Douluo: The Soul Skill I Endowed All Things was exposed by Qian Renxue

Chapter 111 This is Losing Money

Looking at the price, it was still [-] cups of Bloody Marys. Everyone couldn't help but admire, "What a conscientious boss. There are not many such bosses. Come and buy it."

With their yelling, a thousand soul guides dropped rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the evening, all of them were sold out.

Seeing Quan Jiafu carrying a large amount of assets with him, some people couldn't help swallowing, feeling evil in their hearts, and then shook their heads.

The other party is a master of soul guidance, and it is not something a small person like himself can offend.

If you want to rob, you must be prepared to risk yourself. If you succeed, you may be able to rely on the money to eat and die in the killing system.

But if it fails, you have to consider whether you can bear the revenge from the soul guide master and his party.

Wu Qian came to the place where the Lord of Slaughter was again, and reported to him about their sale of soul tools today.

Tang Hao frowned and couldn't figure it out. What the other party did seemed to be just for more Bloody Marys, and he couldn't see any deep meaning.

If that's the case alone, it won't have much impact, at most it's just that you don't buy it yourself, "Okay, I understand, you can just back down."

Tang Hao waved his hand, seeming a little tired.

Indispensable, Wu Qian still has to pay a few words of flattery before leaving.

In this way, time passed day by day, and the killing fields of hell returned to their previous appearance, because almost all the people who are still alive now have soul guides, and the battle is no longer as naked as before, but with all kinds of gorgeous souls. Skills are blooming on the stage.

The audience is more enthusiastic.

On this day, Quan Jiafu returned to the hotel with the remaining unsold soul tools, and came to Si Qingfeng's room with a face full of self-blame.

"Master, I'm sorry, today's soul tools are not sold out."

Si Qingfeng nodded, "Okay, put the remaining soul guides here, there is nothing to be sorry about, everything is within my expectations."

Even though he said so, Quan Jiafu still felt that he was not good at doing things.

Seeing his appearance, Si Qingfeng smiled, "Silly boy, how can you blame this? Everyone has soul guides in their hands, so naturally there is no need to continue buying them, and those who don't have soul guides People really can’t afford it, you’ve worked hard during this time, go back and rest.”

After hearing his comfort, Quan Jiafu felt much better, bid him farewell respectfully, and went back to his room to rest.

And in the past few days, Si Qingfeng also felt tired, not because it was so troublesome to make the soul guide, but because the lines in his mind were really limited.

There are only a few sentences that I think about every day, and I can't do it even if I want to change it.

Usually, it only takes 3 minutes to manufacture a thousand soul guides, but it takes him a whole night to think about poetry.

Si Qingfeng rubbed his chin. Now that everyone has a sixth-level soul guide in their hands, there is no market for the rest.

If you want more Bloody Marys, the Killing Fields of Hell is clearly powerless, and you have to rely on the general public.

The next day, Si Qingfeng came to the entrance of Hell Slaughter Field in person, surrounded by Quan Jiafu and Lao Poison, Quan Jiafu was in charge of helping, and Lao Poison was in charge of protecting their safety.

Although Si Qingfeng didn't need it, the old poison wanted to be by his side.

Setting up the booth, Si Qingfeng took out the soul guide again, picked up a pen and paper and quickly wrote, "A seventh-level soul guide, one hundred and two cups."

Those who bought soul tools at the beginning showed disdain when they saw him still setting up a stall, "Now that everyone has soul tools in their hands, and they come to sell them, how can anyone buy them?"

But when they saw what was written on the paper, their mouths fell to the ground, "A seventh-level soul guide?"

Someone shouted in shock, and hurried to the booth, "Master, is this a seventh-level soul tool comparable to a seventy-level soul skill?"

Si Qingfeng smiled and nodded, "I didn't expect that there are people who know the goods, how about it? Would you like to have one?"

The man fell silent. He had only bought a sixth-level soul guide before, so he didn't have the energy to buy a seventh-level soul guide now.

As more and more people gathered in front of him, but no one bought it, Si Qingfeng had a plan.

Standing up, he said loudly: "Everyone, do you want to own a seventh-level soul tool? I know the answer is yes, but you may not have so much money. My purpose is to help everyone survive in the killing capital and It’s not about making money blindly, so we support the trade-in of these seven-level soul guides!”

After the voice fell, someone was puzzled and asked, "What does it mean to trade in the old for the new?"

Si Qingfeng smiled slightly, "Good question, this is a trade-in, which is to exchange the sixth-level soul guide in your hands for the seventh-level soul guide. Of course, you need to make up for the difference."

"The price of recycling a sixth-level soul guide is sixty cups of Bloody Mary. That is to say, if you hold a sixth-level soul guide and add sixty cups of Bloody Mary, you can get a seventh-level soul guide." device."

After the words fell, everyone understood what he meant and explained clearly.

But some people reprimanded, "Black-hearted businessman, we spent [-] yuan to buy a sixth-level soul guide, but you only refund [-] yuan when you take it back. This is unreasonable."

As soon as this remark came out, it attracted a lot of echoes, "That's right, that's right, you are too black-hearted, we just bought it for a few days."

Seeing their greedy looks, Si Qingfeng felt dissatisfied, stood up and retorted, "I am black? If I am black, I won't let you trade in the old for the new. Whoever can afford it will buy it, and if he can't afford it, he will be beaten."

"You have to be clear that it is difficult to sell the sixth-level soul guide in my hands. It has no effect on me. I gave you this kind of policy out of mercy. You don't know good people, don't you?" It’s done, from now on, if you don’t accept it, it’s still a new one.”

Seeing his angry appearance, although everyone didn't fully understand what he meant, they all felt that what he said made sense.

After all, if you don't have the confidence, how dare you be so righteously indignant.

Everyone looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, they all seemed to regret what they said just now.

Some strong men who were able to bend and stretch came forward and apologized to Si Qingfeng, "Master, I'm sorry, we wronged you, you have always been righteous, and I hope that you will still give us preferential policies regardless of the faults of villains. "

Someone take the lead.Then there are those who follow the crowd, "Yes, master, we blamed you wrongly, and hope you can continue to accept the old for the new, yes, the old for the new."

Si Qingfeng stood up with regret on his face, "Hey, what do you want me to say? I am obviously thinking of everyone's interests. You see, you have used the sixth-level soul guides you bought before, and it is also for you. You bring a corresponding benefit, to me these are second-hand goods."

"Besides, no one will buy it again after I buy it. Think again, is it really that simple to manufacture a soul guide? Every time I make a soul guide, I need to spend a lot of soul power and mental power. All I do is lose money."

"Yes, yes, Master Yi Bo Yuntian!"

"That's right, Master is all for us!"

These people completely forgot what they said just now, and praised Si Qingfeng shamelessly.

(End of this chapter)