Just when Huan Xin looked confused and at a loss, Li Changshu on the side picked up the snuff bottle and started playing with it, and casually said: "Boss Xu, wrap it up!"
Boss Xu looked at the expressions of the two people with some uncertainty. What kind of situation is this? This young man doesn't look like he can't even get 50,000 yuan. It would be the same if someone else offered to sell it for 100,000 yuan.
No problem.
At this time, Li Changshu put the snuff bottle into the brocade box, smiled at Boss Xu and said again: "Boss Xu, don't be stunned, put it on."
Then he handed over a card and said casually: "Old rules!"
Huan Xin quickly grabbed Li Changshu's hand, shook his head, and said quickly: "Fifty thousand is too expensive, how about we discuss it again."
Li Changshu smiled and patted Huan Xin's tightly grasped hand and said, "I haven't prepared any decent gifts for you to come to Shanghai. It's such a small thing, so don't refuse."
After a lot of pushing and shoving, Boss Xu was completely confused. What was going on? It was obvious that Li Changshu was showing his kindness to the young man, and he also knew Li Changshu. He was not a boss who could bend his waist for five buckets of rice. This was also the case in Shanghai.
He has a high status and a wide network of contacts, so he rarely lowers his profile. This also makes Boss Xu even more unable to see through the young man in front of him. Huan Xin's identity becomes even more confusing.
Finally, under Li Changshu's insistence, Huan Xin reluctantly accepted the white jade snuff bottle. After Li Changshu and Huan Xin said goodbye to Boss Xu, Li Changshu said to Huan Xin: "Although I don't know you want this
What are you doing, but there is really no need to be polite to me about money. If one day my father knows that I am not willing to share even a mere fifty thousand for you, he might really spank me when he gets angry.
.”
Although what Li Changshu said was lighthearted and humorous, the 50,000 yuan in real money could not be faked. He was moved and said to Li Changshu seriously: "Although I don't have the money to pay you back now, I promise you
If you ask me anything, I will do my best."
Li Changshu stopped, looked back at Huan Xin, his face straightened at first, and then he smiled peacefully and said sincerely: "They say you are a piece of blank paper, no wonder they put you in this ivory tower.
Selling yourself for 50,000 yuan? I shouldn’t say this kind of thing, but today, as a junior, I still want to tell you that what is waiting behind you is a priceless treasure that cannot be bought with a lot of money. You should not say this easily in the future.
Made a promise to someone."
Huan Xin looked at Li Changshu, with a loving but stern expression, and was a little stunned. She nodded seriously and said, "Okay then, just accept it."
At this time, Li Changshu thought about it and said in a different way: "Why do the school have various scholarships every year? I want you to get them all, just as repaying me. Can you do it? Do you dare to make this promise?"
give to me?"
Huan Xin smiled and felt that Li Changshu was worthy of being the head of a school, and indeed he had the demeanor of everyone.
Huan Xin nodded and did not answer the question clearly. He just said lightly: It all depends on man-made efforts.
Huan Xin fell in love with this snuff bottle because it is made of jade. The five elements of jade belong to earth, which has the effect of isolating ghosts. Secondly, this white jade snuff bottle is carved from a single piece of jade. It is smooth and delicate.
It's just right for carving runes. If it's not pure white and flawless, Calling Heart may not be interested in it.
Having this snuff bottle was half the battle. Later, Huan Xin found a jade carving shop and asked the boss to carve the runes he needed on the snuff bottle. Then it was not difficult to find the missing materials, so in Shanghai
Hai inquired about many Taoist temples, but none of them had the fine cinnabar, morning chicken blood and three-color dew he was looking for.
Finally, Huan Xin stopped at a Pepsi store in a small alley. She thought that if she didn’t have any, she might as well use ordinary cinnabar. Cinnabar is not difficult to buy and is sold in pharmacies, but fine cinnabar is cinnabar.
The essence of it is difficult to refine and grind, so non-professional Taoist disciples cannot use this thing. Even Taoist disciples need to be masters of Fu Lu to understand the truth.
Zhanxin pushed open this white goods shop that he had finally found through someone's guidance, and asked feebly: "Boss, do you have any fine cinnabar and morning chicken blood?"
The boss is a tall and thin man in his thirties with a goatee. He is wearing a decent gray Tang suit. He is playing with a string of beads in his hand. They are shiny and shiny, and even Qing Xin cannot understand.
I know this is called Pan Chuan.
The boss did not answer, but looked intently at the young boy in front of him, frowned in confusion, and asked in a low voice: "Whose incense are you burning?"
The boss asked, which is a jargon in the industry. Whose incense is burned is a metaphor for asking which sect it belongs to, because every family has its own ancestor, and the ancestor must be enshrined, so asking whose incense is burned is
Asking which family he is a disciple of means the same thing. Not to mention that Huan Xin doesn’t understand. Even if he understands, he can’t answer because he hardly burns incense. Naturally, no one tells him who the founder of Beiming is.
Xin once actually asked Master Qingyun this question, but Master Qingyun laughed and didn't answer, saying that you will know it when you should know it, and just let everything take its course.
The owner of Baishi Shop didn't react when he saw Huan Xin. When he heard that Huan Xin's accent was the northern standard Mandarin, the boss thought it was the difference between the north and the south, so he asked in an easy-to-understand manner: "I wanted to ask where you got your job.
?I hope this thing can be used."
Qingxin came to his senses and replied without thinking: "Oh, I'm a college student, studying chemistry!"
The young boss looked at him with a confused face, a little confused, and asked weakly: "Do universities already teach such professional things now?"
Huan Xin replied tiredly: "Yes, the majors in our school are all very professional. Boss, do you have any?"
The boss looked incomprehensible and said: "Yes, but first tell me where you knew you wanted fine cinnabar and morning chicken blood?"
When Huan Xin heard that it was there, she became energetic. She didn't hear the second half of the boss's question at all. Her mouth was dry and she quickly said: "It's great if you have it. How do you sell it? Give it to me quickly."
The young boss saw that the young man was a little impatient, so he stretched out his hand to signal him not to panic, invited him into the back room, and poured him a cup of tea. Before the boss could finish pouring it, Qing Xin picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.
He sighed with satisfaction, "Ah, it feels so good." Then he took the teapot from the boss's hand and said, "I'm sorry, I'm really thirsty. Please forgive me!"
After saying that, he picked up a new teapot and started drinking cup after cup. The boss smiled and took out a paper fan to fan himself. He looked at him with a smile and said, "Don't worry, the tea pipe is enough."
Just like that, the boss calmly watched Qian Xinhe finish a large pot of tea, burping with satisfaction, and then slowly asked: "Are you ready?"
Huan Xin nodded with satisfaction. Then the boss pointed at the teapot and said, "Would you like to add more?"
Huan Xin shook her head, stabilized herself, and expressed her gratitude to the boss for the tea.
The boss waved his hand and said casually: "It's a small thing, it's not worth mentioning! But can we talk about it now?"
Huan Xin didn't seem to understand the meaning of the boss's words, and asked with an innocent expression: "What did you say?"
The boss said "Hi", took a deep breath, picked up the fan and fanned twice, and said anxiously: "Let me ask you, where did you know about the fine cinnabar and morning chicken blood?"
The tone was very high at first, but then it dropped again when he mentioned fine cinnabar and morning chicken blood, with a very mysterious look.