In many cases, Taichu Xuanjing falls from the universe along with meteors. Its texture is very special, and it is difficult to detect this substance with ordinary quality inspection methods. Moreover, many material dealers can easily distinguish Taichu Xuanjing from ordinary Xuanjing.
Confused.
Just like this stone ghost noodle, Wang Ling saw the quality inspection report sent by the customer service. It clearly stated that this stone ghost noodle is made of 75% high-grade mysterious crystal and 25%
Made of elastic resin.
However, it is such an ordinary mask with no function, and the seller has no idea that the mask contains Taichu Xuanjing, so the price is 600 Chinese national coins.
Although Wang Ling knew that buying a stone ghost noodle made of Taichu Xuanjing with these 600 Chinese national coins was actually not a loss, considering his monthly pocket money of 1,000 yuan, it was still a bit expensive after all.
Seeing that Wang Ling was still hesitating, the customer service sent Wang Ling a shaking window: "Is Fellow Taoist still there?"
Wang Ling replied with a question mark: "?"
"If fellow Taoists feel that the price is not appropriate, you can discuss it with us... We can definitely sell it at a cheaper price. Well, of course I will not tell fellow Taoists that this mask will bring bad luck!"
Wang Ling: "!?"
"Oh...I made a typo, sorry. What I wanted to say was, bring good luck."
"..."
Who are you lying to? Your acting skills can’t be any more exaggerated!?
In the end, Wang Ling threatened with a bad service review, and the customer service finally told the truth: "At first, I bought this stone ghost mask from a mask wholesaler. Because of its unique shape, our boss liked it very much. But since this mask
After hanging it in the shop, the sales level of our store plummeted... Our boss felt that the store's business must be cursed by this stone ghost face."
Wang Ling stared at this stone ghost face for a while. Apart from its unique shape, he really didn't notice anything else unusual about it.
However, we won’t know if there are any specific problems until we get it.
In fact, Wang Ling is actually a person who likes to have fun.
After all, being invincible is so... so lonely...
Seeing that there was no news from Wang Ling, the customer service staff became anxious again: "This fellow Taoist... the price is negotiable, please make an offer!"
Although Wang Ling was dubious about the curse of the Stone Ghost Mask, but seeing the eagerness of the customer service to sell it, Wang Ling felt that what the customer service said was probably true. At least he was sure that after the seller bought the Stone Ghost Mask from a wholesaler,
, which indeed caused a lot of trouble.
After comprehensive consideration, Wang Ling sent a number to customer service...
The customer service girl was shocked when she saw a lonely 5 in the chat window: "Fellow Taoist, are you sure... you didn't miss a zero?" If it was fifty, the customer service would understand completely.
After all, it’s a cursed mask, so just sell it for cheap... Damn it! Five yuan! Do you think you’re buying crispy noodles!?
The customer service girl waited in front of the chat window for a full five minutes... and found that this stingy customer still had no intention of changing her mind, and suddenly felt a little frustrated.
Of course, Wang Ling didn't walk away. He just sat calmly with his arms folded, waiting for the customer service girl's reply. Wang Ling learned this trick from Wang's mother. In the past, Wang's mother would go shopping or buy groceries.
Sometimes, this trick is often used, and the vendors are caught off guard. But at this time, what matters is patience and mental endurance...
After nearly ten minutes of confrontation, the customer service girl on the other side finally gave up: "Okay! Five yuan is five yuan! Could you please confirm the delivery address, fellow Taoist?"
As a result, what the customer service did not expect was that Wang Ling fell silent again...
The customer service girl sent Wang Ling a crying emoticon: "Fellow Taoist, are you regretting it?"
Wang Ling was silent for a moment and typed four words in the chat window: Remember to free shipping.
It includes...free shipping?! Even if you buy it for five yuan, it also comes with free shipping! The customer service girl feels that her three views have been refreshed. What kind of customer is this? Although the customer is God...but such a stingy God
, this is really the first time I have seen this customer service girl.
Damn it! What a rip-off! The customer service girl thought with great sadness and anger...
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It’s Saturday, the third week of school, and it’s almost five o’clock in the evening.
Wang Ling felt that he had done a lot today. He had made up for the missing knowledge points, completed the missed homework, and also destroyed an underground laboratory that was plotting against him... He just bought a mask online.
Wang Ling felt that he had finally let go of one thing. Then he just waited for the weird stone ghost face to be delivered by SF Express.
Such days are indeed quite fulfilling, but they always make Wang Ling feel tired...
Here, Wang's father and Lie Mengmeng were still having a small meeting, working together to implement some details of the new book's plot and fighting wits. On the other side, Wang's mother also came to the second floor and knocked on Wang Ling's door: "Er smash
, get ready! Change into something cool, and let’s go out to a restaurant in the evening.”
Wang Ling: "..." Let's go to a restaurant?
In Wang Ling's opinion, judging from the family tradition of the Wang family, they rarely have the habit of going out to restaurants. It is more because of Wang Ling. Wang's parents are very worried about the consequences of taking Wang Ling out to restaurants.
Restaurants cause trouble, so the number of times the Wang family goes out to eat throughout the year is comparable to the school's spring outings and autumn outings. Usually only on New Year's Day or Wang Ling's birthday, Wang's parents will bleed heavily, so it's a good idea to take Wang Ling for a meal.
On normal days, if he suddenly wanted to go to a restaurant for dinner, Wang Ling would probably know which relative was coming.
Facts have proved that Wang Ling's hunch was correct.
About half an hour later, Wang Ling used his spiritual sense to sense that at the door of the Wang family's small villa, which was deserted nearby, an old man pedaled a tricycle and screeched towards the door of the villa.
The old man was a bit fat and seemed to be struggling to ride a tricycle. He wore an old-fashioned black cloth cap on his head, a black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark blue cotton robe. When he got off the tricycle, his steps were a little staggering. Wang
Ling was afraid that he would fall if he wasn't careful.
The old man squatted half-crouched, holding his knees with both hands, took a few breaths, thumped his shoulders, and stretched his muscles. Then he slowly came to the back of the tricycle, untied the rope, and finally lifted up the tricycle.
The white cloth tricycle was filled with a cart full of apples...
Wang Ma was collecting clothes at the door of the villa. When she saw the fat figure appearing at the door, she hurriedly greeted her: "Hey, Dad! Why did you come here on your own on a tricycle? You should have called me.
Let Wang Jiao pick you up!"
Mr. Wang touched his head: "...Wang Jiao? Who is Wang Jiao..."
"Wang Jiao is your son..."
Wang Ma sighed inwardly, the old man's Alzheimer's disease was coming soon, and he was getting more and more cautious.
"Oh! Yes! My son!"
Mr. Wang patted his head and pointed at the apples behind him: "Do I have a grandson named Jingke? What's inside? I brought this cart of oranges to my grandson. Remember to collect them..."