662 Still Couldn’t Think of the Chapter Title (1/2)

Supreme Tian Lun's great victory over Calculation Immortal finally reversed the decline of the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals in the Grand Competition.

After that victory, everywhere in the City of Immortals was full of joy. The first two areas were decorated with lanterns and colored banners, and all the major shops took this opportunity to offer discounts.

Fast-handed merchants had already had already made a variety of products related to Supreme Tian Lun.

For example, the medicinal herbs that Supreme Tian Lun personally authenticated, or top-grade secret book praised by Supreme Tian Lun, or the imitiation of Supreme Tian Lun's unique wheel...

Of which, more than half were false advertisements. In his early years, prior to him mastering his method of socialization, Supreme Tian Lun was well-known for practicing in seclusion. How could he have the time to come out to certified some medicinal herbs and comments on a method? The Ten Thousand Arts Sect was famous in the entire Nine Regions for its collections. They had all the resources, almost without any exception, so why should he waste his time going out?

As for the wheel imitation, it was purely a profiteering act, he was lucky that he had yet to encounter a disciple from the Ten Thousand Arts Sect...

Nevertheless, the sale of these Supreme Tian Lun's related products was quite good.

The buyer certainly knew that these things were fakes—no fool could settle in the City of Immortals. Thus, they didn't buy the advertisements as true, but purely for joy.

We won! We're happy! We want to revel!

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”These people are crazy.”

The teenager in charge of watching the shop looked at the carnival atmosphere outside the shop and couldn't help but click his tongue and then became depressed.

As a seller, he should be overjoyed in encountering a day when the buyers were collectively crazy. Because things that were hard to sell on normal days could finally be sold, even at an incredible price. The owners of the several shops around him were laughing so hard that they broke their lungs. Several unknown dishes were sold for several hundred of spirit stones each, just because the wheel icon of Supreme Tian Lun was printed on its wrapping.

How could there be such a profitable business in the world? The glittering and translucent spirit stones were like landfill as they kept coming in continuously...

It was indeed a revelry, a grand feast!

”Ah, and for what? Wasn't it for just a single win in the cultural competition? And it's only for thirty points. We've already lost hundreds of matches in a row before, and already has two thousand points gap. Moreover, just today, didn't we also lose two small matches? What is there to be happy about?”

The teenager's lamentation was not loud, but which of the shop owners around him who hadn't had a keen hearing? After listening to it, they all sneered.

”Sour, just continue to be sour!”

The young man was laughed at, and his face sank slightly, but he did not refute it.

According to his usual temperament, by this time, he would already have a bloody quarrel with the fat man on his left and the slim woman on his right. The little mouse had mingled in the marketplace since childhood and had no concept of respecting the elderly.

However, today, he did not say a word and just ate up the other party's ridicule.

Because they were right, he was indeed sour, very much sour.

The people on his left and right were all awash with profits, their goods were all nearly sold out, but he could only sat and watch the market frenzy around him and could not participate.

As for the reasons? It was very simple, this shop was not his after all. He was responsible for watching over the shop, responsible for its daily operations, but he had no say in important matters.

The man who had the final say told him not long ago that he was not allowed to take part in today's market frenzy. The goods in the shop were not allowed to have any relationships with Supreme Tian Lun.

This was, of course, a model of good faith management, but when one looked at the colleagues getting rich day by day while they only have honesty and conscience as their companion, the torture in their heart was really indescribable.

After a while, the teenager could not bear the torture and directly closed the shop, no longer operating.

What to buy and what to sell might not be his decision, but as the sole operator of the store, it was always possible to ask for sick leave!

Returning to the residence from the shop, Shu Si poured out his bitter hardships directly at Dead Face.

He was too lazy to mention the things in the shop because not long ago, they had a quarrel when Dead Face told him to operate in good faith. But the results were clear at a glance, and naturally, there was no need to mention it again.

However, the teenager's mind was difficult to calm down, so he changed the topic and began to complain about the meaningless revelry.

Supreme Tian Lun did win, and the victory was indeed gratifying, but what important was a victory? For just that one victory, it was as if they had already won this Grand Competition. Was that not just a self-deception?

Listening to Shu Si's complaint, the Dead Face did not even raise his face because what Shu Si said was just nonsense.