bookbashuk Chapter 165 It's You I've Decided! Jingtian Beast!
Chapter 165 It's You I've Decided! Jingtian Beast!
Chapter 165 It's You I've Decided! Jingtian Beast!
While Russell was observing Jing Tian, Jing Tian was also observing Russell. With just one glance, he was certain that He Biping hadn't lied to him; this was indeed a big customer. He immediately trotted over to Russell, carefully placing the wooden box in his hand on the table in front of Russell. While smiling apologetically, he didn't forget to sow discord between Russell and He Biping: "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. That kid was new here and didn't know any better. Please forgive him. Sir, take a look at this; I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
As he spoke, he opened the box. Russell looked up and saw an extremely gorgeous blue dress. The dress was layered and slender, like smoke and mist. Silver cloud patterns were embroidered on the dark blue satin, and it shimmered with a delicate luster in the candlelight.
Jing Tian, without batting an eye, started spouting nonsense: "Sir, take a good look! This is a flowing fairy dress with wide sleeves that has been passed down for a thousand years. While it may not be the only one of its kind in the world, it is certainly one of a kind and is the prized possession of our Yong'an Pawnshop!"
Russell placed his hand on the flowing, wide-sleeved fairy dress to test its feel. It was indeed a superior material, silky smooth to the touch. One touch was enough to tell that it was a rare treasure in the world. However, it was far from being as rare as Jing Tian had boasted. In addition, it was not from a thousand years ago, but at most no more than three hundred years ago.
"Sir, how is it?" Jing Tian asked with a grin. This dress was a bargain his father had found from a down-on-his-luck wealthy merchant when he was a shopkeeper. It cost him a full five hundred taels of silver. It wouldn't be unreasonable to double the price now, would it? He was the one who sold it, so it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to take a ten percent interest, would it?
"These are indeed fine items." Russell nodded, reached into his pocket, and pulled out several large gold bars, casually placing them in front of Jing Tian: "Is this enough?"
"Enough! Enough!" Jing Tian looked at the shimmering golden light in front of him and couldn't help but swallow. It took him several tries to pronounce the word "enough".
In all honesty, it's not that he's narrow-minded or unsophisticated; it's just that he's given so much.
Are big bosses these days really this extravagant? They don't even ask the price, they just throw out a hundred taels of gold, and it looks like they'll keep throwing more if he says it's not enough.
He truly doesn't understand the world of the rich.
He took a deep breath, trying to appear calm, and awkwardly asked Russell to wait a moment. Then he put away the gold, turned around and went to the counter, winking at Ding Shiyan, the accountant inside: "Old Ding, come in. Wide-sleeved fairy dress, eight hundred taels of silver."
Old Ding paused, his pen still in his hand. He looked up at Jing Tian, adjusted his reading glasses, and hesitated, saying, "This isn't right. Twenty or twenty taels is one thing, but you're asking for two hundred taels? No, no, absolutely not."
Jing Tian couldn't be forceful with Old Ding. This old man had been working as an accountant at Yong'an Pawnshop since his father was the manager, spending decades there—longer than Jing Tian himself. Even his father had to give Old Ding some face when he was alive. But he couldn't refuse the two hundred taels, so he leaned closer and smiled ingratiatingly, "Seeing is believing, I'll give you thirty percent. Don't worry, this dress is practically stuck with us. If we can sell it for an extra three hundred taels, Zhao the Skinflint won't notice. It's just the two of us here now; if you don't say anything and I don't say anything, who will know?"
Old Ding glanced at Jing Tian, a slight smile playing on his lips, and with a flourish of his pen: "Wide-sleeved fairy dress, seven hundred taels of silver."
"Hey, you!" Jing Tian's eyes widened. Another hundred taels had been cut off?
You old Ding, you look so tough, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, but you're a black-hearted man after all!
After stamping the completed receipt with ink, Old Ding leaned back in his recliner with an air of nonchalance and slowly said, "Don't worry, this dress is almost stuck with us. The shopkeeper is already very happy to be able to sell it for an extra two hundred taels."
It wasn't that Old Ding was greedy; it was just that the new manager was really ruthless. After all, he was a veteran of Yong'an Pawnshop, having served as manager for four generations: Jing Tian's father, Sixth Uncle, Jing Tian, and Zhao the Skinflint. Although Jing Tian only served as manager for a day, the first three treated them like shop assistants. Only Zhao Wenchang treated them, the workers, like servants.
If I don't take care of myself now, I'm afraid I won't even be able to afford my coffin later.
A few minutes later, Jing Tian returned to the table, handed the receipt to Russell, and presented it with both hands, his voice full of professional enthusiasm: "The transaction is complete, and this flowing fairy dress is now yours, sir."
Seeing Jing Tian's smug look, Russell smiled inwardly. "You can laugh now, but you'll have your turn to come looking for me later."
Taking the box containing the flowing fairy dress, Russell stood up and said to Jing Tian with a smile, "In that case, I'll be going now. My name is Russell. If you need anything in the future, you can come find me at the Danhua Inn on the next street."
"Okay!" Jing Tian readily agreed, a smile plastered on his face, but he didn't really care.
Now, there are poisoners in Yuzhou City, and people are in a state of panic. Those who can run away have already run away, and those who cannot run away are trying to find a way to escape. People like Russell, who come from out of town and live a life of luxury and ease, cherish their lives the most and will never stay in such a dangerous place for long. It would be good if they could stay here for two or three days.
The most urgent task is to implement his money-making plan. Now that he has the capital, as long as he manages it properly, there may be a chance to redeem Yong'an Pawnshop from Tangjiabao in the future.
After leaving Yong'an Pawnshop, Russell put the flowing fairy dress into his system space and then idly began to explore the cultural characteristics of Yuzhou City.
He wasn't in a hurry about his cultivation level. His inner world was constantly absorbing the energy crystals from the planet, and his cultivation level was like an auto-play system in a web game, constantly increasing at a very impressive rate. Even if he did nothing from this moment on, in another three to five years, he would naturally step into the Dragon Transformation Realm.
Upon reaching the square, Russell slowed his pace. The square was bustling with activity, with many people decorating lanterns and river lanterns being sold along the streets.
Another lantern festival? Russell thought to himself. The last time he encountered a lantern festival was when he had just transmigrated to Tianlong and was playing with Mu Wanqing.
Thinking about it carefully, Wanqing's McDonald's tendencies were already showing at that time. It's a pity that this pure and innocent young man was led astray by her. It's truly regrettable.
I randomly picked up a vendor and bought a prayer lantern. He told me that there might be a once-in-a-century second meteor shower tonight, but because of the poisonous people, no one dared to go out at night. So I decided to make my wishes during the day, just in case they came true.
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Russell clicked his tongue and silently gave a thumbs up to the people of Yuzhou City. He had never seen anyone make a wish in advance before.
That night, at the foot of Mount Shu.
The sky was cloudless, the stars were shining brightly, a warm breeze was blowing, and all was quiet and peaceful – a scene of serene beauty.
If Li Bai were here, he might just compose a long poem similar to "Dreaming of Visiting Mount Tianmu," adding a little challenge for junior high and high school students.
The only downside was that the promised meteor shower never materialized.
"What meteor shower?! There wasn't even any rain!"
In the woods, Jing Tian, who was squatting under a big tree and looking up at the sky, started muttering curses.
He had been squatting there for almost half an hour, his legs were numb, and he was even starting to suspect that Maomao was conspiring with Biping to fool him.
Crunch!
The sound of a tree branch snapping underfoot came from behind him, crisp and abrupt. Jing Tian's voice stopped abruptly, his body froze instantly, and cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.
His lips trembled as he stiffly turned around.
"Boss Luo, do you know that you can scare someone to death!"
Upon seeing Russell dressed in black behind him, Jing Tian patted his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief. At this moment, he no longer cared about Russell's identity and immediately began to complain.
He thought he had encountered a poisonous person. In this desolate wilderness, if he really came face to face with a poisonous person, then he would have to join the glorious evolution together.
Russell shrugged innocently: "I was just passing by and saw you, Brother Jing. I was going to come over and say hello, but who knew you'd react so strongly?"
"Alright, alright." After calming down a bit, Jing Tian casually rubbed his backside to make sure it was dry before leaning against the tree trunk to stand up. "But Boss Luo, what are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
"I heard there's a meteor shower tonight, and I thought the spiritual energy here in Shu Mountain is strong, so I thought it might be able to help me."
"Great minds think alike! I think so too."
"It seems like we've been tricked." Russell glanced at the calm starry sky and sighed with regret.
"Even a big boss like you has wishes you want to fulfill?" Seeing that Russell was quite amiable, unlike the fierce and ruthless men of Tangjiabao who were always ready to fight and kill, Jing Tian also started chatting with him as if they were old friends.
"Everyone has desires, without exception," Russell said with a light laugh.
Mortals seek wealth and fame, low-level cultivators seek resources, and high-level cultivators seek a bright future.
Looking further back, there's Nangong Zheng, who aspires to become an immortal, and the Empress, who awaits her brother's return in the mortal world. On a closer note, there's the Demon Lord Chonglou and Feipeng, who crave a worthy opponent. The world is full of turmoil, and everyone has their own desires. Even the ancient emperors were not immune to worldly desires, let alone others.
"Alright." Jing Tian shrugged indifferently. "So what do we do now? Do you want to go back to the city together? The city isn't safe right now, so if we go together I can protect you."
"You'll protect me?" Russell looked at Jing Tian suspiciously. "Are you sure?"
"Don't you believe me!" Faced with the doubt, Jing Tian picked up a tree branch from the ground, waved it in his hand, making a whooshing sound, and for the first time ever, puffed out his chest: "I'm not bragging, but I've always felt that I have a special talent for swordsmanship. With a small wooden stick, I can fight from south to north, from east to west."
"Based on my past experience, the moment you say you're not just bragging, it means you're about to start bragging." Russell patted Jing Tian on the shoulder and walked past him. "If you're scared, you can go back first. I'll wander around a bit more by myself."
"No! Let's go together." Hearing the cawing of crows in his ear, Jing Tian shivered, quickly dropped the wooden stick in his hand, and jogged to catch up with Russell, explaining, "Let me make this clear, I'm not scared, I'm scared that you'll be scared alone."
"Alright, if we encounter any danger later, I'll use you as a sacrifice."
"What are you saying? If something really happens, you'll see if I don't rush in and get it over with."
They continued on their way, and before long, they stopped again in front of a sea of flowers.
Looking curiously at the busy figures in the sea of flowers, Jing Tian muttered, "How strange, aren't they all going to sleep tonight?"
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Russell asked, "Do you know them?"
Jing Tian shook his head decisively, his tone resolute: "Not familiar."
At this moment, Xuejian also noticed Luo Su and Jing Tian. Her gaze lingered on Jing Tian for a second, her brows furrowing slightly, and a hint of disdain and impatience flashed in her beautiful eyes: "Why is it you?"
Jing Tian instinctively retorted, "Why can't it be me? Did your Tang Family Fortress buy up Mount Shu too?"
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Xuejian raised her fist. "Fine, go do what you're supposed to do, but I advise you not to bother me, or I'll have you hung on the city wall tomorrow."
Jing Tian curled his lip: "Tch, acting like nobody wants to get close to you."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I don't care what you mean!"
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Seeing that the conversation between the two was starting to take an unexpected turn, Russell was getting increasingly anxious. Finally, he couldn't help but interrupt, saying, "Gentlemen, if we can fight, let's fight. Stop arguing; arguing won't help."
After these words were spoken, both of them fell silent.
Jing Tian coughed awkwardly. He wasn't sure he could beat this young lady in a real fight, so he quickly tried to save face: "A good man doesn't fight with a woman. Let's let her off the hook tonight."
Xuejian ignored him and instead looked at Russell: "And who are you? What's your relationship with this guy?"
Before Russell could answer, Jing Tian took a step forward, pointed at him with his thumb, and introduced him: "This is Boss Russell, a wealthy businessman from out of town. Let me tell you, not everyone is afraid of your Tang Family Fortress."
Xuejian glanced at Jingtian with disdain and said contemptuously, "Look at you, acting like a bully relying on your master's power. You're shameful."
Jing Tian showed no remorse for being insulted, maintaining his usual cheeky and cheeky demeanor, and provocatively retorted, "Hey! I'm happy to use my power, are you angry? Come and hit me!"
"You think you can hit me just because I want to? I won't."
"Sigh, you're scared."
"Who's afraid?"
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Russell slapped himself in the face. Damn it, why are these two doing it again? They really don't respect him, the third wheel, at all.
No, sanctions! Sanctions are necessary!
Just as Jing Tian and Xue Jian were engrossed in their flirtatious banter, a roar rang out from not far away.
The two, who were having a great time exchanging words, suddenly changed their expressions and decisively switched from facing each other to back to back, cautiously observing their surroundings. But what they saw next made their hearts sink.
Poisonous person!
Poisonous people everywhere!
"Oh no, what do we do now?" Xuejian looked a little flustered. After all, she was a pampered young lady and had never seen such a situation before.
Jing Tian was almost in tears. His legs, which had been trembling from fear of Russell, were now completely numb. But as if things weren't going to get any worse, just as he was starting to reminisce about his past, a voice like a death knell sounded: "Don't be afraid, Brother Jing will protect us."
Jing Tian turned around in despair, only to see Russell holding a wooden stick. Russell shoved the stick into Jing Tian's hand and pushed him away, saying, "Brother Jing, let's go!"
Seeing the light of trust shining in Russell's eyes, Jing Tian felt like crying.
If I told you I was just bragging before, and then encouraged everyone to run away together, would you agree to it?