Chapter 581

'However, a small profit is still a profit.'

The big monk comforted himself in his heart and reached out to take the Mao Yeyey from Feng Baobao's hand.

Even a mosquito's leg is meat, after all!

"Slow down!"

At this moment, a low and powerful voice rang in the ears of the two, and the actions of giving and receiving money were temporarily suspended.

"Jie, Chulan, you're here."

Seeing the newcomers, Feng Baobao was very excited.

Who else could it be but Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan, who discovered Feng Baobao was lost and came to find her?

"Look quickly, the speckled red glaze beads that are destined for me, made from the inner core of a ten-thousand-year qilin,

crafted with years of the master's hard work, and possessing the creation of heaven and earth and endless benefits!"

Feng Baobao pointed at the glaze beads still in the big monk's hand and introduced them to Zhang Jie and the other with great interest.

This behavior was quite like a child showing off a novel toy to their playmates.

"Inner core of a ten-thousand-year qilin, meticulously crafted by a master?"

Listening to these adjectives, Zhang Jie was noncommittal, while Zhang Chulan was speechless.

Meticulously crafted by a master, fine; most masters in the extraordinary world are true masters with cultivation,

unlike those "masters" among ordinary people who rely on a monk's outfit to swindle and bluff.

But where did this ten-thousand-year qilin inner core come from?

The qilin is a legendary divine beast; there has never been any confirmation of its existence, let alone its inner core.

Besides, even if there really were a qilin, who could take its inner core?

Ten thousand years—even a pig would probably have turned into Marshal Tianpeng, let alone a legendary divine beast like a qilin.

In short, this monk was fooling Feng Baobao.

"Master, is this speckled red glaze bead string of yours real?"

Zhang Chulan questioned him directly.

"Amitabha."

The big monk put his hands together, chanted another Buddhist name, and looked solemn and dignified:

"A monk does not tell lies."

Although he didn't answer directly, the answer was obvious.

"Then is it genuine and guaranteed?"

Zhang Chulan was relentless and aggressive.

"Amitabha..."

The big monk got stuck.

What he was selling was a fake, so what he was guaranteeing was also fake.

However, he was also an old hand who had been in the extraordinary world for many years; how could he be stumped by this small question from Zhang Chulan?

He saw that his face didn't change color, and his expression became even more compassionate:

"This item is heaven-made; one cannot see its true appearance unless one is a destined person."

The implication is, even if you buy it and it's fake, it has nothing to do with me; it's entirely because you and the divine object have no destiny.

"The master is absolutely right; I am that destined person!"

Feng Baobao was clearly fooled by the big monk and agreed completely.

Zhang Chulan now only had one sentence to say, exactly the same as Zhuge the villager in the TV series "Romance of the Three Kingdoms":

I have never seen such a shameless person!

Zhang Jie also curled the corners of his mouth slightly: selling fakes and being able to say it so freshly and refinedly—this bald thief is also a talent.

He flicked his finger, and an invisible force shot out, hitting the bead string.

Crack.

Countless cracks spread across the "speckled red glaze beads," and the next moment it split into several pieces and fell to the ground.

"The glaze beads broke?"

Feng Baobao watched this scene blankly.

It's already split; how can it still be destined for her?

Thinking about it made her brain hurt, as if she were about to grow a brain.

Zhang Chulan looked at the fragments of the bead string on the ground and laughed: "Master, this speckled red glaze bead string of yours, blessed by your master's master

and made from a ten-thousand-year qilin inner core, is a bit brittle; it cracked under the scorching sun."

Beans of cold sweat broke out on the big monk's oily, smooth face.

This was clearly the work of an expert!

This invisible attack could silently shatter the glaze beads, so it could naturally also secretly explode his head.

Although this is Long Hu Shan, fearing the majesty of the Tian Shi Fu and the Old Tian Shi, no one dared to kill here,

so he wouldn't be in danger of his life, but if he still refused to admit it, he wouldn't be able to escape some suffering.

Trembling, the big monk found a barely passable excuse:

"Amitabha, this bead string couldn't withstand the noble aura of you distinguished guests and shattered on its own."

At this time, Zhang Jie spoke calmly: "Master, walk slowly, I won't see you off."

"Distinguished benefactors, this old monk will take his leave."

Recognizing who had made the move, the big monk didn't dare to linger here any longer; he rolled up his bundle and ran away in a puff of smoke.

"Brother Jie, are we just letting him go like this?"

Zhang Chulan was a bit indignant.

Such blatant fraud, and even scamming Sister Bao'er—

this is no longer an ordinary scammer; we must deliver a heavy blow!

Zhang Chulan felt that the police station in the North China region might be able to squeeze out a single room for him,

letting him have ten days or half a month of free Company meals.

Perhaps the light diet provided by the Company cafeteria would help this big fat monk lose some weight.

Zhang Jie glanced at Zhang Chulan speechlessly:

"He didn't rob anyone; it was a business deal based on mutual consent, and the amount wasn't large, so what else can we do to him?"

This big monk's behavior was a bit similar to the famous scene and meme of "Gazi stealing dogs" and the "Pan-Ga friendship" where he left behind, "The water here is too deep,

you can't handle it, let Uncle Pan come," during a live-stream sales event before he crossed over.

Netizens who know about Gazi's sales experience often have this doubt:

—Gazi sold so much fake alcohol of high price and poor quality, why wasn't he invited to drink tea?

There is a small error here, and that is that the alcohol Gazi sold wasn't fake.

He just ordered a batch of alcohol from some small distilleries, packaged it to look high-end,

like XO or Rémy Martin, and then marked it with a high price to cut leeks.

Can you say that alcohol is fake? It's not fake; it's just alcohol.

If you want to say it's a good deal, it's just cheap goods produced by a small distillery; Gazi just made a small profit of eighty or ninety percent.

And Gazi isn't breaking the law by doing this; after all, no law states that ordinary alcohol cannot be sold at a high price.

Those wealthy people are still tipping internet streamers hundreds of thousands or millions.

The main point is that it's all based on mutual consent.

Of course, Gazi was eventually invited to drink tea because he live-streamed while wearing his uncle's uniform.

"Understood, Brother Jie."

Zhang Chulan also came to his senses and knew his reaction was too extreme.

Zhang Jie didn't blame him either; although because of his appearance,

Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao didn't become master and servant,

but after spending these days together, the bond between Lan and Bao had clearly formed,

and Zhang Chulan had already begun to take over the responsibility of protecting Feng Baobao from Xu San, Xu Si, and other Xu family members; this was purely a case of being overly concerned.

"My speckled red glaze bead string made from the inner core of a ten-thousand-year qilin..."

Feng Baobao still couldn't let go of her "opportunity," squatting on the ground looking at the fragments of the glaze beads, muttering to herself.

"Sister Bao'er, this isn't some speckled red glaze bead string made from a ten-thousand-year qilin inner core;

this is just a glass bead string made of red glass." Zhang Chulan explained to Feng Baobao with a bitter smile.

"Jie?"

Feng Baobao turned her head to look at Zhang Jie.

Over these days, Zhang Jie's reliable image had already taken root in her heart.

"Chulan is right; this is a glass bead string made of red glaze, which counts as a kind of modern handicraft."

Zhang Jie nodded, agreeing with Zhang Chulan's judgment.

This big monk didn't even want to spend money to scam people; at least use red crystal!

Red glass or something—isn't it just the same as the colored glass balls used when playing marbles with playmates as a child?