Let Go Of That Primordial Man

There was warm sunshine above his head, but Mr. Niu stood helplessly at the door of Duobao Pavilion.

The helpless and sad look made him look like he was really a melancholy boy who was only seventeen years old.

When he entered, the large bag of supplies he carried on his shoulders, as well as the animal skin bag containing the items, were now gone.

Instead, there was a sweat-stained white shell pulled out of Mr. Niu's palm.

Moreover, there are still as many as three pieces...

Damn it! Who would have known that this ghost place could have such good things? This is simply unscientific!

In other words, the Yiwu small commodities that Mr. Niu once used to dominate the mainland and made countless primitive people crazy about them have fallen out of favor here.

Qin Zhen, the shopkeeper of Duobao Pavilion, showed good professional ethics when faced with the doubts raised by Master Niu.

He did not yell like Mr. Niu, but calmly gave a few instructions to the maids outside. Soon, these maids brought several mahogany plates.

The plates were placed in front of Mr. Niu one by one. After seeing what was on the plate clearly, the poor Mr. Niu fell into a daze.

They were hand-made jewelry, with hundreds of types and quantities.

The material in it is either gold, or other things that Mr. Niu can't recognize, but you can tell at a glance that it is made of very extraordinary materials.

The workmanship of these accessories is more than one level better than Mr. Niu’s Yiwu trinkets.

Put the two together, it's like an Alto hover car parked side by side with its big brother Audi; no one in their right mind would choose Mr. Niu's Yiwu small commodities.

What's even more terrible is that Qin Zhen told Master Niu very calmly: These things in front of him are just the most common items in Duobao Pavilion.

As for the little round mirror that Mr. Niu has placed high hopes on, and is even afraid of irritating the other party; that is simply a huge tragedy.

In this Western world, the indigenous people are indeed still using bronze mirrors, mirrors of this ancient material.

But who can tell the poor Mr. Niu that this kind of thing has been eliminated by the modern plane for who knows how many years.

After being handled by those skilled craftsmen, it is surprisingly clear why it is used.

It was no worse than a modern mirror, and beautiful patterns were carved around and behind the entire bronze mirror, which was extremely gorgeous.

At this time, Qin Zhen, an old guy, finally spoke:

Brother Netherworld, no matter in terms of materials or workmanship, these things of yours can make those ignorant villagers and village women take a second look.

The price of three white shells is just because I saw the novelty of these objects and wanted to give them to the craftsmen in the pavilion for reference!

Next, Mr. Niu was very unwilling and poured out everything in the animal skin pocket.

He showed off the rubber flip-flops, rubber-soled Liberation Shoes, military coats and other big weapons one by one to Qin Zhen of Duobao Pavilion.

The result is still tragic.

The local indigenous people used a kind of whale cartilage to create special soles, and finally processed them into thin-soled fast boots; they were actually a bit more comfortable than the legendary Jai-alai sneakers.

If Mr. Niu hadn't been so strapped for money, he would have bought a few pairs.

More importantly, this part of the Western world is simply a tropical area.

It seems that the temperature here is 20 degrees during the coldest time of the year. Those heavy but warm military coats can have the effect of being a piece of shit...

In the end, Mr. Niu chose to give the bag of rags to Duobao Pavilion for the price of three white shells.

The only consolation was that when Mr. Niu went out in a state of despair, the old man Qin Zhen seemed to be very kind and gave Mr. Niu a piece of jade talisman that could only be described as ordinary workmanship.

It is said that there are some materials and supplies that Duobao Pavilion is willing to purchase at a large price on the jade talisman.

At the entrance of Duobao Pavilion, Mr. Niu stood stupidly for a long time. It was not until the two guards with evil expressions urged him that Mr. Niu started wandering aimlessly.

But at this time, Mr. Niu only had three white shells in his hand.

There is no way to do what I did just now, straighten my back and walk through the market with swagger!

This was the situation until Mr. Niu suddenly remembered what the old guy Qin Zhen said by the way when he handed the jade talisman to him:

Among the jade talismans, there is recorded a treasure that is said to be a reward for His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven.

It is said that as long as you get this treasure and find a way to pay it, the Emperor of Heaven will not only give you a generous reward; in legend, the Emperor of Heaven will even grant the request of the person offering the treasure.

After thinking of this, Mr. Niu immediately revived perfectly as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

After getting this treasure, saying goodbye to this Western world full of malice and unpleasant feelings has become Master Niu's latest plan...

But before that, Mr. Niu needs to take a look at what the supreme Emperor of Heaven is offering a reward for in the jade talisman.

Then, Mr. Niu put the jade talisman on his forehead and touched it with his spiritual power.

After a small meeting, Mr. Niu's old face was already as black as the bottom of a pot; because among the many contents in the jade talisman.

After a quick glance, the most conspicuous one on top is said to be the treasure offered by His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven.

Resoluteness is something that is extremely familiar to Mr. Niu: where his Dantian is located, the extremely cold and innate man with the Eight Diagrams pattern,

It wasn't until night fell and dense whale oil lamps were lit in the city that Mr. Niu recovered from this huge blow.

No matter what, life must go on, and the severe drought that continues on the mainland must be solved.

Therefore, Mr. Niu made an important decision in his mind: find an inn to stay and eat for a while.

So, this guy decisively dropped the three white shells he held tightly in his hand, and spent one clean one at a time.

Two of them were treated as room fees and replaced by a relatively clean single room; the only remaining white shell was asked by the store to deliver a large portion of local delicacies to his room. .

After this operation, Mr. Niu’s pockets of beach shorts were much cleaner than Mr. Niu’s face.

Moreover, the rent he paid was only enough for one night; but after eating a dinner made of a weird big fish, Mr. Niu felt content again.

Because, he already had a plan in his mind, a big plan to earn the first pot of gold in this ghost place...