The attraction of 2.1 million old ginseng

The quarrel with the dwarf really attracted the person in charge of the Hongxian Pavilion. Wang Fan took the opportunity to shout that his goods could not afford it, which attracted people to be surprised. Naturally, he was also very unconvinced.

He is not to blame for this. Since the establishment of Hongxian Pavilion, with the support of Taiyimen, it has developed rapidly. It has almost taken over all the business of the whole Taiyifang City. Every year, it provides a large number of cultivation resources for Taiyimen. Even the holy baby ancestors of Taiyimen have praised it many times. How can such a huge thing not afford to buy one? What's on the body?!

"Haha, Taoist friends are so confident that I don't know if they can show one or two?" The corners of the man's mouth smiled and looked disapproving.

"Maybe it's just a local bun. Why does steward Zhao listen to him play tricks?" The dwarf finally calmed down, immediately found an excuse to attack Wang Fan, and said with a sneer.

Although Wang Fan has never entered the market to buy and sell things, he also knows the rules. Sellers like him mostly trade alone with their owners. It is impossible to take out their belongings in public carelessly: "It seems that this Zhao still doesn't pay attention to me. In this case, don't blame me for not giving him face."

He thought in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help narrowing and showing anger: "Does stewer Zhao mean to let me take it out on the spot? I really looked up at the Hongxian Pavilion. I didn't even understand the basic rules of trading in the square city, but I talked about all the business in Taiyifang City. I hope I can't be so brazen about sticking money on my face. It's really embarrassing. Even I, an outsideer, feel a fever on my face.

Mr. Zhao's face immediately changed. He narrowed his eyes and his chest fluctuated sharply, but he endured it surprisingly and snorted coldly: "Taoist friends are really familiar with these rules, but it can be agreed in advance that it is a big deal to negotiate with the master alone. If what you take out is not eye-catching, don't blame me for turning over and let you Eat back what you just said." After saying that, he shook his sleeves and went to the second floor.

His tone is so unfriendly. If it is in other places, Wang Fan will definitely leave, but in Taiyifang City, if you want to get good things, it is really Hongxiang Pavilion. The so-called store bullies customers is nothing more than that.

Immediately following him to the second floor, Wang Fan found that it was no longer a hall, but divided into dozens of small rooms. In front of each room stood a concave and convex girl with a beautiful face.

"Please" stewor Zhao regained his normal color and pointed to Room 3 to make an invitation: "Precious items need to be appraised by someone. This appraisal is not free, so the appraisal fee of ten spiritual stones needs to be paid in advance."

With that, he smiled and squint at Wang Fan. The meaning is obvious: Old man, don't think that you can take advantage of it on the second floor. If the item is not good, the appraisal fee alone will make you distressed.

Wang Fan was really distressed, and he couldn't help twitching, but he had a lot of easy-looking things on his face, which made him look as usual. The only twitch looked better in the eyes of stewor Zhao as if he was disdainful.

"Damn it, did I see it wrong? This old guy is not a poor man?" Mr. Zhao's heart jumped, feeling that he had gone a little too far just now, and his eyes turned. He also said, "Of course, for the first-time guests, you can deliver the spiritual stone after the item appraisal, and you can also use the price of the item to match."

Wang Fan was reluctant to pay for it. Hearing this, he immediately said, "Since there is this rule, don't mention the appraisal fee to me now. Call the elixir appraiser first."

To be precise, an appraiser is not a profession. In those years, Li Shunzi, the outer door of Lingxiao Pavilion, was demoted to be an appraiser in the Songgu mining area for a period of time because he made a mistake. Therefore, all monks with experience in a certain field can serve as appraisers. For example, this elixirs can generally be used as pharmacists. Of course, no The guy who doesn't act as an elixir appraiser to survive must be average in refining.

Without gossip, Wang Fan just sat down. Before drinking a few sip of hot tea sent by the beautiful girl's mouth, he heard a gentle knock on the door outside the door, and then there was a "squeak" sound, and an old man with a white beard bent down and came in. Wang Fan was stunned and was waiting to stand up, but the old man called his predecessor first and respectfully saluted him.

"Damn it, Hongxian Pavilion doesn't treat me as a dish." It turned out that as soon as he looked at it, the old man turned out to be a famous eight-level monk: "Why am I also a foundation monk? Is the things I take out so unbearable?" His nose is crooked.

The old man also seemed to know that his arrival made Wang Fa quite unplealike, so he stood aside respectfully, neither urging nor talking much, and waited silently.

"Well, since Hongxian Pavilion sent you here, there must be something extraordinary." Wang Fan snorted coldly and took out a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng from the storage bag: "A ginseng plant, please identify it and see what price you can buy."

As a very common medicinal material used to refine the elixir, every monk is very familiar with ginseng, but most of what they see is a hundred-year-old and a thousand-year-old ginseng. For example, the adult ginseng with thick thighs and human-shaped facial features in Wang Fan's hands is still extremely rare.

The old man's cultivation was not high, but his strength was not low in his eyes. At first sight, he couldn't help exclaiming, and then he picked it up tremblingly and smelled it. Wang Fan was worried that he could not help but take two bites: "Isn't it a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng? Do you need to be so excited?" He despised himself secretly, and felt that Hongxian Pavilion had a name for it.

He has nearly 20 ten-thousand-year-old ginseng, and has swallowed two hundreds of thousands of years-old ginseng. Of course, he doesn't particularly care about it, but in the eyes of other monks, it is a great thing. Ling Yuntian, the teacher of Lingxiao Pavilion, when he sent Lin Qinglang and several people, he did not want to get one.

"This ginseng is at least ten thousand years old." The old man carefully put the ginseng on the table and said in a long breath, "I'm sorry for your rudeness. It's my first time to identify such a precious item. I can't make up my mind immediately. Please wait a moment." With that, it was another salute, and the wind and fire ran outside the house.

There was not much time, so I heard a burst of rapid footsteps.

"It turned out to be a distinguished guest. Please forgive me. Zhao really doesn't know Mount Tai!" Before entering the door, steward Zhao said with a smile, "This ten-thousand-year-old ginseng is excellent in quality and texture. It is an authentic wild thing. I don't know how you got it?"

The corners of Wang Fan's mouth cracked, and he smiled wildly and said, "Haha, how can I answer Mr. Zhao's question? I don't know if you can make a starting price in your cabinet?"

He avoided answering the question of how to get the old ginseng. Instead, he once again asked the starting price that Hongxiange could not come out, which made Zhao's stewmaker unhappy for a while. He secretly scolded his mother, but he still smiled: "Haha, although this ginseng is a rare thing, it can indeed be called a boutique. But it's not a problem for me, Hongxian Pavilion. We want it. It's a price of 500 spiritual stones.

As we all know, even the foundation monks can't save a few. Wang Fan has repeatedly robbed it, which is a lot of money, but it's only one hundred and ten yuan.

"Five hundred spiritual stones?" Wang Fan swallowed his saliva and felt that his throat was a little dry. He quickly calculated in his heart and found that he was now a "ten thousand households" at this price. However, he just wanted to nod and agree, but he accidentally caught a strange smile in Mr. Zhao's eyes. Although the smile was fleeting, it still made him see clearly.

"What a treacherous guy, I almost fell for him." He said secretly, and then frowned dissatisfiedly and said, "It seems that Hongxian Pavilion really can't afford the price. It's okay. I'll come here for nothing." With that, he took out ten spiritual stones and was still on the table: "This is the identification fee." A posture of leaving with one's legs.

"Wait a minute" Zhao steward thought it was a deal, but suddenly saw him turn his face. He couldn't help but step forward for a moment and said, "Why are Taoist friends in a hurry? I'm just a low-level steward, so the bid is inevitably limited. It happens that our steward is here this time. Please wait a moment. Wait for him to come in person. If his offer you I'm not satisfied yet. It's not too late to leave. With a wave of his hand, he asked the old man to call the stew manager.

"In that case, please wait for a moment before calling the stewer." Wang Fan sat down with a mysterious smile: "If the price is reasonable, I don't mind selling another one." With that, he took out another ten-thousand-year-old ginseng.