Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Qi Wu Yue turned his head and said impatiently: "If you have something to say, please say it quickly!"

Men Sankou rubbed his hands together, his eyes sparkled, and his tone was filled with uncontrollable joy.

He slowly asked tentatively, "Are you going to sell the refined pills to the academy's mall?"

Xiao Lin also had some doubts in his mind, but he nodded gently and said, "That's right."

Men Sankou clapped his hands and said, "What a coincidence! Listen to me, you two. I'm sure you've discovered that, for example, the price of this Qi-boosting pill is 20 points per pill, but the price listed in the mall is 30 points per pill."

"Take a commission?"

"That's right! In fact, the academy takes a cut. For the same item, the difference in profit between selling it to the academy and buying it from the academy is at least 20%, and sometimes even more."

Men Sankou continued, "But if it is a transaction between students, without the academy, then both the seller and the buyer will profit at the same time."

"Just like the night market, we artificially avoided the academy as a competitor. Of course, I also know that you alchemists don't care about this little money and don't want to waste time selling at the night market. You might as well spend the time setting up stalls to make more pills."

Xiao Lin thought about it and said, "Indeed."

He lowered his gaze slightly and said, "So, Senior, do you want to cooperate with me?"

"Of course. Junior sold the pills to me, and I bought them at 25 points per pill. Even if the price increased a little, and I sold them at 27 points per pill, both parties would still make a profit."

Men Sankou stared at Xiao Lin intently, trying to impress him with his sincere look.

Then he lobbied reluctantly, "If it were some unpopular items, it would be fine to sell them to the academy at a low price, but this is a necessary elixir for your cultivation, and you won't have trouble selling it. Why should you let the academy take one-third of the profits for nothing? I think it's not worth it!"

Before Xiao Lin could speak, he heard a mocking voice coming from afar.

"Look! That bumpkin is selling his junk again!"

Students from two academies, one tall and one short, came out from the mall entrance.

The short student had a face as big as a plate, with a lot of fat on his face, and a pair of small green bean eyes that were almost invisible. He said with a sneer on his face: "You think it's trash, but maybe it's a treasure in other people's eyes."

A cold light flashed in Men Sankou's eyes, and Qingyan's baby face instantly tensed up with a hint of disgust.

These two people can be considered as families of immortal cultivators, and their families have some financial resources. Of course, they are much more "noble and wealthy" than a poor person like him who came from an ordinary small town.

With their family background, they can still act arrogantly in their own territory, but when they come to the academy, they are far from enough compared to those real wealthy and powerful families.

In front of those noblemen from aristocratic families, they could only wag their tails and beg for mercy, and do their utmost to fawn and please.

In front of those people, they were so servile that they couldn't even be followers. But when they turned around and faced these ordinary mortals who were practicing from humble backgrounds, they put on another ugly and arrogant face.

Too high to reach.

Low, ridicule and oppress at will.

It seemed as if they could get back at those people who were even worse off than themselves for all the bullying they endured at the hands of those young masters and young ladies from aristocratic families.

The mud knelt down to please the gold and jade, but it still turned its head to hate the weeds.

Men Sankou and these two students were in the same grade and class. They all lived in a dormitory area where each room cost 500 spirit stones, and they were even on the same floor.

These two guys often made sarcastic remarks and spoke ill of him.

Under normal circumstances, he would just treat them as nothing.

If one day I can't bear it anymore, I will find a sack at night and beat the person up until he is black and blue, and I will feel happy instantly.

Of course, this happened behind the scenes, and no one knew it was him. These guys just thought they had provoked someone they could not afford to offend, and the next day they would only be more humble in front of those rich and powerful people.

Therefore, in the eyes of these lapdogs, I have probably always been a punching bag who never talks back and allows others to bully him.

Little did they know that they were their own punching bags. If they lost money in business, they would sneak over to them at night and beat them up. If they made money, they would sneak over to them at night and beat them up to celebrate.

Men Sankou smiled coldly, but he was very unhappy that someone was disturbing him while he was discussing big business.

Men Sankou folded his arms, sneered, raised his eyebrows and said, "Because you look like a pig, you simply can't speak human language?"

The fat monk's face turned red, and from a distance he looked like a piece of pig liver, and his green eyes flashed with vicious malice.

In a remote and rough place where ordinary mortals live, people with cultivated spiritual veins can actually grow up.

How could such a lowly person be able to enter the academy? How could such a vulgar person be more qualified than them?

In particular, the tall monk fell in love with a senior sister, but she herself was average-looking. The senior sister didn't want to pay any attention to him at all, but smiled and spoke kindly to this money-conscious guy.

The tall monk gritted his teeth, determined to teach this pretty boy a lesson.

Qi Ertian's face was full of an expression of watching a show.

"Wow! They are cannon fodder, two of them at once."

"Without the jumping cannon fodder, face-slapping literature seems to have lost its essence. Now this is the right flavor!"

"Dad, let me tell you about the copper coin spirit."

Here, the provocative cannon fodder duo continued: "Country bumpkin, why don't you take your pile of junk and get out of here!"

"No, he is also a pile of 'junk'. It should be that the junks take the junks with them and get out."

Men Sankou said angrily, "Don't block your grandfather's business! Should I get out of here, or do you want to run away with your tails between your legs?"

Qi Ertian kept on talking in his sleeves about the not-so-brief introduction of the copper coin spirit.

The Copper Coin Spirit is an orphan, abandoned without a father or mother. He was first picked up by an old carpenter. A few years later, the old carpenter passed away, and he lived alone.

He grew up with the help of his neighbors and eating at many people's homes. He lived in a small town called Antai.

Although Antai Town is not wealthy, it is peaceful and quiet, and its people are simple and hospitable.

Most of the people in the town are ordinary people who cannot practice cultivation. Copper Coin Spirit is one of the few children in the town who has a spiritual vein. He is also the one with the best qualifications and the most potential.

An ordinary mortal, through his unremitting efforts, entered the number one college on the continent.

At first glance, it sounds like an inspirational story about hard work and progress.

The life wish of the Copper Coin Spirit is to save spirit stones.

Save lots and lots of spirit stones, countless spirit stones.

Help his adopted brother find his biological parents, but forget about himself.

Grandpa said that he was left at the door by a woman in a red robe, and it seemed that she didn't want him anymore.

If no one wants him, then no one wants him. But if his uncle gets rich one day, he doesn't want to have an extra father or mother to take care of for no reason.

But his younger brother Xiaowen was different. He was obviously lost from his parents. He had an exquisite and luxurious longevity lock around his neck. It was obvious that he was born with his parents' expectations.

Xiao Wen's parents must have loved him very much. Unlike him, his father didn't love him and his mother didn't care about him. When he was thrown at his grandfather's door, there were only purple marks on his neck.

Well... we need to send more children to private schools.

We cannot become illiterate mud monkeys, especially Aunt Wang’s grandson, who plays with cats and dogs and climbs trees to pick birds all day long. He must be sent to school.

Then invite a formation master to improve the dead river in the town. The irrigation of the land and crops in the town originally depended on that river.

Later, for some unknown reason, the river suddenly became a dead river. Not only did the water turn black, it also emitted a foul odor, and all the crops that were watered with it withered and died.

The townspeople’s harvest was poor, and their income sources were greatly reduced, making their already poor life even more difficult.

However, he heard from his teachers in the academy that in order to change the fate of a piece of land, one must be a master of formations at the grandmaster level.

Lingshi, Lingshi, Lingshi, it’s the life of the three of them!

He wanted to beat up those who prevented him from earning spirit stones so hard that their fathers wouldn't even recognize them.

Men Sankou clenched his fists tightly.