Phi-Fic Chapter 403 Look at my pottery jar
Chapter 403 Look at my pottery jar
Wang Qiye then waved his hand gently, and the 12 sixth-level alchemy furnaces instantly fell into his storage bag. His movements were clean and neat, without any delay.
This time he only brought 2000 million spirit stones and those fifth-tier alchemy furnaces, and the rest of the money came from Duanmu Lan's pocket.
She sold a furnace of anti-aging pills, plus the income from other fifth-grade pills, and brought all of them this time, a total of more than 810 million spirit stones, a typical rich woman.
The two followed the fat man up to the fourth floor. The light in the corridor was a little dim.
The plump fat man was still smiling. He stretched out his hand to open a glass cabinet, and saw a lot of small square boxes neatly stacked inside, filling up the entire cabinet. These were the blind boxes of the fifth-level talisman pens.
Wang Qiye was a bit casual about this kind of thing which he couldn't use. He just reached out and grabbed the five square boxes connected together and quickly pulled them out.
I had no luck in the previous few blind box draws, but this time I finally got lucky and drew a top-level fifth-tier talisman pen that sells for 200 million yuan, two that sell for 100 million yuan, and two that are only available among the fifth-tier talisman pens, which are priced at the bottom at only 80 yuan.
"Congratulations to both of you! You actually won the grand prize." The plump fat man congratulated with a smile on his face.
Wang Qiye just nodded indifferently, then carefully put away the five talisman pens. He had already made up his mind to hand them over to Hu Mingyue after returning and let her deal with it.
Seeing that the matter was over, Wang Qiye and Duanmu Lan went downstairs.
No. 37 was still like in a dream at this time. He walked lightly and the mountains of spirit stones kept appearing in his mind. He could not believe that all this was real.
It was her years of professionalism that allowed her to walk in a straight line and lead the way carefully in front.
It was already night, and many stalls were already set up in the square. On the first day, two-thirds of the stalls in the square were set up, and the black market business was still as good as ever.
The two were not in a hurry to go back, but strolled leisurely in this bustling square.
Suddenly, a stall caught Wang Qiye's attention. It was so attractive that he could no longer look away from it.
It was a small and exquisite bottle on the stall, in which ten pure souls were quietly placed. The souls emitted a faint and mysterious light, as if silently telling something.
Wang Qiye walked over quickly, squatted down without hesitation, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "How much?" His eyes were full of eagerness and desire.
Dahei has eaten this thing several times over the years. Judging from the way he rolls around happily after eating it each time, this thing does have some benefits for him.
Wang Qiye certainly understood that the stall owner had collected so many pure souls, and that their origins must be shady. But he himself was not much better, and he had no idea how many souls he had devoured and digested.
So this bottle is just a few mouthfuls of food to him.
"A total of 11 spirit stones, not sold individually." The man hiding behind the full-face mask opposite also spoke in a hoarse voice. The voice seemed to come from a deep cave, with a hint of mystery and indifference.
"It's too expensive. They're all sold for 1 yuan each." Wang Qiye frowned and tried to bargain.
"If it was 10,000 each, I would have sold them all long ago. Why would I wait until now?" The person on the other side spoke with a hint of impatience, as if he was dissatisfied with Wang Qiye's bargaining behavior.
Wang Qiye nodded. He had some understanding of the price of a pure soul.
What the stall owner said made sense. As long as a pure soul worth less than 1 spirit stones appeared on the market, it would be immediately bought by the mysterious person. The stall owner had been waiting until now just to earn a few more spirit stones.
"Pay it." Wang Qiye turned and said to Duanmu Lan beside him.
It’s okay if it’s ten thousand more. This bottle is enough for Dahei to use for the next year.
Duanmu Lan counted the spirit stones quickly without any hesitation, then flicked his wrist slightly and threw the storage bag containing the spirit stones accurately to the stall owner.
The stall owner took the storage bag, his eyes focused and cautious. After counting it carefully, he nodded with satisfaction, sorted the spirit stones, and then handed over an empty storage bag and a small bottle containing the soul.
Wang Qiye reached out and steadily put these things into his arms.
"You two, what do you think of this clay jar?" Wang Qiye and Duanmu Lan were about to get up and leave when they were stopped anxiously by a stall owner next to them.
The stall owner watched eagerly, and saw that the transaction at the stall next door was completed easily. He knew in his heart that these two were wealthy people, and they didn't even blink an eye when making a deal of one hundred thousand spirit stones.
I'm really lucky. If these two people like my stuff, I can close my stall and go home earlier.
Hearing this, the two of them raised their eyes, their gaze fell on the pottery jar on his stall, and began to look at it carefully.
The two of them just glanced at each other and then stared at each other.
From the appearance of this pottery jar on the stall owner's stall, you can indeed feel that it is unusual.
But it is hard to explain what is so special about it.
and.
This pottery jar is actually spliced together!
Wang Qiye and Duanmu Lan almost laughed out loud, but they had to hold it back.
These people figured out a way to fake it in such a short time since the spliced alchemy furnace was sold on the black market. They are really amazing.
Wang Qiye and Duanmu Lan don’t think that divine artifacts are common objects on the street that they can find at a bargain price.
Needless to say, this spliced pottery jar is definitely a 100% fake.
Although it looked a little special, the two had no intention of buying it.
Wang Qiye suppressed his laughter and asked, "How much is the price in spirit stones?"
"Only one hundred thousand, not a cent more or less." The stall owner was firm in his attitude, his eyes fixed on Wang Qiye.
"It's too expensive. If it were 10 spirit stones, I would buy it and plant some flowers or something." Wang Qiye said jokingly.
The stall owner was surprised when he heard this, and he muttered to himself, "These two people actually figured it out. This shouldn't be possible."
He glanced at the pottery jar twice again, and after confirming it again and again, he waved his hands impatiently at the two men, as if to drive away a fly.
Seeing this, the two shrugged, smiled at each other, stood up and left without hesitation.
However, not long after the two of them left, a monk, with an excited face, as if he had discovered a rare treasure, hurriedly came to the stall owner's stall.
"Stall owner, how much do you want for this?" A loud voice came, revealing a bit of anxiety.
The stall owner perked up when he saw that there was another customer coming. "Only 100,000, no more, no less." He raised his voice, his tone firm and forceful.
The man was very fond of the pottery jar. He looked at it again and again, and said with a troubled look on his face, "I only have 80,000 yuan on me."
The stall owner frowned, rolled his eyes and said, "No, brother, I can't sell it. Do you have any valuables? You can mortgage them to me."
"I came in a hurry and only brought a knife passed down from my ancestors, but it's worth fifty thousand."
As the burly monk spoke, he took out a third-level magic weapon from his storage bag, his eyes full of reluctance, and handed it over cautiously. "Be careful, don't break it."
The stall owner nodded, and after just a cursory glance at the already patinated knife, he couldn't wait to say, "Brother, it can be exchanged for 50,000. Give me another 50,000 spirit stones. I will wait for you here next year. Bring the 50,000 spirit stones and redeem your knife."
The burly monk was delighted to hear this and quickly handed over 50,000 spirit stones. Then he held the pottery jar as if he had obtained a priceless treasure and left at full speed.
The stall owner also quickly cleaned up his stall. He moved as fast as the wind. After a few flashes, his figure disappeared in the bustling square like a ghost.
Everyone in the black market was dressed the same, wearing full-face masks, making it difficult to distinguish their faces. In this sea of people, there was no trace of the stall owner.
At this moment on the mountain road, two people were walking away from the black market.
The two of them happened to be heading south and north respectively.
Heading south was a large monk covered in a black robe.
He flew for a whole day before finally stopping in a remote corner and hiding carefully.
He couldn't wait to take out the pottery jar and threw it to the ground. Looking at the shattered pottery jar, his eyes turned red instantly.
His face was as gloomy as the bottom of a pot. He angrily picked up the broken parts and roared through gritted teeth.
“It’s just a layer of paint!”
"You dare to lie to me, don't let me catch you next time, or I will make you pay for it!"
The one heading north was also a monk covered in a black robe. Who else could it be but the stall owner?
He also galloped all the way for a whole day, and finally stopped in a quiet forest, and then carefully hid in a secret tree hole.
At the black market, he was in a hurry to complete the deal and had no time to take a closer look. It was only at this moment that he pulled out the ancestral sword and examined it carefully.
When he saw a tiny crack in the middle of the knife, he felt dizzy and muttered in disbelief: "No way?"
"Did you run into someone you were working for?"
He was completely unwilling, and with a slight force, the ancestral sword suddenly broke into two pieces.
He was so angry that he gritted his teeth. The 5-yuan ancestral third-grade sword could only be sold for 3600 spirit stones, the price of scrap metal.
"But after deducting my own cost of 4.36 spirit stones, I still made spirit stones this time. Next year, I'll go and scam another person. This business is so easy to make money." While comforting himself, he was planning his next scam in his mind.