setting up a stall here for twenty-five years, young and strong, and my skills are superb. If rogue cultivators enter the market and want to buy talismans, they must first come to me for a look!"

Clap clap clap!

Luo Chen clapped his hands and revealed a gratified smile.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, that's right. Your talismans already possess basic brand value, which is formed by your experience in the Divine Talisman Pavilion, your twenty-five years of wind and rain, and your stable talisman quality. Finally, it is integrated."

Old Man Chen was quite self-satisfied, but after thinking about it, he felt something was wrong.

"But my talismans haven't been able to sell at a high price for decades?"

"High prices are indeed few, but compared to others, isn't your price generally higher?"

"It seems to be the case, but it can't compare to the Divine Talisman Pavilion. Those customers who want to buy a large number of talismans still like to go to the Divine Talisman Pavilion."

Luo Chen rolled his eyes, "People's Divine Talisman Pavilion is backed by the Extreme East Six Domains, one of the six major sects, the Divine Talisman Sect. The brand value is all given by Golden Core Masters and Nascent Soul True Persons. You compare with them?"

"Also." Old Man Chen had self-knowledge again at this time.

"So, the brand value of your stall is done, and it can't be done much bigger. In this case, you need to seek another way out!"

"For example?"

"Give your single product brand value."

"Detailed point!"

"Give it a story!"

Old Man Chen was stunned, "Myriad Wonders Pill? Yun Zhonghe? Hehuan Sect Master Yunhe?"

"Teachability!"

Hard!

Hard!

After being hard, Old Man Chen entered a state of sage-like clarity.

"You mean, I need to give my talismans a story, like you?"

"Hmm."

"Just that simple?"

"Just that simple!"

"Then you pulled so much before, some of which are not!"

"That's not because I said less, I'm sorry for your fifty spirit stones!"

Hu! Xi!

Taking a deep breath, Old Man Chen decided not to be angry. He was sixty-five, so he had to take care of his health.

"But how should this story be told?"

Luo Chen looked at his stall, and he knew the types of talismans of Old Man Chen like the back of his hand.

There were six types in total, the lowest-level Cleaning Talisman, Wind-Driving Talisman, middle-level Fireball Talisman, Earth Spike Talisman, and Earth Wall Talisman and Concealment Talisman.

The most sold were Fireball Talisman and Earth Spike Talisman, but the unit price was very low, one and a half spirit stones each.

The highest prices were Earth Wall Talisman and Concealment Talisman.

The former was two spirit stones each, the latter started at three spirit stones, and when the market was tight, it could sell for five or six spirit stones or even higher.

Talismans had a very good market among low-level cultivators.

The power was slightly smaller than spells, but the release speed was fast, and the spiritual power consumption was extremely small.

Especially those related to defense and life-saving were very popular.

Pointing to the Concealment Talisman, Luo Chen's brain turned, combined with the "Six Domains Customs Record" he had read before, and thought of a story outline for him.

But the specific details still had to be supplemented by Old Man Chen himself, his knowledge was more than Luo Chen's.

And Luo Chen gave him a suggestion: tell stories to new customers, and follow the old ways for old customers.

However, the Concealment Talisman also had to be re-decorated. It couldn't be so gray and dusty anymore. Without affecting the use, draw two gold edges on it.

In this way, even if old customers didn't tell stories, they could try to raise the price.

After pointing out, Luo Chen couldn't bear it anymore.

Like a wind, carrying a huge sum of money, he rushed into the rogue cultivator market.

Purchase! Purchase! Crazy purchase!

The night was deep, and the moonlight was bright on the ground.

A young man carrying two huge snake-skin bags walked fast on the road.

The bag was real snake skin, tough and stuffable!

Because he had to sell the Myriad Wonders Pill today and talk to Old Man Chen, he was delayed for a long time.

After purchasing in the evening, the time reached this point.

Walking on the dried yellow earth road, Luo Chen's breathing was a bit heavy.

Although his feet were fast, his eyes kept scanning, paying special attention to the shadows between the wooden huts.

Dahe Market strictly forbids fighting, but it is limited to the inner city area.

The outer city area, these rogue cultivators, they don't care.

The spirit stones collected every month are just for the big figures in the inner city area to solve when beasts rush in.

Therefore, the outer city area often has strong people intercepting roads to rob and killing people to seize treasures.

Daytime is fine, but at night, these things happen one after another.

It can only be said that my Dahe Market has its own national conditions.

Luo Chen now has no spirit stones on him, and all his family wealth is in the two large snake-skin bags behind him.

But to put it bluntly, the value is only one hundred spirit stones.

And it is scattered, and it is particularly troublesome to sell it again.

But thinking it is one thing, whether anyone sees wealth and has evil intentions is another. 【

But it is one thing for oneself to think so, and quite another whether others will be tempted by wealth.

"Damn it, once I have spirit stones, I must move to the inner city area!"

Luo Chen cursed under his breath, walking along the dirt road with his heart in his mouth.

Perhaps it was because the moonlight was bright tonight, or perhaps because he was dressed in rags, even the two snake-skin bags on his back looked so ugly.

In any case, Luo Chen returned home safely.

Sometimes, when a person is humble to a certain degree, even robbers don't look down on them.

Luo Chen didn't feel bitter either; after catching his breath for a moment, he sorted the various materials from the bags and placed them on the shelves.

One hundred spirit stones were used to purchase nineteen sets of raw materials for Zhongmiao Pills, costing ninety-five stones.

With the remaining five spirit stones, he bought some materials for Grain-Bigu Pills with three of them. According to his success rate, he could refine at least thirty bottles of Grain-Bigu Pills. If sold, at one spirit stone for five bottles, he could earn six spirit stones, making the net profit almost half, which is three stones.

As for the other two, one was used to buy ten catties of spirit rice, and the other was used to pay two months' rent at the City Lord's Mansion.

Well, his house on the outermost periphery had a monthly rent of half a spirit stone, so he paid every two months.

Pouring the spirit rice into the rice jar, Luo Chen slumped on the wooden stool in the living room, smelling the medicinal scent filling the room, and grinned.

Although he was very tired, he was in a very good mood.

Tomorrow, he could start expanding production!