There were only four people, Gui Mengguan, Qian Gujue, Oupai and Tang San, standing quietly in the corner, watching the crazy farce in front of them.
At this moment, the boss's pure black eyes suddenly turned to the four of them.
There was a hint of temptation in the voice. "You four, why don't you come? Maybe the next one to open Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone will be you."
Gui Mengguan chuckled lightly, folded his arms, and said slowly, "Didn't you say you want to buy it or not? We don't have that luck, so we won't join in the fun."
The boss stared at them for ten seconds without saying anything. He slowly closed his eyes and continued to lie down on the rocking chair and take a nap.
No one knows that in his mind, a cold system panel is flashing:
[Current trading points: 23000]
[Cans sold: 23]
[System task: Sell 10,000 jars and unlock the prop pool of the world of cultivating immortals. Current progress: 0.23%]
[Tip: The target people "Yunxiao" (Quasi-Titled Douluo), "Gui Mengguan" (Twin Martial Souls), "Tang San" <Twin Martial Souls> and others have extremely high purchasing power, so it is recommended to focus on sales.]
The boss sighed inwardly.
The original price of the system was 100,000 Gold Soul Coin per jar. He argued with the system for three days and nights, saying that the average Douluo Continent person was poor, and 100,000 Gold Soul Coin a jar would not be able to sell one in a year. Small profits but quick turnover was the way to go. He finally managed to cut the price to 1,000 Gold Soul Coin a jar, but the chance of getting a good product was also cut to one thousandth by the system.
The four people just looked like they were rich people, especially the Soul Douluo and the boy with a vague aura. They must have hundreds of thousands of Gold Soul Coin in their pockets, but it was a pity that they didn't buy any of them.
But it doesn't matter.
The boss looked at the red-eyed Soul Master in the shop, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
As long as someone tastes the sweetness, more people will flock to it.
It won't be long before the entire Douluo Continent population will be crazy about his black can.
By then, not to mention the props in the dungeon world, he can also unlock even the magic weapons in the prehistoric world of cultivating immortals.
And those who have lost everything or even their lives for the jar?
What does it have to do with him? He didn't buy or sell by force.
"Gone."
Gui Mengguan retracted his gaze from the boss and gently pulled Tang San's arm, his tone was calm but with unquestionable firmness. Qian Gujue and Oupai followed immediately, and the three of them turned around and walked towards the door, without giving even an extra look to Tang San and others who were still smashing jars frantically.
"Hey, hey, wait for me!" Ning Rongrong quickly caught up with the hem of his skirt, grabbed Gui Mengguan's sleeves, and blinked his eyes in confusion, "Why don't you buy it? Yes. Didn't I bring enough money? It doesn't matter, I have money! I brought one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coin, and I will lend it to you as much as you want to buy! Maybe we can also open a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!"
Wolf followed closely behind, his silver-gray eyes vigilantly scanning the chaotic shop behind him, and silently blocking Ning Rongrong's side.
"No." Gui Mengguan shook his head, and at the same time said using Soul Power that only two people could hear, "Leave with us first, there are some things that are not convenient to talk about here."
Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, and then realized what she was doing. She was the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She had been exposed to it in shopping malls since she was a child, and she had seen a lot of hunger marketing and traps.
I thought something was wrong just now, but after being reminded like this by Gui Mengguan, I understood it instantly.
She immediately put away the excitement on her face and patted her chest with pretense of regret. "Oh, you didn't tell me that I would have forgotten. My luck seems to be the same today. If I hit it again, it might be all air. Forget it, let's not play anymore, let's go eat something delicious! I heard that Drunken Immortal Tower has a new crystal shrimp dish, which is particularly delicious!"
After saying that, she took Gui Mengguan's arm and jumped out of Jar Shop, leaving behind the crowd who were still fighting for a jar and the Soul Masters who had smashed all their savings and collapsed on the ground crying.
The six of them walked all the way to the most luxurious Suotuo City, Drunken Immortal Tower, and directly booked the riverside box on the top floor with the best view.
The maid brought the exquisite refreshments and the freshly brewed Yuqian Longjing, bowed and left, and gently closed the door of the private room.
The box instantly became quiet, with only the rustle of the curtains blown by the river breeze outside the window.
Ning Rongrong picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then looked at Gui Mengguan eagerly. "Okay, okay, can we talk now? What's wrong with that Jar Shop? I just felt something was wrong. How can there be such a good thing? A thousand Gold Soul Coin can be used to get a Thousand-Year Soul Bone? Even if you go to the auction house, the price is more than this."
Wolf also raised his head and looked at Gui Mengguan with ice blue eyes, obviously also very curious.
Gui Mengguan put down the tea cup, tapped his fingertips on the table, and said with a solemn expression, "Have you noticed that the faces of those who smashed the jars don't look good?"
"Facial look?" Oupai scratched his head, "It seems a little bit. Everyone's face is a little blue and they look very tired. I thought they were too excited and didn't sleep well after staying up all night."
"It's not fatigue." Gui Mengguan shook his head, "You also know that people born with a pair of different eyes can see things that ordinary people can't see. In the shop just now, I clearly saw that when everyone smashed open the jars, a wisp of the luck thread on their heads would be sucked away by those black clay pots."
"Luck thread?" Tang San frowned.
Ning Rongrong is very curious and listens obediently.
"To put it simply, it is a person's luck." Qian Gujue took over the conversation, holding a copper coin between his fingertips, and slowly explained, "Luck Void is ethereal, but it is real. If a person's luck is strong, everything goes smoothly, and everything goes smoothly, and every misfortune turns into good luck; if the luck declines, everything will not go smoothly, and even unexpected events will happen."
Guimengka nodded and continued, "That's right. When Dai Mubai drove out Thousand-Year Soul Bone, I saw with my own eyes that more than half of the luck on his head was sucked away. The originally glittering luck threads instantly became dim. Ma Hongjun Although E only opened one roast chicken, it also sucked away a lot of luck, just a little less than Dai Mubai. Even you, Rongrong, when you opened those three trinkets, the luck above your head also faded a little."
"What?!"
Ning Rongrong was so frightened that the tea cup in her hand almost dropped to the ground. She quickly touched the top of her head and her face turned pale instantly. "Then... wouldn't I be unlucky? No wonder I only opened two broken stones in the last two jars! So it's not that I'm unlucky, but that my luck has been sucked away?"
Gui Mengguan nodded. "It takes luck to open a jar, this may be the truth!"