Chapter 40 (1/2)
When he came out of the shop, Chu Yan had two hundred pieces of spirit money in his arms, and at the same time, he had a bag of good spirit tea from the shopkeeper.
When Chu Yan drank this Lingcha, he thought it was unusual. He asked carefully. He learned from the shopkeeper that the tea trees that picked these teas were planted in the territory of the sect. They were naturally nourished by Lingqi, which was far from the common tea.
These teas all contain some aura. When they are brewed into tea, they have the effect of careful concentration and auxiliary cultivation.
And a small packet of tea, it will be a full 30 Ling money.
Now that I saw it, the tea in Chu Yan's eyes was naturally named Chu.
No matter how sad the shopkeeper was, Chu Yan walked out of the shop contentedly.
The hot potato like double swords have been replaced with the spirit money he urgently needs, which is enough.
Find a remote alley again, after confirming that there is no one around, Chu Yan rubs several specific positions on his face. After a moment, he restores his original appearance.
From then on, he took out the silver scale gun, put it in his hand, and walked towards Wanhai Merchants Association.
Yesterday, Chu Yan saw a gorgeous carriage pulled by six red crystal one horned horses stopping in front of the gate of Wanhai chamber of Commerce. However, he didn't see it today. In addition, in front of the gate of Wanhai chamber of Commerce, his usual coldness was restored, as if nothing had happened yesterday.
Chu Yan didn't care so much. After entering Wanhai fair, he went straight to the stall where he bought Mingwen yesterday.
It's the fat shopkeeper who receives Chu Yan at the moment.
Seeing Chu Yan again, the shopkeeper squeezed a smile on his face: ”the young master is here again. What do you want to buy today?”
”Today I'm not here to buy, I'm here to sell.” Chu Yan said.
”Selling things?” The shopkeeper was stunned, and then nodded, ”yes, I also accept the materials with inscriptions. I don't know what you have.”
”It's not material, it's inscription.” Chu Yan took out three pieces of inscriptions and patted them on the table in front of the shopkeeper.
”Selling inscriptions?” The fat on the shopkeeper's face shakes, stares big eyes, looks at Chu Yan inconceivably.
”Don't you accept inscriptions here?” Chu Yan frowned.
As far as he knows, both the shops outside and the Wanhai business association are engaged in the sale of inscriptions. On the one hand, they are prepared for a rainy day, and on the other hand, they need to hoard goods. After all, inscriptions are not something that can be found.
”Young master, do you mean... You just went back yesterday and carved out the inscription?” Leng for a long time, the shopkeeper just recovered, tone seems not to believe.
Although he is neither a master nor an apprentice of Mingwen, he knows Mingwen well since he is in charge of Mingwen's stall in Wanhai chamber of Commerce.
As far as he knows, the most gifted one in the field of inscriptions is concerned, the one who is being personally received by the chief shopkeeper in the back hall at the moment. When he first began to depict inscriptions, he failed many times and finally succeeded.
So at the moment for Chu Yan, the shopkeeper's first reaction is that this guy is boasting, and the blow is endless.
Chu Yan did not answer each other, but picked pick eyebrows, motioned each other to have a look.
The shopkeeper was suspicious. When he picked up the three inscriptions, he saw them floating at first glance. There was no problem. They were indeed inscriptions. After a careful inspection, the shopkeeper confirmed that they were inscriptions, and they were first-class and medium-quality inscriptions.