Chapter 258
Bei Qiao: “…No need.”
The player who was rejected by Beiqiao touched his face in shock, then returned to his parents dejectedly: "Failed." It's strange, why doesn't this face work?
"I will only worry if you are really successful." The parent patted his shoulder: "Look at what you did just now? You were rude to potential customers and just kept saying "hey, hey", how can that be okay?" If you can still sell things with this attitude, people will not be interested in the things, but in the person!
"I'm not begging her to buy it, so she should be polite..." The player doesn't feel superior, but believes that buying and selling are free and it's just an ordinary transaction, so there is no need to provide spiritual value.
"People are not begging you to buy medicine... Forget it, there is one more thing. You can be more tactful in saying that the medicine is not effective, but why don't you tell them that our price is cheaper? Why would people buy your medicine if it is not cheap? You are just wishful thinking." Doing business is not like playing a management game. You only need to enter the price allowed by the system and click submit. In reality, you have to find the source of goods yourself and decide the price yourself. You may not be able to sell the goods after you get them, and if you sell them, they may be returned.
"Oh, I forgot..."
"Finally, who told you to shout so loudly about reselling? And shout so loudly here!" Although everyone lets medicine expire sometimes, in this store, people usually trade under the supervision of the system, or hand over the medicine to the official for commissioned trading at a low price. Such careless trading in the store is not allowed.
"...Oh." Your voice is obviously louder.
Bei Qiao ignored the two people who were talking excitedly behind him, and went straight to the machine to buy some medicine. Seeing that there was a system store in the machine, he decisively opened his backpack, put the unused things in it on the machine and sold them all to reduce the weight.
The machine also has an option for entrusted transactions, which is more expensive than selling directly to the system store. After finishing the things on hand, Bei Qiao put the last thing in, intending to see how much it is worth first: "I wonder if this small bottle given by Shopkeeper Yin... Oh, the price is okay." The leftover materials of immortal cultivation are rare for mortals, but they are not necessarily rare for the Fourth Calamity that spans the three realms of humans, immortals and monsters, so the price sold in the system is neither high nor low, which reduces the possibility of reselling.
Bei Qiao, having no immediate financial need, returned the small bottle to her bag, concluding the transaction. Having previously traded the jade fragments for the iron shovel, she hadn't been able to deliver them, but this time, she managed to sell them through the system store's commissioned channel. The other party bartered for some hard-to-sell jewelry in exchange for the jade fragments, intending to make a more complex ornament for herself.
"That's a bit of a relief." Bei Qiao walked to the corner with his backpack, gathered his remaining belongings, and stood up to leave. As he reached the wall and tried to leave, the forum message said someone was outside and the door was temporarily unavailable. If it were a player, the system wouldn't have prompted this, so Bei Qiao had to wait a little longer before leaving the store.
The locals nearby were a bit curious when they saw Bei Qiao leave the shop, but they didn't pay much attention. Everyone knew there was a shop here with strange rules. Only a select few could be treated as VIPs and go to another room to buy things, but most people were stuck as ordinary customers, and no matter how much they bought, their status couldn't change.
Some had previously tried to pry information from these distinguished guests, but they were tight-lipped and refused to budge, no matter how much money was offered. The most they could do was to help buy the contents. After several attempts, only to receive golden wound medicine, the natives, despite their patience, gave up the trouble. "Is this the thing? Why is it so hidden?" Where else can't we get wound medicine in the clinic or drugstore? Why must it be so secretive?
Player: "Believe it or not, this is what is sold there!" What is special is not the product, but the platform. It is true that wound medicine can be bought everywhere, but this is the only place that can buy wound medicine with cash. If you don't have money, you can buy a few sets on credit. There is no interest in a short period of time, which is very cost-effective.
After buying the golden wound medicine, Bei Qiao walked out of the alley and found the government office of Xiaoyue City. Like the plaque at the city gate, the building looked a bit worn, with the writing a bit blurred. The wall next to the gate, where notices were posted, also looked old, with only a few pieces of paper on it looking brand new.
The most common notices posted here are wanted posters, with both official and personal rewards. However, rewards cannot be posted casually. They need to be verified by the authorities before they can be posted. Without a legitimate reason, they will not be approved.
It was precisely because of this that the man who had previously failed to scam Zhuang Maidong didn't dare to shout loudly after being chased out by the bailiffs. He just looked regretful and unconvinced: "Can't you be flexible, sir?"
"Get out of here!" The constable was already annoyed by this man, and his attitude was not any better: "You got beaten up for scamming someone, and you still want to put him on the wanted list. What's wrong with your brain? You knew he was a miracle doctor, yet you still dared to offend him! You're so bold!" If you have the guts, don't get sick for the rest of your life!
Bei Qiao watched the familiar figure flee in dismay, then turned back to examine the portrait on the wanted poster. Besides those watching the excitement, others were copying the portrait on paper, which they then bound together into a book for sale. If someone couldn't afford the entire book, they could buy a few pages, priced by the number of pages, with no cheating involved.
"Girl, you look like the kind of heroine who'd jump to the occasion and help the needy. Would you like to buy a wanted poster? All the pictures we have are from painters, and the images on them are exactly the same as the portraits on the wanted posters. If you use it to arrest someone, you'll definitely catch them!" The person selling the picture album saw that Bei Qiao walked like a martial artist, so he stepped forward with the album in his hand. "One copy is about the same price. We're a small business, so buying more won't save much. But we can give you a copy of the wanted poster cheat sheet, the kind with only words and no pictures."
"No……"
"If you find it inconvenient to hold it, there's a small picture album like this. You can just put it in your arms! It won't be in the way at all!"
"Need not……"
"There's also this waterproof one, but it's a bit more expensive. Do you like it? Oh, girl, don't go! Look at the people above, you can make your money back if you catch any one of them! What a bargain! There's also an old wanted poster here, it's been off the wall for a long time, but the person hasn't been caught yet..."
Bei Qiao walked away quickly: The enthusiasm of salespeople is really world-renowned.
There were many people selling picture albums, and there were also many people holding picture albums around. Bei Qiao quickened his pace and took some time to get out of the encirclement of the native sellers. He stood not far away and quickly memorized the faces on the wanted posters. He did not do this to capture the people and get the reward, but was mainly worried that he would not recognize them when he met them on the road, and would be regarded as the next target.
In addition to people like Bei Qiao who just use their brains to memorize, there are also people who take paper and pen and try to copy portraits like professionals. Except for a few people who are particularly confident in their painting skills, most people give up after trying because their hands cannot draw the patterns they want.
Due to limited space, people here don't spend too much time in the corner, or they'll be chased away by those behind them. During this time, a small incident occurred. While others were busy buying picture albums and memorizing portraits, someone was escorted to the vicinity of the government office with a sullen face and a helpless expression, acting like a familiar customer returning home: "Hey guys, I'm back again..."
"Oh, you're a suspect again?" A constable who came out of the government office laughed at the scene and said, "This has happened for the umpteenth time. Why don't you put a sign on your body saying you're not a murderer?"
"This is the fifth time." The man said with a bitter face: "Brother, please stop joking with me. If this sign is hung up, more people will think I am a fugitive."
Why was the abducted native so unlucky? Because he bore a striking resemblance to a fugitive murderer, so similar that it was easily mistaken. Although he also had features that didn't resemble those on the wanted poster, the people who had spotted him, always assuming the principle of erring on the side of the law, refused to listen to his explanations.
Now, with the help of the constable, he finally has the opportunity to once again show strangers how he is different from a fugitive... but this is obviously nothing to be happy about.
"Sorry, we caught the wrong person." The outsider, who had circled the native several times and compared them carefully for several minutes, put down the album in his hand reluctantly. He said sorry, but his eyes were a little doubtful.
"A verbal apology is so insincere. Just compensate me with some money." The native looked at the outsiders with a sullen face: You can't waste my time in vain, right?
"Oh, I don't have much money, and didn't I apologize to you?"
After some arguing, the unfortunate native was given a wanted poster copy as compensation. Looking at the face on the paper, which looked 80% like his own, he almost laughed in anger: "Why would I need this? I can see it in the mirror every day."
"Who said it's useless? You can take it home and use it as a self-portrait. I spent a lot of money to buy it!" The outsider looked unconvinced: "I was afraid that if I missed this page, I would catch you again!"
"Who would use a wanted poster as a self-portrait?" Is that reasonable?
Neither side had the best tempers, and they began to argue. If it weren't for the wrong situation, they would have been ready to fight. After being pulled apart, the unlucky native handed the wanted poster copy to the people who were trying to stop the quarrel. He walked back angrily, wondering if he should change his appearance. For no other reason than to avoid being delayed from work.
"Why do I need this?" The person who took the copy paper glanced at the portrait on it and threw it away: "It's not like I don't know you."
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