There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 127

In the Los Angeles market, among the black crowd, Shang Jiuge in white was standing in the crowd, beside a straw-covered rack cart, on which lay a colorful tiger lying on its back.

There is a straw mark and a sign on the tiger's head.

Black and white.

50 two for one.

The so-called heroes are short of breath, Huluo Pingyang is bullied by dogs, Qin Qiong sells horses, and Yang Zhi sells knives, all of them are poor and forced to do nothing.

But no one has ever sold a tiger on the street.

Except for Shang Jiuge.

Because Shang Jiuge is selling tigers now.

50 taels, limited sales, the only one in the world, first come first served.

This tiger, Shang Jiuge, had been chasing for nearly a whole night before catching up. Hu Jiang had always been chasing others, and he had never been so embarrassed by being chased by others. In the end, he was out of breath and forced to fight Shang Jiuge hand-to-hand. I don't know how many hits it took before he fell down. After all, Shang Jiuge is not a player like Wu Song, he can hold down the tiger and beat him hard.

She is more like a lightweight assassin, I can hit you, but you don't want to hit me, fight and attack, kill with one blow, and finally carry this tiger out of the forest, planning to carry it to Los Angeles.

It can only be said that Shang Jiuge has really worked hard.

Now this tiger has just died less than half a day ago, its body is not yet stiff, and because it was killed by a fist, its fur is not damaged at all, and its claws are almost as big as a human head. There is also a draft sign.

It can be said that the tiger has fallen to Pingyang to this point, and it really can't decline anymore.

But Shang Jiuge was very dissatisfied.

At this time, her tiger stall was already crowded on the inner three floors and the outer three floors. Everyone was commenting on the tiger and marveling at it, but it was clearly written in black and white on the sign of 50 taels a piece.

But no one came out to ask the price.

This made Shang Jiuge very depressed.

"Doesn't any of you want to buy it?" Shang Jiuge asked involuntarily.

The people around were silent.

50 taels for a tiger, think about it, it's really super cheap.

The tiger skin alone costs more than 50 taels.

But the question is, how many of these people onlookers can come up with 50 taels?

50 taels is really not a small amount of money, ten taels of grain is enough to buy one mu of fertile land, and one tael of silver can almost buy two shi of grain, that is to say, 50 taels of silver can buy ten mu of fertile land.

Who can take out 50 taels of silver casually?

Even if you can take it out casually, like Sheng Junqian, of course he has more than 50 taels on him.

But what do you do with such a big tiger?

Push the rack cart away?

So it is said that selling tigers on the street happens once in a hundred years, and the little girl who sells tigers is also fair and delicate, very likable.

So it is not surprising to say that there are three floors inside and three floors outside.

but.

Who buys it.

"Girl, we're just looking at the excitement, we really can't afford it." Some people in the front row looked at Shang Jiuge and said sincerely. "After all, 50 taels a tiger doesn't seem expensive, but there are really not many people who can take out 50 taels of cash."

"Even if you can afford it, you have to be willing to buy it." Another echoed.

Shang Jiuge felt a little helpless.

Her favorite transaction is to pay with one hand and deliver with the other. Since this tiger is worth 50 taels of silver, someone will take out 50 taels of silver and push it away. She took the money and returned He Ping, and took Fei Yejian away. people.

What a simple and clear thing.

But when it is operated, it is completely different from the imagination, okay?

Now it seems that hitting the tiger is the easiest step in the whole process.

Shang Jiuge looked at Sheng Junqian. The young man had been standing by the side all the time. In fact, he didn't help much, but he didn't stay away at all.

"Do you have any good ideas?" Shang Jiuge asked.

Shang Jiuge is the straightest and fastest sword in the world, but no matter how straight or fast she is, she can't force others to buy her tiger.

"Do you know the profession of a butcher?" Sheng Junqian asked back.

"You know, someone who specializes in chopping ten catties of lean meat into stuffing, ten catties of fat meat, and ten catties of inch-gold cartilage into stuffing?" Shang Jiuge asked.

Sheng Junqian covered his face: "Water Margin, don't read so many young ladies."

"A butcher, in simple terms, is someone who kills pigs and sells meat." Sheng Junqian corrected, "At the same time, a person who kills dogs and sheep is also called a butcher."

"There are not so many people in this world who drink blood. If I give you a whole pig, few people in this world will eat it." When Sheng Junqian said this, Shang Jiuge interrupted: "I will. "

Shang Jiuge grilled fish and rabbits by himself. Even if it was a wild boar, it could be roasted pork legs if it was put down.

All are delicious.

Shang Jiuge verified it with his own tongue and stomach.

"When did you have the illusion that you are the majority of people in this world?" Sheng Junqian looked at Shang Jiuge and asked.

"In short, everyone eats pork, but who kills the pig and cuts the meat?"

"I like to eat pig intestines and pull pig intestines by myself, like to eat pig's trotters and cut off pig's trotters by myself? I like to eat braised pork and ribs, do you chop off a piece by yourself?"

Sheng Junqian patted the big tiger beside him, looked at Shang Jiuge and said with a smile, "The person who did this is a butcher."

"Butchers don't just kill pigs."

"He still cares about cutting the pig open, the meat is the meat, the bones are the bones, the offal is the offal, the trotters are the trotters, the pig's ears are served with wine, and the ribs are stewed."

"That's what a butcher does."

"That's why a pig can get its true value sublimation when it comes to the butcher."

"The price of a pig may only be five taels of silver, but at the butcher, after the parts are disassembled and sold, it may be sold for more than ten taels of silver."

"The butcher takes a pig for five taels of silver and sells it for ten taels of silver. This is the income of the butcher's work."

Shang Jiuge looked at Sheng Junqian.

She understood what Sheng Junqian meant.

"That's why." Shang Jiuge said.

"So, there are butchers in this world who kill pigs, sheep, cows and dogs, but there are no butchers who kill tigers." Sheng Junqian nodded and said, "You are a whole tiger, even if someone needs to buy it back, but How does he handle it?"

"Some people want tiger skin, some want tiger teeth, some want tiger bones, some want tiger meat to eat, but I'm afraid there are not many people who want all these."

"Okay, I understand." Shang Jiuge nodded.

Sheng Junqian felt that Shang Jiuge didn't understand.

Shang Jiuge looked at the black crowd in front of him: "Which of you can kill a tiger, take this tiger away."

The girl's expression was very serious: "I originally liked this butcher, but thinking about it, it's too troublesome to kill, and it's also very troublesome to sell."

"Whoever you want to kill a tiger, I'll sell you for 50 taels."

"Only 50 taels."

Before the words fell, the crowd suddenly separated like a tide, and four officials rushed over fiercely.

"It's you, you came to the Los Angeles market to sell things, did you get the official documents?"

They said viciously to Shang Jiuge.

(End of this chapter)