"Lao Hu! Does this guy look down on you? I'm afraid he thinks we will take kickbacks from him!
Damn it, if he couldn't beat him, I would have to teach him how to be a good person today. Dog eyes look down on people. Am I that kind of person, Fatty?"
Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang were walking on the road. Fatty Wang remembered Zhang Lin's rejection just now and cursed.
When Hu Bayi saw this, he said helplessly: "Okay, fat man, I didn't do anything wrong. We just met yesterday, so why are you asking us to handle things today? We are not those from the Civil Affairs Bureau who serve the people."
"Besides, I saw that brother spoke sincerely. It's obvious that what he wants to buy may be really different from us."
"Just him?" Wang Kaixuan said: "Old Hu, you are right, but how can buying things be different? Isn't it just those things when you go into the desert? What's wrong with him? Will buying things be different from us?"
Hu Badi said: "We will know by then. Now we still go to Da Jinya and ask about the specific background of Shirley Yang. Going to the desert hinterland to find her missing father sounds unreliable. By the way, let me know.
He introduced us to a place to buy equipment, which might be cheaper.
If you can’t go to Panjiayuan, you can still buy some equipment that was replaced by the team.”
"Okay!" Wang Kaixuan nodded, and went to Panjiayuan with Hu Bayi first.
…
Zhang Lin left the archaeological team, went back to the store to pack up, took the money Shirley Yang gave him, and headed to the funeral shop.
When he arrived at the funeral shop, Zhang Lin knocked on the counter and woke up the shopkeeper who was taking a nap. "Boss, are the fine cinnabar and yellow paper in stock?"
The shopkeeper who was woken up stood up, saw it was Zhang Lin, and quickly greeted him: "Hey! Mr. Zhang is here! Sit down, sit down!"
After asking Zhang Lin to sit down, the shopkeeper made another cup of tea and brought it to Zhang Lin, and then asked: "Master Zhang, why are you here in person today? If you want anything, just say hello and I will deliver it to your house."
Zhang Lin slowly sipped the tea, and after hearing the words, he said: "It's a shabby shop, but in my house, are there any good cinnabar and yellow paper?"
"Yes! Yes!"
The store owner nodded repeatedly and said, "But the quantity is a bit small!"
Zhang Lin frowned and said, "How many?"
The shopkeeper said: "There are only two kilograms of fine cinnabar and only eighty-three pieces of yellow paper."
Zhang Lin frowned and said, "So few?"
"There are quite a few, Mr. Zhang!" the shopkeeper said helplessly: "These top-quality goods are all ordered by the Taoist priests and monks, and are used to draw peace charms and the like for the dignitaries. It is you, Mr. Zhang, who can do this."
Greeted."
The shopkeeper said, seeing that Zhang Lin looked bad, he carefully suggested: "How about Mr. Zhang, buy some of the next level? The effect is also good, I guarantee that it is not impossible for an expert to see it!"
Zhang Linda said: "This is for my own use."
"Oh, look at my mouth!" The store owner lightly slapped his mouth and said, "Master Zhang, are you in a hurry? How about I help you ask your colleagues if they have any extra?"
Zhang Lin said excitedly: "I'm leaving tomorrow morning, can I make it in time?"
The shopkeeper shook his head and said: "Today, it's too late. Mr. Zhang also knows that the output of these top-quality products is small, the demand is high, and the supply is always in short supply.
If tomorrow afternoon, I can ask my colleagues to leave some for Mr. Zhang, but tomorrow morning, I really have no choice."
"That's it!"
Zhang Lin put the money on the table and said: "Wrap the cash for me, I want to take it away. Also, keep leaving some for me. I will come to pick it up in about a month or two."
"Okay!" When the store heard this, he took out two boxes from the locked counter and put them on the table and said: "Master Zhang, the goods you want are all here, please take a look."
Zhang Lin saw the store counting money aside, so he pinched some cinnabar in his hand to inspect the goods, and carefully checked the yellow paper one by one. After a long time, he put the yellow paper away, covered the cinnabar box and said, "Very good.
I am very satisfied with the goods this time and I hope the next batch will be of the same quality.”
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang!" the store owner assured: "I ship goods from this store, and that's the quality assurance. Does Mr. Zhang have any other needs? I'll help you solve them."
"No more!" Zhang Lin shook his head, got up and left with the goods. When he was sent to the door of the store by the store, he warned: "Remember to keep it for me, I will still need a lot of ready goods when I come back."
"Well done, Mr. Zhang!" The store owner stood at the door and looked at Zhang Lin's back and said, "You must pay attention, little one!"
"Old Chen, who is that person?" After Zhang Lin left, the people next to the store ridiculed the owner of the funeral store: "If someone buys you a few pieces of paper, you will almost call me daddy!"
"Huh!" The store owner looked at the other person with disdain and returned to the store. Looking at the three hundred US dollars on the counter, he was very happy. Those things that were less than thirty US dollars in total were bought for three hundred US dollars.
What a genius in business.
Although fine cinnabar and yellow paper are more expensive than ordinary ones, they are not much more expensive.
What's wrong with making someone else a lot of money and calling him Juye? He buys a large amount of cinnabar yellow paper from his own store every month, and he is his big customer.
…
After leaving the funeral shop, Zhang Lin went to Panjiayuan, hoping to buy an old writing brush. His own one was a little damaged and needed to be replaced.
I walked around Panjiayuan and finally bought a writing brush that was said to have been used by a Japanese colonel during the Republic of China. When the Soviet Union attacked the Japanese Kwantung Army and the Japanese army was defeated miserably, the buyer's dad brought it out of the Japanese colonel's study.
According to the colonel, when the Japanese Kwantung Army was ruling the three northeastern provinces arrogantly, a traitor specially acquired it to honor him.
Under the seller's tortuous and bizarre narrative, the deal went through several twists and turns, and today it fell into Zhang Lin's hands.
If he hadn't seen that the work was well done, Zhang Lin would have slapped the seller to death and asked him if he knew the words "Shanghai Stationery Products Co., Ltd."
…
A study room, which Zhang Lin had specially decorated by himself after being separated from the store he had set up with a big gold tooth, covers an area of ​​more than 20 square meters, which is much larger than the store outside.
In the huge room, there is only a fir desk, two pots of green pine, and summer bamboos on the left and right. A Tai Chi diagram of Yin and Yang hangs behind the desk, and a Taishi chair is placed on the desk. The rest are piled with stacks of yellow paper.
Bookshelf with boxes of cinnabar boxes.
Except for Zhang Lin, no one has been here before.
Zhang Lin usually draws talisman on this surface when he has nothing to do, or quietly chants Taoist classics.
After closing the store door and entering the study, Zhang Lin carefully placed the yellow paper and cinnabar box he bought on the bookshelf on his left hand. He took some cinnabar and ten pieces of yellow paper he just bought with a spoon, walked to the bookcase and laid out the yellow paper.
After carefully adjusting the cinnabar, start drawing the talisman.
Water Gathering Talisman, this talisman is Zhang Lin's early reward for accepting tasks. After using it, he can gather water.
It is the only magic technique that Zhang Lin knows.
It took Zhang Lin half a year to obtain this talisman drawing method, and he had already spent thousands of pieces of yellow paper and dozens of kilograms of cinnabar on this method.
Through experiments, Zhang Lin discovered that the better the quality of cinnabar and yellow paper, the higher the success rate.
For example, with ordinary yellow paper and cinnabar, maybe a hundred sheets are enough to make a painting. If you use good cinnabar and yellow paper, you only need about ten sheets.
In addition, Zhang Lin also discovered that the better the material used to draw the water-gathering charm, the more water will be gathered.
These reasons are exactly why Zhang Lin asked the store to pay attention to the fine cinnabar yellow paper.
Chapter completed!