Song Yin in the last days

The small shops in Tonghua Lane are all similar, with extremely narrow fronts and deep shops, and the same is true of the "Xianyang Xiangzhu" shop that Song Xianshi entered. It is ten meters deep, with lanterns hanging under the eaves, an incense burner burning in front of the hall, and a row of red knots on the wall, all of which are not very delicate high-end products. The local route is quite satisfactory, and the main product is a famous local product: incense wax money paper , with all kinds of props for feudal superstition... Such a small shop is crowded among other alternative shops, and it is very inconspicuous.

There were no customers in the store at the moment, and the handsome native guy watching the store was lying on the cabinet and playing with his mobile phone. He raised his head when he heard footsteps, and stood up hastily after seeing the person coming.

"Brother Song is free today. It's a coincidence that you are here. Our boss has just arrived."

"I'll buy some cinnabar, so you don't need to bother your boss." Song Yinxin said that my visit was unlucky, and your boss was always in the shop.

Although the threshold of their profession is very high, there are still a few talisman masters after all. They don't have much contact with each other, but they are not so old and dead. Everyone has formed a loose and small circle through certain channels. The owner of this store, Lin, happened to be a member of the circle. Song Yin had dealt with this person in other cities before, and it was only when he settled in a small town that he came to know that he was also from Xianyang.

Boss Lin's ears are very good. When he heard the voice coming out of the back hall excitedly, he smiled all over his face: "Xiao Song, you don't bother me, but I have something to trouble you. If you don't come to me, I will definitely want to." Go find you, come, come, come, let's talk later and talk later..."

Song Yin was half dragged and half invited into the back hall. No need to think about it, there was only one thing that would trouble him: talismans.

This thing is destined to be a seller's market, because it is impossible to mass-produce this thing at all. There are only a few real talisman masters. No matter how powerful they are, it is impossible to transform into an arsenal. If he could draw a good talisman, even if Song Yin had reached the middle stage of the third level, he wouldn't be able to draw even a first-level safety talisman today.

Therefore, he who was dragged to the back hall by Boss Lin had only a wave of hands: "I'm not in good condition these days, and I'm out of stock."

Boss Lin smiled and looked at him with a beer belly: "30 a piece of evil spirit talisman, will you sell it or not?"

"So tall?" Song Yin was a little tempted.

Boss Lin nodded: "30 tickets, as much as you want."

Hmph, the talisman master doesn't have a talisman? ... It's strange!The current state is not good, does not mean that the previous state is also not good!

Hearing what he said, Song Yin hesitated instead.Talisman seals are like top-quality tonics. They are mainly consumed by rich people, who are rich people with some knowledge. However, in view of its secrecy, although there are more and more rich people these years, the price of talisman seals has not been as high as that of ancient times. Knowing the same thing has been hyped to a sky-high price, so the price of the evil spirit talisman has remained at around 20, and 30 can be said to be ridiculously high, a full increase of 50%.

Who would pay such a high price?Could it be that he did something outrageous and wanted to avoid disasters?

If talisman seals are like top-quality tonics, then talisman masters are like doctors, who only care about saving people regardless of the reason. Panic, right?

Boss Lin is a member of the circle, and he understood it after seeing his reaction, and quickly patted his chest: "Don't worry, Uncle Lin, can you still believe it? The buyer is a decent person, and everyone in our business believes in cause and effect. of."

Song Yin felt relieved and thought for a while: "I have two evil spirit talismans, but they are stronger than normal ones, so I didn't intend to take them at first."

Boss Lin's eyes lit up: "30 is an ordinary evil talisman. If you have enough energy, you can reuse it more than three times. I will offer 4, no, 4."

Song Yin felt refreshed now, and took out a talisman from his backpack and handed it to Boss Lin. It was cold, and he was going to fight in the south. He didn't have enough money, but 9 was a timely rain.

Boss Lin took the talisman carefully and opened it, his eyes became brighter and brighter, his family has a long history, he can't make talismans but he understands talismans very well, he immediately saw that the qi in these two talismans is enough to last three times, the elementary talisman can be used repeatedly Twice is high-quality goods, three times, this is a rare and good thing in the market, it is not in vain that he has not moved his nest since he knew that this kid was living in Xianyang.

A little bit of jealousy can't help mixed with the joy: "Little Song Xing, you are so strong at such a young age, have you already reached the peak of the elementary level? In two or three years, it is time to enter the advanced level. It really belongs to your ancestral grave." Good feng shui, your grandfather hasn't left for a few years, it's your turn to take the lead."

Song Yin was displeased when he heard that, and squinted at him: "Boss Lin, the ancestral grave of your Lin family has been emitting green smoke all the time. I have worked so hard to make talismans, and it took me a few months to get one. It's good for you, just change hands." , maybe earn more than me."

"Cough, cough, where did you earn so much money? We are just a middleman, and we look at people's faces everywhere. Those rich people are not easy to serve, so be careful with them everywhere. Like you talisman masters, you have all your abilities, and no one can take them away..."

Boss Lin laughed dryly. People say that guests are gods, and their gods are talisman masters. For these spoiled gods, we must have a tolerant heart.

After the transaction was over, Boss Lin still didn't give up: "Do you have any other talismans? Home talisman, safety talisman, travel talisman, amulet, light travel talisman, strong talisman, water avoidance talisman...Anyway, as long as it is a talisman, no matter what kind I want it all, the price goes up by [-]%, no, everything goes up by [-]%."

Song Yin shook his head, it's not that he doesn't have talismans, he has talismans, but he can't sell them—the rest of the talismans in his hand are above the second level, it's too public to show, his old man taught him to leave when he was young The low-key route, besides, 90 yuan can last for a long time. Once there is no financial pressure, money means little to him.

Boss Lin saw that he didn't want to sell, so he happily took out a pile of banknotes from the safe. Song Yin didn't even count them, and threw them into his backpack. When they left the back hall, the two chatted about the abnormality of Tonghua Lane. lively.

"The past few days have been very evil, and there is a lot of traffic every day. I heard that it was caused by the recent virus. It seems that there are rumors that a catastrophe is coming. It is estimated that the price increase of talismans is also related to these rumors. You said that we can all hear the wind, but those dignitaries can’t hear it? They are most afraid of death, why don’t they rush over to find a way to survive?”

Boss Lin was a bit disapproving when he mentioned Master Qi. Everyone belonged to the same big circle. The Lin family had been in the circle for two to three hundred years. It was clear who had the real skills and who was cheating—someone who really knew how to count. How many dare to come out to make money, not afraid of karma or heaven? !

The little guy wrapped the talisman paper and cinnabar, and Song Yin took the goods and was about to go out. Boss Lin hesitated for a while and finally stopped him: "Xiao Song, what happened this time is really a bit weird. I heard that even the aisles in the hospital It was crowded with patients, and my children kept urging me on the phone several times. I plan to leave in a while, and I think you should leave as soon as possible. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall."

The young shop clerk is the boss's distant nephew, and happily took the conversation: "Second Uncle, Brother Song, do you think the end of the world is really coming? It's great, do you..."

"If you are as tall as you, go quickly and tidy up the money papers over there. The end of the world is the end of the day, what are you happy about the end of the world?..."

The two tourists who had just entered the door looked at each other in astonishment, Song Yin smiled and went out.