Yu Haojie stretched out his hand to stop him: "Junior brother, don't be angry. Although Lianyue Palace is unkind, we cannot be unjust, and this is a trading market, so we still have to abide by the rules."
Wei Xinghua snorted and said nothing.
Chen Hao sneered and said: "Master Yu, you can advise everyone on what to do, but everyone is also free not to listen.
I want to see if every sect will ask me to trade spiritual stones."
After saying that, Chen Hao turned and left.
Yu Haojie said nothing, looked at his back and smiled faintly.
Chen Hao came to a booth, pointed at an emerald green snuff bottle and said, "How do you sell this?"
Behind the booth was a monk in his thirties, who looked hesitant when he heard this.
Originally, small treasures like this were obtained in exchange for similar items, or three Qi Gathering Pills for each.
But Yu Haojie had just finished his suggestion, and he didn't know how to quote the price for a while.
If you quote based on the original price, it would be equivalent to turning a deaf ear to Haojie's suggestions and offending Qingqingshan.
But if Chen Hao is asked to use spiritual stones to trade, Chen Hao will definitely not buy it. If Chen Hao goes to another booth and other sects quote the original price, wouldn't he lose money?
At this moment, Yu Haojie's spiritual consciousness came: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, as long as you ask Chen Hao to trade spiritual stones, I will reduce your head fee by half.
And don’t worry, I guarantee that other sects will do the same and you won’t lose money.”
The monk surnamed Zhang was surprised and happy when he heard this. He glanced at Yu Haojie and nodded slightly.
Since Qingqing Mountain has the support, he has nothing to worry about. He said with a smile: "Friend Daoist An, you are so discerning. This snuff bottle can release a refreshing fragrance. The smell of it makes people feel relaxed and happy, and it makes their ears and eyesight clear. It is a snuff bottle."
A rare little treasure, the price is also very reasonable, one spiritual stone per piece, no bartering or trading of Qi Gathering Pills."
"If I go, the lion will really open his mouth!"
When everyone heard this, they immediately collectively complained in their hearts.
Chen Haogang exchanged a spiritual stone for fifty sticks of ambergris.
The normal price of ambergris is two Qi Gathering Pills each, and the price of small treasures is three Qi Gathering Pills each.
Not to mention how precious spiritual stones are, just based on the trading price with ambergris, one spiritual stone can buy more than thirty small treasures like snuff bottles.
Not only did this man surnamed Zhang ask for spiritual stones to be traded, but he also directly increased the price of the small treasure dozens of times. Are you crazy about money?
“The price is really fair!”
Chen Hao sneered, turned and left.
He naturally saw that Yu Haojie and the monk surnamed Zhang secretly communicated with their spiritual consciousness. Although he did not know what the two said, Yu Haojie must have paid a certain price, otherwise the monk surnamed Zhang would never ask him to use his spiritual consciousness so happily.
Stone trading.
The monk surnamed Zhang said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist An, please go slowly. Welcome to visit again."
He didn't expect Chen Hao to use the spirit stone to buy a snuff bottle, so he opened his mouth. Anyway, as long as Wuqingshan reduced the head fee by half, he would be satisfied.
Chen Hao came to another booth, pointed to a palm-sized milky white jade pot and asked, "How do you sell this?"
The monk behind the booth received Yu Haojie's spiritual consciousness and naturally agreed. He imitated the tone of monk surnamed Zhang and said: "Fellow Daoist An, this jade pot is a very rare treasure. The price is reasonable, one spiritual stone per piece.
No bartering or trading of Qi Gathering Pills is allowed."
This time, everyone did not complain, but looked thoughtful.
If monk surnamed Zhang is crazy about money, then this monk will not be the same.
"It seems that Wuqingshan has given conditions..." Many people also guessed the truth.
Chen Hao said nothing, turned and walked away, then came to the third booth, pointed at a small treasure and asked: "How to sell it?"
The monk behind the booth also received Yu Haojie's spiritual consciousness and said: "One spiritual stone for each. No bartering or trading of Qi Gathering Pills."
Next, Chen Hao asked several more booths and got exactly the same answer.
Tian Yao and Chen Hao walked side by side, and said with some frustration: "Forget it, Mr. Chen, instructor, they must have been bribed by Qingqingshan, and they require us to trade with spiritual stones. It will be the same if we continue to ask."
Chen Hao shook his head and said: "No, you have to ask, and no one in the family can miss it."
Tian Yao said in surprise: "Why?"
Chen Hao smiled and said: "Qingqingshan will definitely have to pay a price for buying them. If we don't ask, how can Qingqingshan make Qingqingshan pay more?"
Tian Yao understood and said happily: "Yes, I will ask too."
With that said, she ran to another booth.
The two of them continued to inquire about prices from one house to another without any impatience.
The monks from various sects received Yu Haojie's spiritual consciousness one after another, and their answers were highly unified.
But Yu Haojie's face gradually darkened.
He thought that Chen Hao would be angry and leave after asking several booths. Unexpectedly, Chen Hao and Tian Yao kept asking, and every booth was covered.
In this way, he is equivalent to reducing the head fee by half for all sects.
The loss is not small.
Obviously, Chen Hao also saw his intention, so he did it deliberately.
"Damn An Peng, I would rather bear this loss than let you buy what you want. You, Lotus Moon Palace, don't even think about buying any resources in the future!"
Yu Haojie was quite angry, so he decided to fight Chen Hao to the end.
After a long while, Chen Hao checked most of the booths and only a few were left.
The monks from all the sects also saw Chen Hao's intention and knew that he would not trade, but even if he did not buy, he would be able to reduce the head fee by half, so it didn't matter.
"How much is it?"
Chen Hao came to another booth and asked, pointing to an exquisitely crafted sundial the size of a baby's palm.
"One spiritual stone for each. Bartering or trading of Qi Gathering Pills is prohibited."
The monk behind the booth gave a routine reply.
Chen Hao took out a spiritual stone and threw it over: "Deal!"
Everyone was shocked.
Unexpectedly, Chen Hao would suddenly use the spirit stone to buy a sundial.
Is this impatient?
How can it be?
If Chen Hao was impatient, why would he ask questions one by one?
The monk was also very surprised. Before he could say anything, Chen Hao grabbed the sundial and looked at it carefully, his eyes showing great joy and excitement.
When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but look at each other in shock.
Is there anything special about this sundial?
Yu Haojie was also quite surprised and asked the monk with his spiritual consciousness: "Is this sundial very precious?"
The monk said in confusion: "It's not precious. It's just an ordinary little treasure. But I've only seen it once. Is there anything special that I haven't discovered?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but hesitate.
Yu Haojie asked: "Where did you get it from?"
The monk said awkwardly: "I forgot... this sundial has no other use except for automatically recording time. It is not as good as other small treasures. I usually don't pay much attention to it."