surnamed Wang

In the city of Wushan County, many vendors appeared overnight, and the things they sold were nothing unusual, just some flowers and seeds.

A monk who had just arrived, couldn't help being curious, stepped forward and said:

"Boss, please ask, why are there so many flower sellers along the street? Could it be that there is some major celebration?"

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with two moustache. At this time, the business was cold, so he explained:

"Fellow Daoists don't know that this Spiritual Rhyme Sect has recently released a love seed, who claims to plant the entire fairy mountain with flowers for a woman, and he comes to buy flower seeds almost every day, and he only needs vines and hibiscus.

This kid spent tens of thousands of spirit stones on it in just a few days, and the flower seeds that were originally a handful of spirit stones were fired into a few spirit stones. The survival rate of vine hibiscus is not high, and ten seeds are all It may not be possible for two or three plants to survive, some of them are active, and have already begun to spend a lot of money to cultivate the finished plants, and one plant is worth nearly a hundred spirit stones. "

The stall owner was full of envy in his words. While the two were talking, Xiao Huzi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed in the direction of the city gate:
"See, the young man in the pink clothes at the door is the unjust... love."

At the gate of the city of Wushan County, Wang Bingquan walked slowly into the city, waving his folding fan lightly. The vendors along the way greeted each other with greetings:
"Master Zhao Immortal, come and have a look, the ones that arrived today are all specially selected flowers, all plump and round."

Wang Gangquan put away the folding fan with a "swish", stepped forward, grabbed a handful, looked at it carefully, and said, "It's really good."

At this time, another merchant came forward and said:
"Zhao Daoyou, I'm also from the Spiritual Rhyme Sect. We all come from the same sect. I won't lie to you. My seeds are better than his. All of them have been moistened with spiritual liquid, and the germination rate is extremely high. Do you hold the palm of your eye?"

Hearing the words, Wang Gangquan moved his steps lightly, came to the booth of that person, and said with emotion again: "Not bad, not bad."

Next to her, an old woman in her early fifties also twisted her buttocks and came to Wang Quanquan's side. She gently brushed the silk scarf in front of the other party, and said softly:
"Brother Zhao, don't listen to their nonsense. No matter how high the germination rate is [-]%, how high can it be? It's better to buy the whole flowers from my slave's house directly. These hibiscus will bloom in the next year, and the girl you like can see them earlier, right?"

"Fairy is right." Wang Bingquan nodded his head deeply.

A group of people were hard at work selling, Wang Gangquan would look at each of them a few times, and then make comments like "good" and "very good".

Everyone flattered in a spiral and twisted, saying that he was young and talented, and saying that the girl had been blessed for several lifetimes, all of which made the other party smile and feel ecstatic.

In the end, Wang Gangquan made a final decision and said:
"Everyone speaks so nicely. Mr. Zhao wants all these goods, but there is still a lot of shortage right now. In this way, you should replenish the goods as soon as possible. I will come back tomorrow. As long as the goods are good, the price is not a problem."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and threw out 10,000+ spirit stones, and a group of vendors rushed to snatch them up. The young girl among them was so happy that she tore it up, and the spectators followed Wang Gangquan to feast their eyes on it.

……

Returning to the sect, several disciples had been waiting at the junction of the three peaks, Wang Gangquan took out a few storage bags and threw them out:

"As usual, Xu Tiedan and Huang Jinguang are in charge of Yanjun Peak, Zhong Liang and Xiaoyu go to Chixia Peak, and Zhongfeng belongs to me."

The disciples took the flower seeds and separated on the spot, only Xia Xiaoyu was still standing there with a smile on her face.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyu?" Wang Bingquan was puzzled.

"It's nothing, I just feel that Fairy Yanhong is very happy to have a man like Master dyeing the whole Sanfeng red for her."

"Don't talk nonsense, being a teacher is just willing to gamble and accept defeat to fulfill the agreement."

Wang Gangquan quickly denied it, not giving this eccentric girl any excuse.

The girl smiled, with a look of seeing through and not telling the truth, Wang Bingquan as a master could not be manipulated by an apprentice, glanced at Nie Zhongliang who was standing stupidly not far away, and said in a low voice:
"Instead of watching jokes here as a teacher, it's better to think about how to get that kid to plant flowers for you."

The girl's face turned red when she heard the words. With her fortune at this age, how can she fight against the old monster who has lived for decades in front of her?

Wang Gangquan suppressed his smile and continued:

"The things in your heart can be written all over your face. Don't blame Zhong Liangmu. Boys don't know much about love at this age. When a teacher is in his teens, he knows how to flirt with others all day long..."

Just as Wang Gingquan was about to reflect on his innocence when he pissed and made mud, he suddenly realized that it was not good to say such things in front of female disciples, so he coughed dryly and said:

"Let's go quickly, don't make him wait in a hurry."

Xia Xiaoyu lowered her head and let out a soft "Oh", then turned and walked towards Chixia Peak.

"Huh? Xiaoyu, why is your face so red?" the boy asked in surprise.

"It's too hot, it's sunburned." The girl casually found a reason to perfunctory.

"Don't tell me, you look pretty when you blush."

"Stop talking nonsense and go to work quickly."

The voices of the two children gradually faded away, but Wang Gingquan was stunned on the spot and did not recover. It seemed that he was the only one who still peed and made mud in his teens.

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In the early morning of the next day, the young man who was regarded as the God of Wealth appeared again in Wushan County. This time, he sold as generously as ever. Even let go of his rhetoric, he is willing to buy it at three times the price tomorrow.

In the whole Wushan County, everyone turned into a dog overnight, but after several days of searching, the vines and hibiscus were no longer seen for thousands of miles around the county, but even so, someone still made a batch of goods overnight.

In the early morning of the next day, the vendors waited for the God of Wealth to arrive with smiles on their faces, but they waited from morning to noon, and from noon to night, but they never saw him.

It turned out that late last night, when everyone was looking for sources of goods, a group of businessmen from afar came into the city. They also came after hearing the news, but the prices they grasped were still a few days ago.

Everyone wanted to get this batch of goods at a low price, but someone who killed a thousand dollars said too much, "Now the price has tripled", and the group stopped immediately, and immediately expressed that they would save it until tomorrow morning to sell it themselves.

Several traders who had been in the city all the year round combined, and finally reluctantly took out a lot of spirit stones to buy out the goods. The wool came out of the sheep. At worst, the price would be temporarily raised tomorrow morning. Anyway, the kind of love would still be accepted.

But I don't want to be rejected the next day, and all the goods will be thrown into the hands.

……

In a cave on the east side of Yanjun Peak, several people were toasting to celebrate, besides Wang Gangquan and Hong Qingyan, there were also a few unfamiliar faces also wearing pink shirts.

Wang Gangquan raised his wine glass and said with a bold smile:

"This time, thanks to a few helpers."

"What's the matter, Fellow Daoist Zhao, it's really an honor for me to be able to do things for a caring person like you." A monk raised his cup and replied.

"Zhao Daoyou's clever calculations, not only got enough flower seeds, but also made those speculators suffer a lot." Another monk also sincerely praised.

Hong Qingyan followed suit and said:
"I can't blame others for this matter. Those people are too greedy. Otherwise, why would the spirit stone in the pocket fly away?"

A group of people toasted and clinked, and the laughter spread far away.

Everything yesterday was a play directed and acted by Wang Bingquan himself. When he bought flower seeds for the first time, they were sold at normal prices. Later, with the shortage of supplies, even though the things were useless, they were still priced up to an outrageous level.

Wang Quanquan is not the one who suffers from being dumb, so he came up with this not-so-smart way, unexpectedly, none of the traders could see that Wang Quanquan got the seeds for nothing. If he was more ruthless, the business might still be profitable .

However, from the side view of this matter, Wang Gangquan really looks like Kaizi, otherwise he wouldn't have made those people so unscrupulous.

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