Hu Qing went to line up. Yunzhong took a look at the progress of the team and immediately gave up and wanted to go shopping by himself. Hu Qing told him not to cause trouble and let him go.
Qidu, she has to visit and study well, but she can't be kicked out as soon as she comes.
A bucket of dregs sells for a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, which doesn’t sound much cheaper than a basket of 100 medium-grade utensils. After all, defective goods are also finished utensils. But! A bucket here is not a bucket of grain.
, but a truck-sized trailer.
Hu Qing originally thought that since she was an outsider, people might not be willing to sell to her. But when it was her turn, people didn't even look at her. They paid her with one hand and delivered the goods with the other. It was very satisfying.
The only unpleasant thing is that you can't choose, just take whichever one is pointed out to you.
Hu Qing paid a dou of money and ran over to get a blank ring to put away the dregs. The dou was not for sale.
Then go out quickly without affecting other people's business.
Hu Qing went out, stood against the wall, and put her spiritual consciousness into the ring to carefully examine the dregs. There were many varieties, and most of them were useless. Of course, whether this was useful or not all depended on her craftsmanship. She had the skills, and also had the patience and spiritual consciousness to handle it.
They sort and classify. Excluding those that have been over-performed and become useless, about half can be used. This half is screened out and then re-refined, made into devices and sold, and the profit increases more than ten times.
Of course, it also depends on the craftsmanship.
Hu Qing pondered. She can refine it because she has confidence in her own consciousness. She can refine her consciousness to an invisible level. Each strand of consciousness is an eye and a hand, equivalent to countless miniatures.
Labor force, it is not difficult to pick out a bucketful of slag. Moreover, such meticulous work is conducive to her training her spiritual consciousness and practicing the Spring God Art.
But, how do others deal with it?
Does she use her spiritual consciousness like she does, or does she have a craft secret, or a useful tool?
The "refining furnace" I heard someone mention before seems to be a clue.
With this thought in mind, Hu Qing simply attacked with a straight sword. Let's see who buys the most trash. Hey, big customer, go back and forth with the trash seller and order dozens of buckets at once. There is definitely a way.
He followed him forward, and when the man looked back cautiously, he smiled attentively: "Brother, have any of our scumbag's weapons been eliminated?"
The man didn't speak, and his sharp gaze swept back and forth on her body.
Hu Qing continued to smile apologetically: "Brother, we are serious businessmen. We are not rich, and the ones we have eliminated are all good things that we cannot find."
She rubbed her hands nervously: "Just think of it as a good deed and point out a clear path."
The man looked relaxed: "Where did it come from?"
Hu Qing followed the convoy through many realms and casually mentioned the Zaochi realm.
The man thought hard and then came up with: "There is nothing in Zaochi world, no wonder you look so shabby."
Hu Qing rubbed his hands together.
In that person's mind, a weapon master is the best profession. Born in the capital of weapons, he stands taller than countless people from the moment he is born. It is normal for him that people outside ask for help. Even if he is just a scrap collector.
It is also superior to the weapon masters from outside.
It's not like I'm inquiring about anything important. I can't lose my Qidu style.
He told her generously: "You don't need to scrap that kind of big stove, no one will throw it away. If you really want to buy it, go to the scrap market. I don't think anyone will throw it there if they don't use it anymore."
He kindly showed her the way.
Hu Qing thanked me profusely and murmured: "Who wouldn't want to work in such a good industry?"
The man smiled proudly: "It's a step up. Let me tell you, after this competition is over, my brother and I will have to move up a level."
After saying that, a thought came to his mind: "If you haven't left at that time and still want to buy an old stove, just come to me. I'm easy to find. At this time, I will always come every other day."
Hu Qing will remember it, and I will thank you again and again.
I went to the location mentioned by the man. The storefront was small and there was a sign hanging next to it that read: Guangcai Shop.
I stared at the brand a few times. The name is so down-to-earth.
When I walked inside, I saw that the boss, who looked over fifty years old, was as lazy and indifferent as an old cat.
Hu Qing said he was looking at the stove. Boss Cat lowered the corners of his mouth and took out an iron sign from the iron bucket in front of him and threw it to Hu Qing.
"Pick later."
Hu Qing held the iron sign and turned back along the half-curtained door. His eyes suddenly opened up, and it was clearly a large field with a transparent canopy covering the sky.
A little girl in shorts and trousers ran over, carrying a basket in her hand with a sign tied with a colorful god.
"Hello, sister. I'll take you to see the goods."
Hu Qing smiled at her and followed the little girl's footsteps towards the displayed equipment.
Stoves were the most popular shapes, and there were many that she had never seen before. The little girl introduced them to her quickly and clearly with a crisp voice.
They are all professional equipment. From the initial ore screening, there are special equipment to grade the ore. Next, it is divided into primary processing, secondary processing, separation of associated ores, preliminary purification, deep refining, and processing into qualified pure products.
Material.
Hu Qing kept nodding. It was obvious that these were fairyland version of assembly line machines for the industrialization of weapon refining.
She doesn't need it. Only if the demand for labor is huge and labor costs account for too much, is it worthwhile to switch to the assembly line. This shows that Qu Huanjie's equipment is really the leader in the industry.
The little girl didn't think she was poorly clothed, but she thought she couldn't afford it so she didn't introduce it. If it wasn't a good sale, then it would be the raw melon and egg that had just arrived, and it was the kind of solid one, and she would introduce everything to the customer.
After introducing seventy or eighty kinds of machines, the little girl felt her mouth was dry.
I happened to pass over a tube of the sugar water I bought earlier.
The little girl hesitated.
Hu chuckled and said, "Drink it. Make sure it's not poisoned."
The little girl smiled sheepishly, took it, opened it carefully, and drank slowly.
Hu Qing stood and looked around for several times, waiting for her to finish drinking and asked: "Is there a furnace for separating the purifier slag?"
The little girl said: "Yes."
I want to take her there.
Hu Qing said: "You can take me directly to see the cheapest one, as long as it can still be used. Tell me the price, and I can buy it together."
The little girl thought for a while: "The cheapest one has six hundred and fifty mid-grade spiritual crystals, but I heard from the boss that that one can't be used ten times. It's just to trick outsiders."
Hu Qing: "Okay. I want it. Please help me apply for a real price. Is there anything else with a similar price? I can get another one."
Finally, I ordered a waste slag furnace and a gravel furnace.
One thousand one hundred medium-grade spiritual crystals bought two pieces of crappy equipment that could expire at any time.
They are both large, and fortunately they have storage space to save a shipping fee.
Hu Qing came out and went back to the flea market, buying some odds and ends. Called Yunzhong.
After wandering around in the clouds, it was almost dark when the two of them returned.
Miss Qin didn't look for them because she also went out to play, taking Ba Sheng with her.
Mr. Li didn't go, but his mother grabbed his ears and asked him what was going on with Ba Sheng. After a few casual remarks, he went out, looking for a beautiful woman on the streets.
Miss Qin and Basheng came back after Hu Qingyunzhong. They were talking and laughing. Basheng was carrying a bunch of gift boxes in his hand. So, there wasn't even a storage container? Who was this for?
Mr. Li came back later and brought back a little beauty.
