70 Chapter 70

Recently, cultivators throughout Chaoyin City have been saying that a new gadget is being sold in the Hehuan Sect's movie theater. If you buy that thing, you can not only see Nie Xiaoqian and a series of movie stars, but more importantly, the Hehuan Sect releases the latest information on that thing every day.

And it's free.

As soon as the news came out, almost all the monks in the city were excited and rushed to the cinema to buy the Spirit Shadow Stone, fearing that they would miss out on such a huge bargain if they were a step late.

Although I don’t know how long the kindness of the Hehuan Sect can last, it’s a blessing to be able to hear such detailed and fresh information for one more day!

Many monks who were not interested in movies originally walked into the cinema. After buying the Spirit Shadow Stone, they were fooled by various marketing activities and walked into the viewing hall. For a time, the box office of the movie and the sales of the Spirit Shadow Stone soared together. The whole city was in a buzz with news about the Hehuan Sect.

"No, I don't want to watch movies. Just give me a Spirit Shadow Stone that can watch the news! I want the cheapest one!"

In the hall, a young cultivator in plain clothes nervously clenched his bag of spirit stones and repeatedly shook his head to reject the female cultivator's recommendation. Seeing his limited funds, the female cultivator considerately did not ask any further questions. She turned around and handed him a packaged spirit shadow stone with a smile.

"This model of Lingying Stone comes with a free raffle ticket. If the Lingying Stone experiences any non-human faults within one year, you can come to us for a free repair or replacement. I wish you a happy life!"

Faced with the other party's gentle and considerate attitude, the monk felt even more guilty. He lowered his head and casually took the Spirit Shadow Stone and the lottery ticket. He turned around and almost ran out of the hall. He ran all the way to the end of a deserted alley. Then, the monk squatted in the corner with his head in his hands, full of frustration: "Bufan, what's wrong with you..."

The name of this cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage is Bufan. He has no surname. My mother said that it is because my father's family refused to acknowledge him.

As an illegitimate child of a prominent family, his mother had high hopes for him, so she named him "Bufan", hoping that he would have extraordinary talent, achievements and destiny, and that one day he would be recognized by his father and become the eldest son of a prominent family.

But it is a pity that Bufan's talent is very ordinary, and his spiritual roots are just ordinary three spiritual roots. He has no elders to help him, and his mother would never agree with him "lowering his status" to become an outer disciple. Therefore, Bufan's path to becoming an immortal is very difficult. He can only make a living by exploring and scavenging every day. He often risks his life but cannot get any valuable materials. If he had not practiced fasting during the foundation-building period, he would have starved to death long ago.

Originally, people like him would not have the leisure to pay attention to the entertainment products of the Hehuan Sect, but recently he found that he could not even keep up with the excitement by scavenging. Other colleagues were always one step ahead of him, and even their preparations were extremely thorough, as if they had predicted the future.

Could it be that everyone in this world has the ability of the Tianji Pavilion? Bufan, who didn't believe in evil, secretly followed those cultivators to investigate for a long time before finally following the clues and finding the cinema in Chaoyin City.

After spending all his savings to buy this Lingying Stone, Bufan sat in the alley waiting for the arrival of Xushi and worrying about how he would spend the next day. Just as he was rummaging through his pockets trying to find a few more Lingshi, suddenly a lottery ticket floated in front of him.

"What's this lottery ticket for? I hope I can win some talismans, elixirs, or other supplies..." With some faint hope, Bufan used his spiritual energy to break the seal on the ticket. In the remote alley, a dazzling golden light bloomed from the lottery ticket. In Bufan's expectant eyes, the words on it slowly emerged:

Congratulations on your winning ticket! Your ticket is seat number 10 in row 1. Please enter the cinema at Hall 1 at 9:00 AM on August 10th...

Bufan no longer wanted to read the pile of admission benefits and precautions that followed. He leaned against the wall, covering his eyes in despair. "Ah! I thought the prize would at least be a bottle of rejuvenation pills! What on earth is this admission ticket for?"

It's not enough to eat or wear, so who would want this useless piece of junk?!

Fortunately, Bufan was used to such bad luck. He quickly recovered from his emotional breakdown. After wiping his face and suppressing his depressed will, he stood up with the ticket and walked back to the square.

"No matter how small a fly is, it's still meat. Let's take it to Jiuxiao Yunque and see if we can sell it for a few spirit stones..."

In the Jiuxiao Yunque trading hall opposite the cinema, there are just as many busy cultivators coming and going as in the cinema hall. As the most famous trading platform in the world of cultivation, countless auctions of all sizes are held here every day. The prices are fair, the transactions are transparent, and the services are high-quality. Whether you want to sell or buy, Jiuxiao Yunque is the best choice for cultivators.

Of course, with his extraordinary level, the goods he sold were not worthy of being sent to the auction. He passed by the reward sign without hesitation and walked to the recycling counter in the corner of the hall with ease.

This place generally recycles and exchanges various common low-grade materials. It is also the only place that a low-level poor monk like Bufan can afford to patronize. He directly handed over the admission ticket in his hand and asked without holding out any hope: "Do you think you will accept this thing?"

The shopkeeper at the counter was very polite, treating all monks equally with a polite smile, regardless of their attire. He took the slip of paper from the customer with both hands and gently scanned it. Then, a moment of surprise crossed his friendly face. He looked at the young man outside the counter and repeatedly confirmed:

"You want to sell this ticket? Are you sure? Have you thought it through?"

Bufan had sold things many times in Jiuxiaoyunque, but this was the first time he was caught by the shopkeeper and questioned repeatedly. His heart was immediately in turmoil, and his tone was uncertain: "Can't I sell it? You won't accept this thing?"

That's right, I said, what's the point of an admission ticket! They won't think I'm here to cause trouble on purpose, right? Bufan was already planning how to apologize.

This is the most fair shipper I can find. If I offend them, I will have to go to those black-hearted middlemen in the future! Bufan groaned inwardly.

Who would have thought that the shopkeeper was not angry at all, but instead had an even more enthusiastic smile on his face. He waved his hand to signal the servant beside him to go out and inform the others, and then he walked out from the counter and greeted Bufan to go to the back room:

"Of course we will! Don't worry, the price is absolutely fair. As usual, we only take 20% of the transaction price as a commission! We'll discuss the details later. Please follow me!"

There are only 200 tickets available for the fan meeting at Chaoyin City! And it's a prime front row, center seat. It's definitely going to fetch a good price! My bonus this month depends on this one!

The shopkeeper couldn't believe that such a good thing could happen to him, a shopkeeper who specialized in recycling low-grade raw materials. His face was almost smiling. He was afraid that the cooked duck would fly away, so he shook the monk's hand cordially and led him to the negotiation room at the back without saying anything.

Where had Bufan ever seen such a scene? He was led to the back room without knowing what was happening. Even after sitting on the solid wooden chair with exquisite carvings, Bufan was still fidgeting. He carefully put down the teacup in his hand, which looked very expensive, and asked the smiling shopkeeper opposite him tentatively:

"Boss, what commission did you just mention? Is it expensive? If it's too much, I might not be able to afford it..."

Mainly, no one has ever told me about commissions before. Could it be that they've introduced some new rules after not visiting for a few months?

"Don't worry, you don't have to pay any commission. We'll deduct 20% of the price of the ticket, and you can take the rest. If there are no problems, please sign the consignment document first." The shopkeeper handed over a neat and clear document. The densely written words on it made people dizzy. He pointed to the signature below:

"Just sign here. Don't worry, our profit-sharing at Jiuxiaoyunque is the fairest. You won't get this kind of conditions at other companies!"

Jiuxiao Yunque naturally had a good reputation in this regard, and as a business with a global presence, there was no need for them to ruin their reputation just for a small amount of money. Bufan was very reassured about this. He signed the document without even looking at it, and then couldn't wait to take the money and leave:

"How much is that ticket? When can I get it?"

Judging from the situation, it might be worth hundreds of spirit stones. One in front and one in the back is equivalent to not spending any money on the spirit shadow stone. I’ve made a fortune this time!

"I'm very sorry, but you'll have to wait a moment. We can't get the results quickly, so the price is still uncertain." Seeing the document finally signed, the shopkeeper felt relieved. He warmly invited the monk to tea. "Please wait a moment. We'll pay you as soon as the results are in!"

"Get...results?" Bufan asked curiously, "What results?" In the past, when he came to sell things, the prices were clearly marked, such as ten hemostatic herbs for a uniform price of thirty spirit stones.

"Of course it's the result of the auction! We're sending letters to interested buyers. This happened suddenly, so it's taking a while to prepare. The auction may not start until the afternoon. How about you go to our guest room and rest for a while?"

Bufan stood up in surprise when he heard this: "This, this thing can be put up for auction?"

Is it real? It's just a piece of paper that can't be eaten or drunk. Why are there so many people bidding against it?

"Of course we can. In fact, we have been receiving a lot of requests for meeting tickets since half a month ago. However, since the lottery is entirely based on luck, we don't have any good solutions.

You're the first customer who wants to sell tickets. Would you like to check out the auction this afternoon? It's sure to be an exciting one!"

Extraordinary: ...

You rich people are so fascinated by the world that you even go to an auction to bid just to meet that movie star.

It turns out that there is more to come that he cannot understand.

At the afternoon auction, Bufan, accompanied by the shopkeeper, sat in a position backstage specially provided for sellers to watch. He cautiously stuck his head out to take a look at the venue, but was immediately frightened back by the crowd of monks outside.

"There are so many people?" He couldn't help but be amazed.

"Because the movie 'Nie Xiaoqian' is so exciting, almost all the cultivators in the city want to meet the actors." The shopkeeper had anticipated this, so he explained it calmly: "Some want to see Nie Xiaoqian, some want to see Aruo, the female cultivators want to see Yan Chixia, and some like the Black Mountain Old Demon..."

As they were talking, the auction started at the front desk. A woman with a graceful figure and exquisite makeup first showed the admission ticket that had been held in Bufan's hand for a long time and was now a little wrinkled. The guests in the seats became excited instantly, and the scene was so heated that it was almost uncontrollable.

That's a front row, center seat! From there, you can even look the actors in the eye!

"Auction item: Front row ticket to the 'Nie Xiaoqian' movie fan meeting. Starting price: 2,000 Spirit Stones!" The woman tapped the auction hammer in her hand. "Bidding begins now!"

"Three thousand spirit stones!"

"four thousand!"

"I'll give you four thousand five!"

"Five thousand five hundred spirit stones!"

"Seven thousand spirit stones!"

Bufan sat trembling in the backstage, listening to the bidding outside that kept rising without stopping, and reached out tremblingly to cover his wildly pounding chest.