Spare Me, Great Lord! Chapter 367 - Selling Chives

The fine art street of Luo Cheng was situated in the old district. Lu Shu went there by bus. In the past, he held deep reverence for that industry. Just imagine, hundreds of thousands of yuan were flowing between the vendors and customers every minute, and a single item could be worth a good sum. His impression remained unchanged until he paid a visit to the Xijing fine art street…

Lu Shu walked inside the place after he alighted from the bus. It was about the same as his expectation, with only some stalls in operation. On both sides of the road, there were antique-looking items and the most welcomed customers were the foreigners…

But the times had changed. Nowadays, the vendors favorite buyers were Daoyuan Cla.s.s students…

At first, they were perceived to be smart, discerning individuals. But over time, the owners had noticed that the only difference between them and ordinary students were their physical power, not intelligence.

Moreover, Daoyuan Cla.s.s students were actually even more gullible.

The most typical example was that a fake, ancient jade, disguised in fluorescent powder, was sold for over 50 thousand yuan, while the product only cost the owner 150 yuan.

With that incident as a pioneer, students soon became the best-loved guests. Every stall would be equipped with rare magical weapons, transforming the fine art street into the a.r.s.enal of the cultivation realm.

Sometimes foreign Metahumans would come as well. Deeply intrigued by the profoundness of the Eastern culture, they would always be fascinated by the vast range of magical weapons there. Not long after, a post appeared on the Golden Foundation, I never expected that the Chinese cultivation realm was so affluent!

But within an hour, the man realized he might have been a fool. The vendor claimed that the gourd he bought would produce a powerful spirit, which could possibly breathe fire and water, and was even capable of saving a grandpa…

At that moment, he himself could not understand what kind of special function that was. Why the need to save a grandpa?!

Afterwards, he found out it was only a scam. But the fine art street never accepted returns or refunds. Coupled with the fear of the Heavenly Network, the man could only suffer the loss by himself.

He was a legal tourist, who had informed the Heavenly Network of his entrance. But of course, he could not reap any benefits if he was involved in a local conflict. What if the Heavenly Network came when he was upholding his rights? Should he call an ambulance first?

In the external Pract.i.tioner’s eyes, the Heavenly Network was a mysterious and influential organization, and Nie Ting’s people earned the reputation with their sweat and blood.

It was a universal situation across the globe. Be it ill or well-intentioned, it was hard to prove one’s innocence after a foreign Pract.i.tioner got into trouble.

At a time of high tension, it was actually not in line with the working ethics of the Heavenly Network. The foreign Metahuman in this case was only worrying too much…

Lu Shu walked to the fine art street full of swagger, with his chives in his bag. Someone immediately called out to him, “Young man, are you here for fine art or magical weapons?”

Apparently he was confirming Lu Shu’s ident.i.ty, whether an ordinary or Daoyuan Cla.s.s student.

Unexpectedly, Lu Shu put on an enigmatic smile, “I’m not buying. I’m selling something.”

“Sell what?” the vendor was surprised, did he bring some precious stuff? Last time, an old farmer came with a bronze sword. Just when it was thought to be a fake, it was sold for twelve thousand yuan, and was later discovered to be a real magical weapon!

That deal alone was enough for the seller to live a good life!

The man was curious, “Let me take a look for you. What’s in your bag?”

Lu Shu whispered, “Chives, the fine art!”

“From w.a.n.g Kunbao’s distress, +299!”

He paused for a long moment. Since when were chives considered as a fine art object… Why? Your chives can sing and dance?!

“Go away. Don’t waste my time,” the man waved his hand.

Without a word, Lu Shu started setting up his own stall in the adjacent s.p.a.ce. Once he took out his chives, the man drew a startled breath at the extraordinary redness, “Brother, was it grown in a magically rich land?”

The color was as bright as flames, capturing one’s eyes and attention at once!

Nowadays, such chives were sold in sticks, not kilograms!

In the earliest days, it was sold for 80 thousand yuan per kilogram, and was very well-received due to its clear effectiveness in improving one’s health, including promotion of digestion, raising of spirits and suppression of sweating. It was especially popular among the rich in the sub-healthy state.

Afterwards, the price plunged due to increased supply. To counter this, the sellers began the retail trade…

As a result, one stick cost 100 yuan, affordable even for the ma.s.ses. This had revived the chives market and the current market price was 130 per stick.

However, typical magical chives only had a tinge of redness on their tips, but Lu Shu’s were exceptionally bright.

“How much is it, young man?” the man asked, planning to buy one stick out of pure curiosity…

In the past, a dish of fried chives with eggs had more leaves than eggs. But now, it’d be more appropriate to call it scrambled eggs with chives…

Lu Shu threw him a glimpse, “200 per stick. No bargain.”

He certainly knew how good his chives were. Lu Shu would never fight an unprepared battle.

Just when the owner was about to haggle over the price, two youthful students walked in, looking like undergraduates.

Their eyes brightened at the sight of Lu Shu’s chives. One of them squatted down and greeted Lu Shu in English, “h.e.l.lo!”

Lu Shu froze, how should he reply?

Thinking for a few seconds, he replied in English, “Hi. How are you?”

The person hesitated too, “I’m fine, thank you. And you?”

In proper English, Lu Shu answered, “I’m fine too. Where are you from?”

The conversation caught the onlooking man off guard. What kind of communication technique was that?

The student pondered, “I’m from China.”

After two seconds of silence, Lu Shu switched back to Chinese, “… then why did you act smart?”

“From w.a.n.g Qian’s distress, +199!”

“From Meng Yunbang’s distress, +166!”

Squatting in front of Lu Shu, w.a.n.g Qian was confused, what’s wrong with greeting people with a “h.e.l.lo”? However, he had no intention to pursue further on the topic, “How much are your chives?”

“200, if a man eats it, his woman suffers; if a woman eats it, her man suffers,” it was an advertis.e.m.e.nt line that Lu Shu had wanted to use since a long time ago. Finally, after almost half a year, it was proven apt in the given context. But then, the two students exchanged startled looks, as if at a loss. Suddenly Lu Shu realized it was because his advertis.e.m.e.nt was not intense enough!

After a total of five seconds, he added, “If a man eats it, his man probably suffers too…”

“From w.a.n.g Qian’s distress, +399!”

“From Meng Yunbang’s distress, +499!”