Miss Dong handed the prepared 5,920 jade pieces to Zhang Xiaozu, asking him to take as much time as possible to bless the jade pieces as quickly as possible.
"There are one hundred pieces for the eighth level and only twenty pieces for the ninth level. Isn't it a little less?" Zhang Xiaozu asked with a frown.
Miss Dong replied: "If you do too much at one time, it won't be worth it."
"Okay, you are professionals." Zhang Xiaozu nodded, then put all the jade pieces into Xumi Mustard Seeds and said, "Pick them up in an hour."
"One...an hour?" Miss Dong looked confused, thinking that she had heard wrongly, or that Zhang Xiaozhu had said it wrong.
"Yes, one hour." Zhang Xiaozu nodded firmly.
After saying that, he got up and left the hall, walking towards the room where he lived.
Miss Dong stood there in daze for a while before she realized what she was doing. She said in astonishment: "So... is it that easy?"
She originally thought that with nearly 6,000 jade pieces, it would take Zhang Xiaopou several months or even longer to bless them, but it turned out that it only took an hour. Such a huge gap made it hard for her to accept.
Only then did she understand why Zhang Xiaozu thought it had few advanced functions, because it was too easy to make.
"This is a real money grab." She couldn't help but exclaimed.
Niu Dawa laughed and said: "You rely on your craftsmanship to eat, how can you call it robbing?"
"Hey, the slave family has worked hard for more than ten years, but it is not as much as Master Zhang earns in an hour. The old saying is indeed true: people are more irritating than others." Miss Dong shook her head and sighed.
"Do you sell Meng Po Soup?" Niu Dawa suddenly asked.
"Not for sale."
"Where's Meng Po's tears?"
"Not for sale."
"It's a pity, I thought I could sell it for a big price." Niu Dawa shook his head in disappointment.
"Ah?" Miss Dong suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Niu Dawa asked in confusion.
"What did the young master just say?" Miss Dong asked in shock.
She was in shock just now, and she only subconsciously answered Niu Dawa's question. Only now did her brain realize what Niu Dawa was saying.
Seeing Niu Dawa's speechless expression, she quickly apologized to Niu Dawa: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now and was frightened by Mr. Zhang for an hour."
"I said I have Meng Po Soup and Meng Po Tears here. Can they be auctioned? At what price? I won't sell them if the price is low," Niu Dawa said.
"We have auctioned Meng Po soup several times. As for Meng Po's tears, does Meng Po shed tears?" Miss Dong asked in surprise.
Niu Dawa scratched his head and said: "I can't explain it to you, but I can guarantee that the goods are genuine. In addition, my Meng Po soup is not made by those little Meng Po soup in the underworld. My Meng Po soup is made by the real God Meng Po in the Fengdu underworld.
Meng Po's tears are also the tears of the true God Meng Po. Do you know about the underworld of Fengdu?" "Yes...I know." Miss Dong nodded. If she didn't know Niu Dawa a little, she would definitely think that Niu Dawa was cheating.
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"Forget it, I won't sell Meng Po's tears, only a few drops." Niu Dawa waved her hand.
"Hasn't Fengdu Underworld disappeared?" Miss Dong asked.
"We will return to the underworld soon." Niu Dawa replied.
Miss Dong was shocked when she heard this and asked: "Have all the sleeping gods of the underworld awakened?"
"Well, I'm awake."
"So, the young master really has Meng Po Tang and Meng Po Tears, and they are the Meng Po Tang and Meng Po Tears of the True God Meng Po?"
"First Evolution"
"Are you playing tongue twister with me?"
"Okay, let me calm down my shock." Miss Dong gently patted her tall and elastic chest and said.
When Niu Dawa saw this spectacular scenery, her emotions immediately rose.
"We have auctioned Meng Po Soup before, and it was all sold for a bowl of one hundred star pills, but the young master's Meng Po Soup was cooked by the true god Meng Po, and has never been auctioned in the history of our auction house. As for Meng Po Soup, it has never been auctioned in the history of our auction house.
It’s even more impossible to have tears in my mother’s eyes,” Miss Dong said.
"One hundred pills is too few, forget it, no more shots." Niu Dawa said with a frown.
Although he had a lot, he couldn't measure out how many bowls there were.
Miss Dong couldn't help but shook her head and smiled bitterly.
Isn’t a hundred star pills enough?
Nothing less.
Not to mention an ordinary casual cultivator in the world, even a cultivator who spreads the world. If they don't have superior abilities or get some lucky encounters, they will not be able to possess the wealth of a hundred star pills in their lifetime.
But this does not mean that the world is said to be poor.
It is said that the world has been divided up and occupied the cultivation resources of Jiuzhou. They are not poor at all, but their wealth is in the hands of a few people.
All in all, one hundred star pills is not a lot at all.
But when it was said from Niu Dawa's mouth, Miss Dong had no words to refute, because with a brother like Zhang Xiaozu, the God of Wealth, he was indeed qualified to look down on a hundred star pills.
"I wonder what the young master's psychological price is?" Miss Dong asked.
If the Meng Po soup cooked by the True God Meng Po could be auctioned, it would be a historic auction for Jiuzhou Auction House, so she wanted to seize this special opportunity.
"How much is the Saint Realm Ancestor worth?" Niu Dawa asked.
Miss Dong didn't understand what he meant.
Niu Dawa explained: "Even if the ancestor of the Holy Realm drinks this bowl of Mengpo soup, he will completely forget his past and present lives, so if you can capture an ancestor of the Holy Realm and drink it,
This bowl of Meng Po soup can take the opportunity to plant a spiritual seal in his blank memory and make him obey orders, so a bowl of Meng Po soup is equivalent to an ancestor in the Holy Land."
"..." Miss Dong was shocked and horrified when she heard this, and was unable to answer Niu Dawa's question for a while.
Jiuzhou Auction House has never auctioned the Holy Land Ancestor’s price.
The problem is, no one dares to put a price on Saint Realm Ancestor.
Niu Dawa looked at Miss Dong maliciously and asked with a wicked smile: "I wonder if any of the young men who admire Miss Dong are particularly rich? I think they must be very willing to buy a bowl for you."
Miss Dong's face suddenly turned pale when she heard this.
Seeing that Miss Dong was frightened, Niu Dawa quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I made a big joke and offended Miss Dong. Please forgive me."
"No." Miss Dong forced a smile on her face and said, "The slave family suddenly remembered some terrible past events. I have made many mistakes. Please forgive me, sir."
Niu Dawa waved his hand. Miss Dong's frightened reaction just now told him that this was a woman with a story.
Miss Dong's face quickly returned to normal, she put on her warm professional smile again, and said: "For items like this that have never been auctioned before, the seller can entrust the auction house to set a reserve price for the item, or you can set the reserve price yourself.
If it is not sold and the auction fails, the auction house will not charge any fees."
"What price does Miss Dong think is more appropriate?" Niu Dawa asked.
"If you go by what the young master just said, it is priceless. However, I think the price is too high and no one will buy it. You can try selling a thousand pills and see. What do you think, the young master?" Miss Dong said vigorously.
High price.
Niu Dawa smacked her teeth and said, "One thousand pills are a bit missing, but you can take pictures and try."
In his opinion, the Meng Po soup cooked by the true god Meng Po should be a priceless treasure.
"Please bring out the Meng Po soup, sir." Miss Dong looked at Niu Dawa expectantly, wanting to see what the Meng Po soup cooked by the true God Meng Po was like.
Niu Dawa picked up a small tea bowl on the table, drew a bunch of black soup from Xumi mustard seeds and filled the bowl.
The room was suddenly filled with an alluring fragrance.
Miss Dong sniffed the pleasant smell and asked curiously: "Did the young master pick the wrong one?"
"That's right, that's it. Believe me, I personally lit the fire for Po Meng and watched her cook it." Niu Dawa said with certainty.
"Isn't Meng Po soup bitter?" Miss Dong asked in surprise.
"Have you drank?"
"Uh, no."
"Then how do you know?"
"Okay, maybe it's sweet." Miss Dong said as she looked at the dark but delicious black soup in the tea bowl.
"Have you drank?"
"..." Miss Dong couldn't help but be speechless, "Then may I ask, sir, what does Meng Po soup taste like?"
"How do I know? I haven't drunk it."
"..."
This chapter has been completed!