In fact, not only Feng Shui, but also the total amount of spiritual energy in Jiang Xiaofan's body, as well as witch doctor skills, witchcraft and other abilities, are on the verge of breakthrough, and he urgently needs an ancestral witch seal to take it to the next level.
If he could obtain another ancestral witch seal, he would be able to provide the whole village with the spiritual energy needed to grow vegetables.
Otherwise, if the restaurant opens five or six more branches, the spiritual energy in his body will only be enough for the medicinal fields and vegetable fields, and he will not be able to bear the plan of planting vegetables in the whole village.
"Don't rush this, it depends on fate..." Jiang Xiaofan looked away and comforted himself.
Yu Linchan drove very fast along the way, which dispelled Jiang Xiaofan's idea of changing the car. It was originally a forty-minute journey, but Yu Linchan only took half an hour to get there.
When they arrived in Jinyang City, they went straight to the venue of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference. The venue was held in a high-end club, which integrated catering and hot springs, business meetings, entertainment and leisure.
"I'm going to park the car. You go to the venue first." Yu Linchan left a word and went to the parking lot to find a parking space.
Jiang Xiaofan wandered around the door of the club. Jinyang City is more than ten times more prosperous than Qingyuan County. No matter in terms of the spaciousness of the roads or the number of luxury cars on the road, they are not comparable to Qingyuan County.
Yu Linchan's coupe is very eye-catching in Qingyuan County, but in Jinyang City it becomes very common, and there are even top-end luxury cars that are more expensive than her car.
Moreover, the women on the road were wearing cooler clothes, and the materials in their clothes were less and less. Jiang Xiaofan felt envious when he saw them. No wonder everyone was running to the big cities.
"Brother, do you want it?" Suddenly, a man sneakily approached and whispered to Jiang Xiaofan.
Jiang Xiaofan frowned: "What do you want?"
The man smiled and said: "Stop pretending, brother, don't you just want to buy invitations here?"
As he spoke, he came closer to Jiang Xiaofan and smelled it, with an expected expression: "You smell like medicinal materials, you must be a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, right?"
Jiang Xiaofan raised his eyebrows, this person is a bit interesting.
He thought for a moment and asked, "What do you do?"
"Pretending to be confused? Asking questions knowingly?"
The man looked a little dissatisfied and pursed his lips in the direction of the club: "The people who come here are either rich or expensive. Buy an invitation and go in for a walk. Take photos and send them to friends. When you go back, you will mention that you have participated in a traditional Chinese medicine conference. Next to
The people there will definitely look up to you. And there are many beauties there, some of them from big and wealthy families. If a rich woman takes a fancy to you, you will become famous..."
Jiang Xiaofan suddenly realized: "So you are a scalper who resells invitations."
The man frowned and said, "That's what scalpers are called now, but I was a bad guy before."
"It's all the same thing."
Just when Jiang Xiaofan was about to refuse him, he suddenly remembered his Phnom Penh invitation letter and asked curiously: "What's the price of the invitation letter?"
When the scalper heard this, he immediately became energetic. He glanced at the people passing by with his evil eyes and whispered: "Brother, who do you like among these people? Tell me and I will get you the spot directly. You will pay with one hand and pay with the other."
goods."
Jiang Xiaofan looked at him with strange eyes: "Aren't you a scalper who resells invitations? Why do you dare to do the third-hand thing?"
The man smiled awkwardly: "Competition in the industry is fierce now. How can we support our family if we don't have a part-time job? Why don't we have too many arts?"
Jiang Xiaofan was immediately in awe. Now scalpers are so dedicated. It seems that all walks of life are very successful.
Jiang Xiaofan thought for a while and asked: "What's the price of a Phnom Penh invitation?"
"Are you kidding me?"
Hearing Jiang Xiaofan's words, the scalper was so excited that he said in a high-pitched voice: "Invitations from Phnom Penh can only be issued to those at the president level. Those who can receive them are either masters of traditional Chinese medicine or big shots who are either rich or noble. Who will sell them for money?"
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Jiang Xiaofan couldn't help but clicked his tongue after hearing this. It turned out that the Phnom Penh invitation letter given by Dean Zhou was so precious. He thought for a while and asked: "If I sell it, how much can it probably cost?"
The scalper didn't believe Jiang Xiaofan would have a gold-edged invitation at all, so he sneered and said, "If you have one, I'm willing to pay 200,000 yuan for it."
After so many years of reselling various bills, he has long developed a sharp eye on who is a customer and who is a fat sheep.
People dressed like Jiang Xiaofan look like country bumpkins from the county town, hoping to get some qualifications or adventure through the traditional Chinese medicine conference.
There is no shortage of such little people in every conference, so his scalping business will continue to prosper.
However, he did not lie about the price. Phnom Penh invitations are quite expensive, so as long as they can be received, there is no need to worry about sales.
"Two hundred thousand?"
Jiang Xiaofan's eyes lit up. Can a gold-edged invitation be sold for 200,000?
Are all people in big cities so rich?
If you sell your gold-edged invitation and spend the money to buy an ordinary invitation, wouldn't you make a net profit of 200,000?
The scalper looked at Jiang Xiaofan and joked: "Yes, a gold-edged invitation is 200,000 yuan, a silver-edged invitation is 20,000, and an ordinary invitation is 2,000. Do you want to sell gold-edged invitations or buy gold-edged invitations?
letter?"
Jiang Xiaofan said excitedly: "I want to sell gold-edged invitations, and then buy an ordinary invitation."
"Okay, let's take out the gold-edged invitation first." The corner of Huang Niu's mouth curled up into a sneer, and he concluded in his heart that Jiang Xiaofan was acting.
Jiang Xiaofan stretched out his hand to touch his arms, but found nothing. He smiled sheepishly: "I forgot my Phnom Penh invitation in the car. Please wait for me for a while, and I will get it for you."
Huang Niu's face suddenly darkened: "Stop pretending to me and return the gold-rimmed invitation letter? You don't even know what you are like. It's so unlucky that you wasted so much of my time."
After saying that, the scalper walked away angrily to other places.
He had just taken two steps when a scantily clad woman stopped him, and the two of them gathered together and murmured for a while. Then the scalper glanced at the people passing by and zeroed in on a fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms.
The scalper pretended to be on the phone and walked towards him. When he passed by, he accidentally bumped into him. He quickly nodded and bowed to apologize to the fat man.
The fat man seemed a little impatient because of the heat, and waved his hand to let the scalper leave.
Jiang Xiaofan clearly saw that when the scalper and the fat man bumped into each other, his fingers concealed but quickly took away an invitation letter from his bag.
After the fat man left, scalper proudly walked up to the exposed woman and handed her the stolen invitation.
The exposed woman checked the invitation and readily took out two thousand yuan and handed it to the scalper.
Jiang Xiaofan calculated the time and found that from the time they met and negotiated to the end of the deal, it only took less than five minutes, and the two thousand yuan deal was concluded.
"Sure enough, wherever there is business, there is killing." Jiang Xiaofan sighed.
Sensing Jiang Xiaofan's gaze, the exposed woman rolled her eyes at him and cursed viciously: "What are you looking at? You're a bumpkin."