Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 134 6 Art Stall Selling Goods

noon

The wind is gentle and the sun is shining brightly.

The Qingyun Peak Activity Square was crowded with tourists, and the vendors' street stalls were set up randomly, but it did not affect the atmosphere of the Six Arts Competition at all.

"Candied haws and frozen pears."

"Freshly made elixir, good for beauty, only 10 spirit stones per pill."

"The magic weapon just arrived, it's still warm, if you don't believe me, try touching it!"

The bustling and lively Six Arts Competition Square was bustling with people. The streets were lined with shops with colorful flags flying and eye-catching signs. The shops displayed a wide variety of goods, from animal bones and furs to jewelry, from magic tools and elixirs to battle flags and talismans.

The sounds of shouting and bargaining, mixed with the aroma of snack stalls, made people feel the strong atmosphere of the market. The monks either stopped to watch or carefully selected the items they liked.

From time to time, jugglers performed on the streets, attracting crowds of onlookers and cheers. The melodious sound of guqin and graceful singing came from the teahouses and pubs on the street, adding a touch of elegance to the entire Liuyi Square.

Today is the first day of the Six Arts Competition and also the ninth day of Wang Qiye's treatment. Looking at the six yellow flags, Wang Qiye felt very close to them.

"I, Hu Hansan, am back!"

After shouting loudly and finding no one paying attention, Wang Qiye didn't care. He casually walked into a street and followed the flow of people, moving forward. As he walked, he was thinking about where to find an empty space to set up the stall.

It would be too late to come here at noon. There is no other way. I am a patient now. I calculated that I would need two more days of treatment. The injury would be almost healed. I felt relieved.

"what."

Wang Qiye, who was walking, walked towards a street stall, grabbed an object on the stall and started asking.

"Boss, how do you sell this?"

"Ten spiritual stones."

The dozing young man yawned while holding one hand while answering. Seeing that he just picked up a mask, he didn't seem very enthusiastic.

"It's too expensive. This is just the leftover material."

Wang Qiye carefully looked at the mask in his hand. Yes, it was the Raven Mask he had used before. In his heart, he was thinking whether to put on the mask. Although it would still be exposed when transferring money, at least it would not be so conspicuous.

"If it's not leftovers, how could it be sold at this price?"

The young stall owner was a little uninterested and said something casually.

"Boss, I also want to set up a street stall. Does this Liuyi Plaza have any requirements for setting up stalls?"

Wang Qiye did not put down the mask in his hand and began to ask himself the purpose of this trip.

"What are the requirements for setting up a street stall here? You see, those who rent a house to do business only need to pay one spiritual stone for rent every day. To set up a street stall, all you need is a piece of rag and find an empty space."

The young boss yawned again. Seeing that the young man was asking questions all over the place but not buying anything, he was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Nine spiritual stones, but you have to give me a piece of cloth for the stall."

Wang Qiye made a concession. Of course he had some cloth. He also had piles of sundries that he had kept in a storage bag and hadn't had time to sort out. But in just 7 or 8 years, after the Skull Mountain incident, the Black Raven Mask had risen back to its original price. He was a little unconvinced. If he wasn't in a hurry, he would have had to bargain today.

"to make."

Seeing that the boy was willing to buy and the price was not too outrageous, the young stall owner agreed, took out a piece of black cloth from his storage bag and handed it to him.

"Contribution points transfer."

"Qinglan Peak White Curtain."

Wang Qiye put the mask directly on his face, picked up the black cloth and put it into the storage bag. Then he operated the identity jade pendant and transferred 9 contribution points to the stall owner.

"Got it. If you need a mask in the future, the price is negotiable. Just come to Qinglan Peak to find me."

The young stall owner smiled happily when he saw the spiritual stones arrived.

"By the way, Senior Brother Bai, do I need to pay taxes for setting up a street stall?"

I just remembered that I almost forgot to ask this. It would be terrible if I make a fool of myself again.

"Haha, you're joking, Junior Brother. This isn't a market town. It's just a temporary plaza for activities. Why would we collect taxes here?"

"Oh, that's great. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After bidding farewell to the Qinglan Peak Baimu, Wang Qiye followed the flow of people and quickly looked for a place to set up a stall. Of course, there were no good places left, as these people had come early in the morning to take up positions.

After walking around two streets, I finally found an empty space. The stall owner probably didn't have much stuff, so he had already sold out the things that were waiting for him, so he closed the stall. Otherwise, this good location near the store would definitely not be vacant.

Wang Qiye walked quickly to the empty space, quickly occupied a position, took out the newly acquired black cloth from the storage bag, shook his hands, spread it out, casually took 10 magic weapons and placed them on it, then placed a storage bag in the middle, and then sat directly on the ground.

The place has just been set up and there are no customers yet, so Wang Qiye is not in a hurry. He has nothing to do, so he counts his belongings.

112 storage bags, 264 magic weapons, 6731 spirit stones, and contribution points.

The Red Rain and the Colored Glass Ball had not been auctioned yet. Although Wang Qiye did not know the auction techniques of this world, based on his experience in playing games in the past, he knew that in this auction, he had to time it and bid at the last minute to catch the other party off guard before he could make the final decision.

"Hey, how much are the storage bags?"

A fat monk squatted down, grabbed the storage bag on the ground, and looked around.

"950 Spiritual Stones."

It is sold in the vending machine in the Equipment Refining Hall, and the price is 1000 Spirit Stones. Of course, Wang Qiye is not stupid enough to ask for 1000 Spirit Stones.

I didn't expect that the business would come so quickly. It seems that this storage bag is a standard item. Everyone needs it, so naturally the demand is high. After the basic foundation-building cultivators have their first magical instrument, they will consider this storage bag as the second item.

"If there is still a little less, I will buy it if the price drops a little more."

The fat monk was very satisfied with the size of the storage bag. It was produced in a regular workshop and the specifications were exactly the same as he knew.

After all, this was the first business order. Wang Qiye thought it would be a good start and was about to quote a new price.

"I'll offer 955 Spiritual Stones."

A thin monk was obviously attracted by the fat monk's loud voice, and squatted down with a determined look.

"I'll offer 960 Spiritual Stones."

The fat monk really wanted to slap himself hard at this moment. Why did he have to ask so many questions? As a result, he attracted competitors and failed to lower the price. Instead, he paid more spirit stones. He immediately became ruthless and quoted a new price, glaring at the thin monk.

"I'll offer 965 Spiritual Stones."

Another voice came from above their heads. Unexpectedly, their loud quarrel had attracted the attention of passers-by, and everyone gathered over to watch.

When Wang Qiye saw that his stall had become the focus, his mouth curled up and he was instantly delighted. He nodded to the big man with a knife on his back who was offering the new quotation as a greeting.

"970 yuan."

The thin man looked up at the newly emerged competitor and could only scare him off with words.

"975 Spiritual Stones."

The big man with a big knife on his back and a stubble on his face quoted a new price without hesitation.

Seeing more and more people gathering around, the fat monk knew that he would not be able to get the storage bag. He could only sigh in his heart, put the storage bag in his hand on the stall, and immediately stood up to leave.

"Hey, don't leave?"

Wang Qiye saw that the fat monk was about to leave, so he quickly called out to him to stop.

"Why, stall owner, are you still going to sell the same thing three times?"

The fat monk sneered and shook his head at his childish behavior.

The thin monk and the big man with a knife on his back also looked puzzled. They looked up and down at the young man who was wearing a black raven mask and only half of his face could be seen, with a look of confusion on their faces.

Wang Qiye did not answer, but directly took out three more storage bags and placed them on the stall, shouting in a loud voice so that the people standing behind and watching the fun could hear him.

"A storage bag is 950 Spirit Stones each. No bargaining or price increase. First come, first served."

Everyone's eyes lit up and their attention was momentarily attracted by the four storage bags.

"I."

"I want one."

"I also want."

The fat monk who was closest quickly grabbed one, and the thin monk also grabbed one. The monk with a knife on his back pushed the two of them away and, relying on his physical advantage, also grabbed one. The last one was also grabbed by a monk who squeezed in from behind.

"Qiye, the king of Qingzhu Peak."

Wang Qiye shouted casually and didn't have time to deal with the four anymore. He took advantage of the fact that there were many people around and became the focus of attention, and took out two storage bags and placed them on the stall.

The onlookers, who were already feeling a little disappointed and were about to disperse, were suddenly dazzled by the sight.

"hiss"

The monk carrying a knife on his back took a deep breath. He didn't expect that this Taoist was so powerful. He operated the identity jade pendant and transferred 950 contribution points to him.

"It has been forwarded. Please check it. Qingwu Peak, Bai Han."

The big man with a knife on his back bowed and told his name so that he could have a good impression of him when they met again in the future.

The remaining three monks also completed the transfer quickly and left their names one by one, hoping to become familiar with this guy when they meet him in the future.

Wang Qiye was overjoyed when he saw the four 950 yuan payments coming into his account. However, he did not move his magic weapon. It seemed that he was still waiting for the storage bag to be delivered. By then, all the magic weapons would be put on the vending machine. After watching the four people leave and a few more people squeezed in, Wang Qiye perked up.