After listening to Wang Fu's explanation of his purpose, Haoyi Gong nodded, "Don't buy too much spiritual tea, just drink enough."
Then, I explained to him the rules of the ghost market regarding ordering spiritual tea.
Wang Fu naturally knew that, in order to disguise himself, he pretended not to know anything and listened again.
"Then thank you so much, good righteous man."
Wang Fu thought for a while and instead of going to the Five Tea Shops, he went around and found the exit of the ghost market.
In familiar places, Yaksha guards the door, and all people or ghosts who go out must undergo strict investigation.
"Um?"
Wang Fu noticed that someone looked pale, turned around and walked back. Obviously, he could not take the spirit tea away and went to deal with it.
"Brother, wait a minute!"
Wang Fu's heart moved and he quickly stepped forward, "How about we discuss it?"
This man was worried, and when he saw Wang Fu blocking the way, he couldn't help but feel a little impatient, "What are you doing?"
"Make a deal with you."
Wang Fu smiled and said, "I've packed up as much spiritual tea as I can."
The other party's expression became wary, he covered his pocket and shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, please leave quickly."
It seems that Wang Fu is regarded as Yaksha's minion.
"Don't get me wrong, I just came to the ghost market, it doesn't matter here!"
Wang Fu spread his hands and said, "Look, I don't mean any harm."
The strange cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could not get out for the time being, so he nodded to Wang Fu and pointed out a place, which was the tavern where the good righteous man often went.
The two of them went over together and arrived at the tavern. When they saw the good righteous man, they said hello one after another.
Now that everyone knows Yi Gong well, the hostility of the stranger practitioners has been reduced a lot, and they started chatting with Wang Fu.
"New to the ghost market?"
"Yep!"
"Hey, my dear Lord, you have seen it too. You already know the things you should pay attention to. Why are you buying spiritual tea from me?"
The practitioner was still a little worried and continued to question Wang Fu.
"Because it's cheap."
Wang Fu smiled and then said.
Cheap?
The practitioner was stunned and asked, "Why do you say that?"
"Listen to my explanation!"
Wang Fu said slowly and calmly, "Fellow Taoist, I also understand what you are thinking. You know that you are not allowed to take the spirit tea out of the ghost market, but you are still holding on to luck to see if you can have a chance, right?"
"good!"
The other party generously admitted that he backed down and did not put it into practice. Even if Yasha, who was guarding his mouth, knew about it, there was nothing he could do.
"But, you can't take it out!"
Wang Fu sighed leisurely, "Then, since I can't take the rich tea leaves with me, I can only dispose of them at a low price."
The practitioner on the other side reacted, "Do you want to accept it?"
Wang Fu nodded.
"But why should I sell it to you at a low price?"
The practitioner seized the opportunity and asked Wang Fu, "The tea I bought at the original price is not related to you, so why should I sell it to you at a loss?"
"Fellow Taoist, if you want to buy it, I will be more generous and transfer the original price to you, which can be considered as making a friend."
Wang Fu smiled and shook his head, "Don't bully me as a newcomer. In your situation, can you sell it at the original price? How big a tea shop do you think you are?"
The truth is like this. If you buy some Dianling tea and you can't finish it yourself and you can't take it out, it's no different from the leaves of a tree.
Many practitioners initially thought that the supervision was not strict, and they also thought of entraining people to escape, but the cruel tactics of the Yasha guarding the exit made them realize that it was absolutely impossible.
How to deal with tea has become a big problem, you can’t throw it away!
Hearing that the cultivator opposite wanted to sell at the original price, Wang Fu couldn't help but laugh. The prices of several major tea shops have a monopoly advantage. As long as you can bring it out of the ghost market, you can sell it at multiple times. But in the ghost market,
hey-hey……
"Fellow Taoist, we are destined to meet each other. If the business cannot be concluded, please stay."
Wang Fu said politely and stood up to leave, but the practitioner opposite him panicked.
Of course he knew that he couldn't sell the Dian Ling Tea at its original price, but after spending a few days in the ghost market, he knew that the prices of several major tea shops were more advantageous.
I originally thought of bullying him because he just came here and didn't understand the market, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be a powerful character.
"Fellow Taoist, please stay. The original price is 80%. How about it?"
Wang Fu was unmoved and said sincerely, "Fellow Taoist, I thought about it. A gentleman will not take away someone's love. I'd better go to the tea shop and ask. Their supply of goods is guaranteed, so you can buy with confidence."
"Seventy percent, no, sixty percent."
The practitioner became anxious and shouted, "It's 50%!"
Wang Fu turned around and said, "Deal."
After the transaction was completed, the practitioner asked Wang Fu, "I have a few friends and some surplus. Do you still accept it?"
Wang Fu nodded and said, "Take it, why not?"
…
People come and go in the tavern, which is a natural trading place. You pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand, and then leave.
Within a few days, Wang Fu had accumulated three to four hundred kilograms of low-grade Dianling tea, and fifty or sixty kilograms of medium-grade tea. Although they were all in bulk, they were fresh and of good texture.
Those practitioners who were eager to leave knew they couldn't take it with them and were eager to cash in, so they could only sell it to Wang Fu at a low price.
In the ghost market, Dian Ling tea is not a rare item. If you buy too much, you can only throw it into your hands.
The yakshas guarding the exit are even more ferocious. Every few days, they will seize the practitioners or ghosts they have brought with them, disembowel them in public, and display their blood to the public.
Some people don't want to cause trouble and would rather lose some money than get rid of some spiritual tea.
Thinking optimistically, in the ghost market, they have made a profit by drinking large amounts of spiritual tea at a price that is unimaginable to the outside world.
"Fellow Taoist, business has been doing well recently!"
Good Lord Yi sat in front of Wang Fu and his eyes fell on the tea bag at his feet.
"It's okay, it's okay!" Wang Fu nodded.
"But, you have to pay attention. Those yakshas have noticed you. You are collecting bulk goods from everywhere. You are so frequent that you won't be able to finish the drink even in half a year."
The good righteous man pointed in the direction of the exit, "Anyone with long eyes can see that you must take risks and try to take it outside."
Wang Fu looked around and found that many eyes were looking at him. It seemed that what the other party said was true.
"Good Lord Yi, you have misunderstood, I never meant this!"
Wang Fu pointed to his chest, "I also listened to your story and decided to follow your example and help these fellow Taoists solve their problems. As for these spiritual teas, if I can't drink them, I would rather lose the fire than take them out."
Ghost market!”
The good righteous man is an old man, so when he heard this, his first reaction was nonsense.
But he is extremely well-educated, how could he possibly point it out to his face.
"Dianling tea is a good thing. Even if you can't drink it, burning it would be a waste."
Wang Fu chuckled twice. At this time, someone else walked in from the door. He looked around. When he found Wang Fu, his eyes lit up and he walked straight over.
There is business again.
"Then I won't bother you anymore!"
The good righteous man stood up, got out of the way, and walked to the side.
"Did you hear that? The Longyun ghost seems to be dead."
In a corner of the tavern, someone was talking in a low voice, and the content caught Wang Fu's attention.
It was not easy, the news finally reached the ghost market.
"What?"
The people around him turned around and looked towards the corner. The one who spoke was a little devil with eye-catching ears.