Chapter 15

Repeat customers have always been customers Luo Chen values very much!

He has also been trying his best to cultivate his own repeat customers, rather than sponging off customers from Old Daoist Chen every time.

However, for common goods like Grain-Bigu Pills, even if he refined middle-grade ones before, he couldn't cultivate many repeat customers, and he was limited by production.

Zhongmiao Pills gave him a chance.

After chatting a few words casually, Luo Chen set up all the pills.

Old Daoist Chen took another look this time, the quantity was clear at a glance, and he secretly thought that Luo Chen's pill refining skills must have truly made a breakthrough.

The quantity brought out in these few stall setups is getting larger and larger.

Of course, there must be the credit of his "spirit stone loan" in it.

The sun rose, and more and more cultivators came to the market, and Luo Chen and Old Daoist Chen opened for business one after another.

"Fellow Daoist Little Luo, what a coincidence!"

"Yeah, what a coincidence!"

Luo Chen greeted Ceng Wen enthusiastically, pointing to the bottles and jars in front of him, "Want some?"

"Want some!"

Ceng Wen picked up five bottles of Grain-Bigu Pills, playing with them and saying: "Your skills are indeed very good; I tried the Grain-Bigu Pills last time, and they actually reached the superior grade level, much better than others."

"Just enough to fill the stomach, thank you for the praise, Fellow Daoist."

"By the way, give me two bottles of Zhongmiao Pills!"

"Hmm."

Luo Chen tacitly stuffed the two bottles of Zhongmiao Pills on the stall into Ceng Wen's hands, and the two looked at each other and smiled, everything was understood without words.

The cultivator picking talismans next to them seemed to know Ceng Wen.

"Brother Ceng, that spotted tiger slaughtered by Butcher Li's family yesterday was your trophy, right? You really had a bountiful harvest entering the mountains this time!"

"Sigh, the demon tiger is a scourge to the world, I'm just acting on behalf of heaven, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

"You're being humble. What are you buying?"

Ceng Wen secretly put the Zhongmiao Pills into his storage bag, holding the Grain-Bigu Pill bottle.

"Buying some Grain-Bigu Pills, hoarding them, it's more convenient for entering the mountains next time. Brother Duan, let's not chat, I have some urgent business, leaving first."

Ceng Wen left in a hurry.

The cultivator he called Brother Duan was a bit confused.

Then he saw Luo Chen take out two exquisite jade bottles from the bag below and place them on top.

Just now, Ceng Wen seemed to have bought this thing too?

"What kind of pill is this?"

Luo Chen's eyes lit up, "Zhongmiao Pills, are you interested in learning about them, Fellow Daoist?"

Customers came and went, but the content of the chat was the same.

Asking for an exorbitant price, and paying back on the spot.

I brag about how good my things are, he picks faults, finding a bunch of shortcomings.

Then reaching a price that both can accept, a deal is done.

Unlike those cold loose cultivators who sit and meditate while setting up stalls, the bluestone stall is much livelier; both the old and the young have thick enough skin and sharp tongues.

Occasionally when Luo Chen is free, he will also help Old Daoist Chen brag a few words and sell a few talismans.

Perhaps because it's a big market day today, Luo Chen's own pill business is very easy to do.

In one morning, basically everything was sold.

All thirty bottles of Grain-Bigu Pills were sold, with an account of six low-grade spirit stones.

All twenty bottles of Zhongmiao Pills were sold, with an account of one hundred low-grade spirit stones.

The gap between the two is huge.

But if viewed from the perspective of profit, the current income of Zhongmiao Pills is zero, barely breaking even.

On the contrary, for Grain-Bigu Pills, after deducting costs, the net profit is three spirit stones.

In fact, with the Grandmaster proficiency of Grain-Bigu Pills, Luo Chen increasing the production of Grain-Bigu Pills might earn more.

But the market for Grain-Bigu Pills is there, and the consumption capacity is there; earning more is just a few spirit stones.

Taking this opportunity to brush up the proficiency of Zhongmiao Pills, he can start large-scale profit later.

Industrial transformation, opening up new channels.

Short-term pain is acceptable!

Old Daoist Chen kept urging him to pay back the money; Luo Chen was helpless and paid him fifty on the spot.

Then, after paying back, he pestered him for a long time and borrowed it back.

"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to pay it back; you've seen the recent income. Just treat it as sponsoring a poor cultivator to practice; when I make it big, I will definitely repay you with a gushing spring!"

"How about this, my pills are sold out, I'll work for you in the afternoon and help you sell talismans!"

"Believe me, helping you sell out early, you go back and draw two more talismans, and you'll earn back the extra."

After a lot of persuasion, Luo Chen finally kept the one hundred and six spirit stones in his pocket.

The price was having to work as a temporary worker for an afternoon.

"Eh, did something happen over at Brother Wang's?"

Luo Chen, who was selling talismans, looked up and found that Wang Yuan's stall not far away was surrounded by people.

He had the heart to watch the fun, but was pulled back by Old Daoist Chen.

"Don't go!"

"What's wrong?"

"Did you forget, what happened the last time this situation occurred?"

Luo Chen stopped his steps, remembering a scene from two years ago in the original owner's memory.

At that time and moment, it was so similar to the present.

"Enemies came to the door?"

Old Daoist Chen looked over there with a complex expression, "Although loose cultivators are mostly alone, there are still some people who have friends and relatives."

"Dying is one thing, but having magic tools and Dao robes taken out for sale, if you really encounter it, there will always be an unfair breath in your heart."

Luo Chen suddenly realized, discovering that the crowd was indeed on the verge of breaking out.

There was a sign of starting a war if a word didn't agree.

Wang Yuan is at the seventh layer of Qi Refining; the people who dare to surround him, the realm is probably not much lower.

If they really fight, it's easy to be accidentally injured if he goes over to eat melons.

"They won't fight, don't worry, fighting is strictly prohibited in the inner city."

Old Daoist Chen shook his head; he had seen too many of these things.

Can only say that people like Wang Yuan who lick blood on the edge of a knife will always encounter ghosts if they walk the night road too much.

Sure enough.

After saying a few harsh words, the three cultivators left the loose cultivator market indignantly.

Wang Yuan still had that cold and indifferent expression, sitting cross-legged in front of the stall, drooping his eyelids, as if he hadn't woken up.

"Selling this kind of blood-stained magic tool, the risk is very high!" Luo Chen muttered, "Why not sell it directly to Wanbao Building?"

Old Daoist Chen sneered, "Wanbao Building directly recycles at half price, repairs it a little, and then sells it at a higher price than the original. How can selling it yourself earn more?"

So that's it!

Luo Chen understood; the magic tools in the loose cultivator market have uncertain quality, all relying on the cultivator's own eye.

Moreover, without being returned to the furnace, it is too conspicuous and easily recognized by the original owner's friends.

The only advantage is probably that it is much cheaper than the official one.

"I only have one inferior magic sword on me now, and it's the rusty kind."

"In the future, when I have money, should I hunt for it in the market or buy it at Wanbao Building?"

Luo Chen rubbed his chin, just like in his previous life, thinking about whether to buy a BMW or a Mercedes-Benz.

Fantasy is temporary.

Working is for an afternoon.

After helping Old Daoist Chen finish processing the talismans, he hurried to purchase the raw materials he wanted to buy.

After several large purchases in a row, he had negotiated with the sellers to keep things for him as much as possible.

So, although the time was short, he finally spent all the one hundred and some spirit stones.

That was really, not a single cent left!

All-in is a kind of wisdom.

Luo Chen never lacked the courage to go all-in, especially in the initial stage; even if he lost everything, it was just starting over.

When he returned home carrying a large snake-skin bag, the sky turned dark again.

Luo Chen strode on the dirt road in the outer city area, humming a sentence or two from time to time.

"I cannot drift with the tide, for the sake of the longevity I love."

Suddenly, Luo Chen's steps stopped.

Under the moonlight, four people blocked his front.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, killing people and seizing treasures, is it finally my turn?

Luo Chen's heart sank to the bottom of the Lancang River with a thud.