Start with a blood-drinking sword and destroy the world of immortal cultivation

On the third day of the store opening, more people flocked to Ye Buwen's unprofitable store.

"What is the grand prize today?"

"Level 3 unicorn tail bone."

"Damn, isn't it a second-grade monster? How come a third-grade one has come out?"

"The boss is capable. A lot of beads have been added. Do you still want to draw?"

"Why not? That's the stuff of a third-grade monster. It's hard to find even for a foundation-building cultivator. Everyone has good luck, so why can't I be that lucky person?"

Zhu Mingwu looked at the crowd of people who were full of confidence and was a little shocked.

Is this a newly opened store?

Why are there more people than those famous chambers of commerce, and everyone is excited.

"A kid at the third level of Qi Refining? Whose young master is that?"

"I'm not a young master. Just treat me as an ordinary employee."

"Tsk, I don't even bother to care about you. Just do your job well. If you don't do it well, I don't care who your young master is."

"Consign a piece of ore."

Zhu Mingwu took out a small mirror and observed the ore carefully.

After a while, he said, "The content of cold iron ore is 45%, the weight is not high, and the recommended selling price is 9 spirit stones."

"Stop dithering, sell it for 11 spirit stones."

"But..." Zhu Mingwu wanted to say something, Lin Murong squeezed over.

"Okay, I'll help you immediately. I'll charge you a 30% service fee based on the price, which will be deducted after settlement."

Zhu Mingwu was puzzled: "Didn't you say that we should ensure the price is fair? How can you let him add two more spirit stones?"

"The things belong to others, they can set any price they want, we just suggest."

Secretly, Lin Murong sent a message to Zhu Mingwu: "Now that we have just opened, there are a group of people selling low-priced items to fill the pool and gamble on their luck. Don't take it too seriously, just collect the money."

"It will get hot later and people will consign precious items and curse people, you have to withstand the pressure and carefully identify them. The later you get, the slower the pace will be, don't let this crystal ball be drawn too quickly."

Zhu Mingwu nodded.

Compared with the hot lottery, the area selling things on the other side is less crowded, but there are also some people who are not in a hurry to line up and hang out here.

Compared with the boring queue, it is more interesting to look at the goods.

"Are you selling these things?"

A monk said to the person standing in front of the goods with the owner's sign.

"Yes, these are my personal collections. Although the grade is not high, they are all high-quality goods. I really don't want to sell them at a low price."

The monk sighed: "This boss is really a weirdo. He doesn't sell goods in his own store and lets others sell them."

"He should charge money."

Speaking of this, the monk complained: "It's too expensive to charge, 30 spirit stones a day, I also want to sell things, so I choose to take a chance."

He wanted to choose 5% of sales.

After this, he found that each charge for this service corresponds to different goods value and services.

30 spirit stones is the most basic. If the value of the goods is less than 600, 30 spirit stones must be selected.

Only goods with a value of more than 600 Lingshi are eligible to choose 5% sales commission or 15 Lingshi 2.5% sales commission.

Because there is a commission, there will be store appraisers to help with pricing and even sales.

"30 Lingshi, it's a bit expensive, but there are many people here, so it's easy to sell. If there are few people and it's time to close, I'll go ask around."

"Fellow Daoist, tell me what your treasures are, maybe there's something I like."

"No problem, if you're interested, I'll tell you about it."

"Do you know this first-grade inferior spiritual medicine, Ganoderma lucidum?"

"I know, what's so strange about that."

The monk looked at it carefully and couldn't help cursing: "Damn, you're selling it for 30 Lingshi, you must be crazy about Lingshi."

"Don't rush to refute, Do you know how old this Ganoderma is?"

"How many?"

"150 years."

The monk shook his head regretfully: "Shit-like grade, gold-like time."

"But it's useless. There's not much difference between alchemy and those under 10 years old. Even if the alchemist has high quality requirements, he will only choose 3 to 10 years old for the first-grade inferior spiritual medicine."

"I finally found such a rare flower, and you asked me to sell it at the price of 10 years. I'm not willing to do that."

The monk looked regretful, and then was taken to see other items.

Then he really liked an item and bought it.

The owner was relieved immediately.

The first one he opened the door was also satisfactory.

Not long after, a monk throwing a spirit stone came over.

"I want your 150-year-old wood Ganoderma. It is very suitable for my body training requirements for practicing longevity skills."

The monk handed over the spirit stone, took the spiritual medicine and left without saying a word.

The owner looked confused. Didn't he even bargain?

However, the elixir of Jinshi Shipin was sold at a good price, and his worry was finally relieved.

It was worth it, and he had kept it for so long.

Not long after, as more and more people came, the fine goods he kept for himself were immediately taken away at the price he wanted.

On the other hand, the lottery was at its hottest, and it was also the hottest time for transactions.

The monks began to squeeze and count the number of people.

In order to compete for the best lottery position, the monks began to cheat each other.

The later you compete in this lottery game, the greater your chance.

In order to avoid junk goods filling the number of draws, Ye Buwen modified the lottery queue rules.

Each stage of the lottery stipulates the minimum consignment price, and you cannot continue to draw if the price is not reached.

And there is a corresponding upper limit for the number of draws in each stage.

This is also the will of the people, and the monks themselves proposed to modify the rules.

In order to draw something, first of all, we must prevent others from taking advantage of loopholes.

Because the next day, a guy calculated the number of draws, partnered with someone, occupied the position, and used 20 pieces of junk items to buy and sell 40 draws.

This caused a lot of dissatisfaction among many people, and even a group fight.

Ye Buwen had to come forward to modify the rules, and by the way, let others see how powerful he was as a store owner.

He punched the people who were fighting, knocked them all unconscious, knocked out a front tooth, and threw them out.

However, Ye Buwen estimated that this rule would be exploited again in a short time.

Never underestimate people's wisdom.

Especially when facing a wave of opportunities to make money.

However, Ye Buwen was not worried about these. No matter how the monks who were competing for the position in the lottery fought openly and secretly, he would not lose.

Another day of opening the store ended.

Ye Buwen came out of the house to calculate the harvest and sort out the account book.

Although he knew how many spirit stones he could earn every day, he still had to calculate the account carefully.

In order to avoid being taken advantage of.

Zhu Mingwu looked at Ye Buwen puzzledly and said: "Boss, your business is so good, but I don't think you make much money."

"A smart and stable businessman makes money with the lowest risk. The greater the return, the greater the risk. The more you think about expanding your return, the greater your risk will be, even exceeding your return."

Ye Buwen, who has survived several bosses, has a deep understanding of this matter.

"Sure enough, he is young and promising, and he is a man of Taoism."

An old man with full energy and wearing clothes from Xingchen Auction House walked in.

The old man's white hair was erected with a hat, his figure was straight, and he looked a little thin under the loose clothes. There was a gold ring crystal lens on the chest of his clothes. He was dressed very decently, and every step he took was slow and elegant.

This temperament all over the body, at a glance, it can be seen that he is a sophisticated and knowledgeable person.

"Ancestor."

Zhu Mingwu and his maid said respectfully to the old man.

Ye Buwen glanced at the top of the old man's head and didn't care too much.

"Welcome, what do you want to buy."