Lin Feng is discussing the details of cooperation with Cang Xuan, and has agreed on a general framework: this batch of goods will be stored in Myriad Treasures Tower first, listed for sale, and a commission of 10% will be charged on each item sold. Cang Xuan fully accepts this, and even takes the initiative to reduce the commission to 8%, just to retain this big customer.
Halfway through the conversation, there was movement from the stairs.
Footsteps were heard on the wooden stairs, and each step was very heavy, as if they were deliberately showing something. Before I saw anyone, I smelled the smell first. A strong smell of precious spices floated in, mixed with an indescribable aura of nobility, and permeated the air in the entire appraisal room.
The door opened.
A young man walked in.
He is about twenty-five or six years old, with a handsome face and good facial features, but the lazy arrogance that hangs between his eyebrows all year round spoils his face a lot. He is wearing the best gold silk brocade robe, with fine embroidery, and a sculpture hanging on his waist. The jade pendant with complicated workmanship exudes the atmosphere of Low-Grade Divine Artifact. Behind him are four equally well-dressed entourages. They scan the whole place as soon as they step into the door, as if they are used to treating every place as their own backyard.
This person's name is Wei Chong, Flowing Cloud City, son of city lord Wei Yuan, young master Flowing Cloud City. He has lived in this land for more than three hundred years, and no one has ever made him suffer in person, and rarely even made him wait.
When he entered the door, he glanced at Lin Feng first, his eyes stopped on that ordinary face for less than a second, and then turned to the batch of goods on the appraisal table.
His eyes lit up.
"How much do these cost? I want them all."
He said it to Cang Xuan with a calm tone, as if he was asking the clerk what new goods arrived today. There was no need to discuss or answer, only a quotation and delivery.
Cang Xuan bowed quietly and said, "Young Master, this batch of goods has been entrusted by the owner of the goods to be sold on behalf of this building. The specific matters need to be discussed with the owner of the goods."
Only then did Wei Chong turn his attention to Lin Feng again.
Those eyes looked at Lin Feng for about three seconds, from head to toe, from toe to head, and the conclusion was written on his face - ordinary clothes, ordinary appearance, without any sect nameplate, not a person worth caring about.
"Are you the owner of the cargo?"
"Yes."
"How much, tell me the number, I won't let you suffer." Wei Chong took a step forward, with a clear sense of Tiancheng's kindness in his tone, "In Flowing Cloud City, I, Wei Chong, have never made anyone feel that I have been at a loss."
"Not for sale." Lin Feng was putting the eleven items back into the bag one by one without raising his head.
"Huh?" Wei Chong thought he heard wrongly, "What did you say?"
"Not for sale." Lin Feng repeated, with a clear tone and no room for negotiation. "These goods have been negotiated with Myriad Treasures Tower. They will not be sold separately. If you are interested, please queue up through normal channels."
Wei Chong was stunned for two seconds, and then laughed softly, the kind of smile that said, "I have seen too many ignorant people."
He took a step forward and stood between Lin Feng and the baggage, blocking him.
"Boy." He lowered his voice and became serious, "I'm giving you a chance, you'd better think clearly."
"You don't ask around. In Flowing Cloud City, who can say no to what I Wei Chong want? I'm not here to rob you, I bought it for you. You should thank me."
He turned sideways, glanced at the baggage, and his tone became meaningful:
"Be smart and keep the things, and I'll ask someone to give you money. If you insist on not selling..."
He paused and did not finish the second half of the sentence, but the pause itself was already a threat.
The four followers next to him silently took half a step forward and blocked the direction of the exit.
In the appraisal room, Cang Xuan stood behind the appraisal table, looking at his nose and heart without saying anything. He had seen this kind of thing too many times. If the main thing was missing, no one could stop it, and he couldn't stop it either. It would be useless to talk more.
Lin Feng put the last piece of luggage in and picked it up.
Then he raised his head and took a serious look at Wei Chong.
He just looked at it quietly for about three seconds, as if he was doing a very simple true or false question, scanning the other person from top to bottom.
Then, he spoke, his tone was calm, his words were not fast, and his words were clear:
"I don't ask dead people's names."
Wei Chong was stunned.
These five words fell into his ears, and it took him nearly two seconds to fully understand the meaning.
"What did you say?!" His expression suddenly changed, and the spiritual energy around him suddenly surged. Mid Divine General Stage's pressure dissipated, causing several glassware in the appraisal room to creak, "Say it to me again!!"
Lin Feng sighed, as if what he was facing was just a little troublesome thing.
He took a step to the side, gave up his position, adjusted his center of gravity, and then raised his feet, without any speed or slowness, without any unnecessary preparatory movements--
Just kicked him out.
This kick does not use any spiritual power, it is purely physical strength.
But what is the level of Lin Feng's physical strength - he was able to carry the artifact when Primordial World was there. Now, although his cultivation has been suppressed, his physical strength is still there, and the power of this kick is much heavier than the spiritual attack that Wei Chong sends out with all his strength.
"Bang!!!"
Wei Chong flew into the air, and his back crashed directly through the window behind him. The window frame and panels were all shattered. He drew a parabola in the air, crossed the railing on the second floor, and fell down.
"Ah--!!!!!"
The scream lasted for a long time, and then was cut off by a louder bang.
"Whoosh--bang!!!"
Wei Chong hit a stall on the street downstairs solidly.
That stall sells stinky tofu.
The stall completely collapsed, the oil pan overturned, and hot oil and tofu poured all over him, causing him to roll on the ground. His squealing sound drowned out all the surrounding noise. At the same time, the strange aroma mixed with the smell of tar and fermentation quickly spread in the street, and passers-by covered their noses and backed away.
The stall owner was stunned for a second, and then burst into heart-wrenching cries:
"My tofu--!!! My oil pan--!!! I just got the goods--!!!"
The whole street was quiet for three seconds at first.
Then everyone exploded at the same time.
In the appraisal room upstairs, the four followers all froze on the spot, no one moved, because no one knew what to do or what expression to put on.
Cang Xuan stood behind the appraisal desk, looked at the broken window, and then at Lin Feng. The expression on his thirteen thousand-year-old face maintained a peak of professional composure.
Blood Scorpion stood up from the chair by the wall, glanced out the window, retracted, faced Lin Feng, and made a serious report:
"Sir, the target was accurately hit. It hit the center of the stall without any deviation."
"Hmm." Lin Feng patted the wrinkles on the baggage and turned to Cang Xuan, "The goods will be deposited with you first. If a buyer bids, let me know. I live..." He thought for a while, "Just live at Drunken Immortal Tower in Cloud-Gazing Street. Just ask the clerk to send a message."
Cang Xuan bowed deeply. "I understand, please rest assured."
Lin Feng carried the baggage and walked out. When he reached the door, he looked back at the four followers who were still in place:
"Your young master is downstairs, go and pick him up."
The four of them woke up from a dream at the same time, pushed each other, and staggered towards the stairs.
Lin Feng went downstairs and passed through the already completely boiling hall on the first floor. Hundreds of looks came from all directions, some were shocked, some were stunned, some were watching the fun, and there were also a few Myriad Treasures Tower guys who were at a loss, all of them got out of the way for him.
He walked out of Myriad Treasures Tower and walked to the street.
Wei Chong was being held up by two followers, struggling to stand up from the stinky tofu oil. His face was half swollen, his hair was dripping with oil, and there were several pieces of tofu residue stuck to his clothes. The smell on his body was complex and long-lasting. The way he stared at Lin Feng made him want to smash the person into pieces.
Lin Feng nodded to him as a greeting.
"Take care."
Then with Blood Scorpion and Old Wang, he strode into Drunken Immortal Tower opposite.
"Old Wang, order, eat well tonight."