novelaction Chapter 135: Did they rob the vending machine?
Chapter 135: Did they rob the vending machine?
"Brother, how much is this gold-type earth-type iron spear?"
"Brother, I need a storage bag."
"I want a storage bag, too."
The two storage bags that had just been put on the table were bought out instantly. The two new monks were very efficient and directly transferred 950 contribution points before getting up and leaving.
"Magic weapon 260, and it's still % new."
Wang Qiye happily quoted a price, which was also the price he had always used. But he was not slow in his hands, and took out two storage bags and placed them on the stall.
The man holding the spear felt his hand tremble for a moment, but he still pretended to be calm and continued bargaining.
"It's too expensive. If it was a gold or fire element magic weapon, I could still give it 230, but now I'm only willing to pay 180 spirit stones."
Baimu of Qingwu Peak, who had already walked some distance, just wanted to remember the face of the Black Raven boy again, but he happened to see Wang Qiye taking out two new storage bags and was stunned for a moment.
"Wait a moment, I'll look for it."
Wang Qiye rummaged through the remaining magic weapons and actually found a magic weapon of the gold and fire elements, but it was a halberd, so he took it out.
"Look at this one. They are all spare magic weapons. We can use them as is."
The round-faced monk took it and was startled. His first-level magic weapon was broken when he killed a monster a few days ago. He usually used a second-level magic weapon and a first-level magic weapon together. This way, the second-level magic weapon would have less wear and tear. Maybe when he formed a pill, the second-level magic weapon would still be 7% new. Whether he kept the second-level magic weapon as a backup or sold it, it would be worth a good price. This is also the current situation of most people in the cultivation world. They all do this. Except for a few rich people or those with superb strength, no one dares to be so extravagant.
"This one is only 400% new, but I want both of them. A total of spirit stones, this price is already acceptable."
The round-faced monk was not frightened by the seven storage bags. His persistence in the spirit stones helped him overcome his fear. This was a rare opportunity during the Six Arts Festival. He might not be able to encounter such a chance to find a bargain again in the future.
"alright."
The other party bought two at once. Wang Qiye naturally knew what the other party was planning. Spare magic weapons were essential and had to be handy. Buying two would save time looking for them next time, and there might not be such a favorable price next time.
There was no need to worry about a dozen spirit stones. Looking at the four cultivators who squeezed through the crowd and squatted down, Wang Qiye quickly sent them away.
"Brother, turn around."
The round-faced man happily put the two magical weapons into his storage bag, then stood up and left.
Wang Qiye looked at the storage bag on the other person's waist with regret and thought to himself what a pity. If this round-faced monk didn't have a storage bag, maybe he could sell him one more.
There were only two storage bags, but three hands stretched out, and none of them gave in.
"Don't worry, everyone. There's more."
Wang Qiye laughed loudly under the mask, then took out two new storage bags and placed them on the stall.
"Brother, did you rob the vending machine in the Equipment Refining Hall? So many storage bags?"
A hand grabbed the storage bag and looked at it carefully, and spoke out loud.
The crowd watching was also a little excited. Which one was this? The tenth?
"Selling on behalf of others. We just came out of the secret realm. They all thought it was too much trouble, so I volunteered to take on this job and earn some hard-earned money."
It was impossible for Wang Qiye to tell the truth, but fortunately everyone was more receptive to a lie, and the looks from the onlookers softened a bit.
"So it's a sales agent. I'm scared. Brother, 950 has been transferred."
A monk paid the bill, picked up a storage bag from the stall, and tied it directly around his waist. He no longer looked nervous, and left calmly.
The people behind were no longer so anxious. The young man probably had more than just these storage bags, and he also set his eyes on the other magical weapons on the stall.
"Brother, how much do you want to sell this sword?"
"260% new, , this price is already very cheap."
After seeing off three people who bought storage bags and earning three batches of 950 contribution points, Wang Qiye felt a little bit overwhelmed.
"The sword tassel is gone, so I have to reduce it by 10 spirit stones. I will have to spend time to get another one later."
"Row."
Wang Qiye cursed in his heart, "What kind of sword tassel is so expensive?"
"Look at this handle, it's a little faded, and it will cost 10 spirit stones."
The monk continued to search to see if there was any problem with this magic weapon which was 90% new.
"Junior brother, that's the oil from the hand pan, it will fall off after washing."
"What? Hand oil? I'm a germaphobe. I'll need a deep clean later. I don't care. I'll have to deduct another 10 spirit stones."
The corners of Wang Qiye's mouth twitched. He was so angry that he couldn't utter a word and cursed in his heart.
"There is still a scratch here, which really affects the user experience."
"Come on, Junior Brother, the scratch is only one centimeter long. If you don't look carefully, you can't even see it."
Wang Qiye couldn't bear it anymore and complained.
"This also affects the user's performance. It makes me feel even more uncomfortable. I have to cut a big deal. Just 180 spirit stones. You don't have to compensate me for my mental damages."
The Qi-refining monk holding the magic weapon felt extremely aggrieved, and spoke indignantly and refused to give in.
"Pay the money and get out of here!"
Wang Qiye's eyes showed disgust, as if he had swallowed a fly. This guy just stood there, so that others could only stand behind him and watch. The stall was not big to begin with, and at most two people squeezed in at a time, which completely affected his sales.
Fearing that he would continue to pester her, which would result in even greater losses, Wang Qiye waved his hand in disdain and sent him away as soon as possible.
"Brother, please give me some pointers."
The Qi-refining monk took off the bag on his back and stacked 180 spirit stones on the stall.
"Get out of here."
Wang Qiye didn't give him a good look. With a wave of his hand, all the spirit stones flew into the storage bag.
The Qi-refining monk tied the bag back on his back. It was bulging with about 40 to 50 spirit stones left. Without further ado, he grabbed the magic weapon on the ground and left.
Two more monks squatted down, one of them grabbed the only storage bag on the stall, took a look at it, and without saying a word, directly transferred 950 contribution points, then stood up and left.
Wang Qiye took out two more storage bags to replenish the short supply, and then he grinned. Nothing could make people feel more happy than receiving a huge sum of money. Then he looked at the monk who had been staring at an axe magic weapon.
"My fellow disciple, the properties of this magic weapon don't match my taste. How much do you want to sell it for?"
The sturdy man looked honest and spoke in a stiff manner. It was obvious that he had just begun to learn how to bargain.
"What attributes do you want?"
Wang Qiye didn't say whether he had it or not. He planned to test the waters first. If he did, he would take it out. If not, he would just accept it and give him a discount.
"This one is earth and fire type, I want gold and fire type."
Wang Qiye nodded and remained silent, but in fact he had already started searching among a pile of magical weapons.
"Take a look at this one. Although it's only 5% new, I can give you a little less. How about 220 spirit stones?"
"You're selling it for 5 Spirit Stones when it's 220% new. Brother, why don't you go grab it?"
The honest man was startled and his eyes widened.
"I'll give you a price, you can pay it back, 200 is fine."
"You dare to charge so much for such a big notch on the back of this knife?"
"Things that are 5% new are like this, right? Never mind. I'll give you 190."
"The wood of this axe handle is cracked. I will have to replace it with a new one later."
"Fuck you." Cursing in his heart, Wang Qiye could only put on a smile.
"After all, it's only 5% new. You can go to the mountain and find a branch that's handy. Then you can replace it with a new one. This way, I can save you 10 spirit stones. 180 is a good deal."
“Is there still rust here?”
The honest man pointed at a stain on the axe blade and said with disgust.
"This is blood, not rust. It will be gone after you wash it off."
"What, it's blood, don't you know I faint at the sight of blood?"
The man screamed and fainted in front of the stall, looking extremely frightened and weak.
"Junior brother, are you okay?"
Wang Qiye was startled and quickly stood up to support him.
"I feel like I'm dying. Hurry up and sell me these two axes for 300 Spiritual Stones."
"Okay, okay, the human body is important, Junior Brother, you sit down and relax for a while."
The monk immediately transferred 300 contribution points over, put away the two magic weapons with a weak look on his face, and with the help of Wang Qiye, he was finally able to stand up again and walked away slowly.
As soon as this monk left the stall, two more squeezed in, not caring about the condition of the monk at all.
Wang Qiye sat cross-legged on the stall again and glanced at him worriedly. The honest monk who had looked weak just now had disappeared into the crowd in a few flashes.
"Haha, for this little bit of spiritual stone, even my acting skills have to be used."
Wang Qiye smiled bitterly. Although he was deceived, he was not discouraged at all. He took out three more magic weapons from his storage bag to fill the gap.
Next, everyone started to find all kinds of problems with the things on the stalls, as if they had discussed it before. With two people having successfully done so before, their eyes turned towards Wang Qiye with increasing enthusiasm.
One was 210% new and cost 190 contribution points, the other was % new and cost contribution points, I used them to get rid of these two.
Two more people came forward eagerly, and two people immediately lined up behind them. Looking at the bustling scene, Wang Qiye smiled.
"Brother, the glossiness of your magic weapon is not right. Did you put too little glaze ore? I tell you, you have to reduce the price by 20 spirit stones. This is cutting corners."
"Brother, the color of the tassel on this sword is wrong. It should be blue, but yours is red. This image is not good. I have to reduce it by 10 spirit stones."
"Junior brother, that's just blood stain, it will turn blue after washing."
The corners of Wang Qiye's mouth twitched, and he finally realized that something was wrong with him, but he was powerless to do anything. Are northern men not born to set up stalls?