12 Laughing Too Early
The shopkeeper accompanied them, smiling bitterly, “Soul Masters mostly have aloof personalities and prefer to be solitary.”
“Whether he comes or not depends entirely on his mood.”
He was also very anxious.
If that Soul Master came, the Chen family, with the mid-grade Qi Cultivation Liquid, would undoubtedly shine and overwhelm the Qin family.
But if he didn’t come, this exhibition would turn into a solo show for the Qin family, making it increasingly difficult for the Chen family in the coming year.
What made them even more uneasy was that the treasure of the Qin family seemed to have stimulated stronger abilities.
It was said that Qin Changsheng had already successfully refined a bottle of mid-grade Qi Cultivation Liquid.
Although the production efficiency was only one percent, it would cause a great sensation if it got out.
The only way out for the Chen family was to cling to that Soul Master.
At this moment.
Jiang Fan approached the center of the two families’ exhibition stands.
He glanced at Qin Changsheng, who was vividly explaining the low-grade Qi Cultivation Liquid.
Qin Changsheng also noticed him, curling his lips contemptuously, “Everyone recognizes that young boy below, right?” he joked, “Jiang Fan, the future son-in-law of the Xu Family!”
“Recklessly competing with Young Master Lu, being banned by me from purchasing low-grade Qi Cultivation Liquid!”
“He went mad, desperately seeking a bottle of low-grade Qi Cultivation Liquid, visiting the Chen family’s Treasure Pavilion for medicine to no avail.”
“By now, he must have lost the competition and been kicked out by the Xu Mansion.”
“A single bottle of Qi Cultivation Liquid made him lose his wife. You all wouldn’t want to end up like this, right?”
“So, whoever can buy, buy it quickly. When the qualification to purchase is gone, even if you want to buy, you won’t be able to.”
This impromptu advertisement immediately caused the observing martial artists to flock over.
In just a short while, several hundred bottles were sold.
Qin Changsheng was so happy he couldn’t close his mouth, sarcastically saying, “Young Master Jiang, your negative example is more effective than a hundred or even a thousand words from me.”
“Why don’t you come to my Qin family, and stand by the shop entrance every day, telling the story of how you lost your wife over a bottle of low-grade Qi Cultivation Liquid, to boost our sales?”
Listening to these mocking words, Jiang Fan smirked intriguingly and wrote, “Qin Family Head, you are laughing too early.”
Qin Changsheng burst into laughter, “You’re right! I still have even better news to announce, the real laughter is yet to come.”
Jiang Fan’s smile deepened as he wrote, “I hope you can still laugh in the end.”
Finished, he turned and entered the alley.
Qin Changsheng sneered contemptuously, “What a thing, thinking it can watch my Qin family as a laughing stock? Doesn’t even recognize whom we’ve hitched our wagon to!”
“That’s a Nine-grade Spiritual Root, a future great power!”
Little did he know.
Soon after, a mysterious figure clad in a thick robe and wearing a mask walked out of the alley.
This person would become a nightmare for him and the entire Qin family!
Jiang Fan climbed the steps up to the Chen family’s exhibit stand.
Chen Silin was pacing back and forth, frowning slightly as she glimpsed a shadowy figure, “Who are you?”
The shopkeeper also looked over and immediately recognized the attire with a single glance, his heart pounding wildly as he stuttered, “Eld-, Eldest Miss, it’s him, it’s him!”
Chen Silin’s heart trembled slightly, quickly stepping forward and bowing, “Siling pays respects to Senior!”
The shopkeeper hurriedly introduced, “Senior, this is my Chen family’s eldest miss, who oversees family affairs on behalf of her father.”
Jiang Fan was unconcerned about the Chen family’s affairs.
He still spoke in a vague voice, “How much Qi Cultivation Liquid can you take?”
Chen Silin hid her joy.
This Soul Master truly wanted to cooperate with the Chen family!
Her eyes turned slightly, “My Chen family has prepared ten thousand taels of silver.”
“According to market price, we can take ten bottles of mid-grade Qi Cultivation Liquid.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan frowned.
He currently had no mid-grade Qi Cultivation Liquid, only top grade.
Chen Silin, not hearing a response for a long while, mistakenly thought that the money she had prepared was not enough, causing the other side’s displeasure, quickly said:
“Senior may not know, our Chen family is purchasing your Qi Cultivation Liquid for ten thousand taels of silver a bottle, the price is absolutely fair.”
“The Qin family across has already created mid-grade Qi Cultivation Liquid. In future competition, the selling price will definitely be lower than ten thousand taels of silver.”
“Our Chen family is taking a loss to earn a reputation.”
Jiang Fan said flatly, “I do not sell mid-grade.”