"Sir, would you like one?"
During this time, the young man noticed that Lin Yun was staring at their stall and asked with a smile.
Lin Yun smiled slightly and shook his head.
Qingyun phones are manufactured by his company, and he has plenty of trading opportunities, so naturally he doesn't need them.
The jade artifacts and elixirs were all quite ordinary, and none of them were what he needed.
However, seeing how popular Qingyun Company's products were, Lin Yun was still in a good mood.
Back when he started that small processing plant, he dreamed that one day he could create a big brand, and that his products would be of high quality, very popular, and ideally, they would be snapped up as soon as they hit the market.
Although Qingyun Company has been shut down and its products have ceased production, the popularity of its products still greatly satisfies his desire for success.
No wonder some businesses always use scarcity marketing tactics.
Lin Yun thought to himself.
He estimated that if he didn't advertise or use any online promotion methods, it would take a long time for Qingyun Company's products to gain such a large reputation through normal sales.
Now, in no time, Qingyun Company's various products have become very famous. He estimates that if he produces those products again, they will definitely sell well, and he won't have to worry about wholesalers coming to his door.
...
The rookie competition has already started, but registration is still open.
Lin Yun contacted the competition organizers to register. The registration fee was 50,000 yuan per person. Lin Yun registered under the name Lin Yi. In addition, he also used some disguise potion to simply change his appearance.
Otherwise, the Rookie Competition lasts for three days. If some people recognize him after he participates, it will cause a lot of trouble. Three days is enough time for some forces to come, such as... the authorities.
"Brother Lin, have you found a place to stay?" A chubby boy asked Lin Yun with a smile right after Lin Yun registered.
"We just arrived and haven't found a place to stay yet..." Lin Yun said, shaking his head.
"That's great! I came with my father, but he had to leave at the last minute, so I'm all alone now. There's an empty room, Brother Lin. If you don't mind, after we finish the preliminary rounds, you can share a room with me, and these two brothers can share another room. How about that? Right now, many hotels are full, so it might not be easy for you to find a place to stay..." The chubby boy laughed loudly, his tone very happy.
As he spoke, the chubby boy looked at Lin Yi and Lin Er, who were standing next to Lin Yun.
The chubby boy was someone Lin Yun met when he registered for the martial arts competition. After learning that it was also Lin Yun's first time participating in the competition, the boy enthusiastically introduced Lin Yun to various things.
Lin Yun's powerful mental energy sensed that the other party had no ill intentions, so he accepted the other party's presence.
After the other party's enthusiastic self-introduction, Lin Yun quickly learned about his background. The other party was born into a martial arts family, but his family had declined, with only one son per generation for three generations. Now, only his father and he practice martial arts.
He has practiced martial arts since childhood and is now twenty-two years old, at the mid-stage of the Ming Jin realm.
"Then thank you very much, Brother Haoran..." Lin Yun smiled slightly and said, mimicking the other party's form of address.
This chubby boy's name is Zhang Haoran.
Originally, Lin Yun didn't plan to live nearby. He had a flying car, so he could easily travel to more distant places to stay.
However, after the chubby boy invited him, he changed his mind. He had practiced martial arts since he was a child and had always longed for the martial arts world. He liked the atmosphere here and wanted to experience it.
If there are any changes, he can notice them immediately, even though he is among these people.
Not all information can be found online.
"That's great!" Zhang Haoran said, even happier to see Lin Yun agree.
Afterwards, they went together to the venue where the preliminary rounds were being held.
"The registration fee of 50,000 yuan per person is also to weed out some weaker people. Otherwise, if everyone registers, it will not only make the competition process very troublesome, but also lower the overall quality of the competition." The preliminary round was held on the mountain. On the way up the mountain, Zhang Haoran was afraid that Lin Yun would not understand, so he began to explain.
Lin Yun nodded slightly.
As far as he knew, over a thousand people had already registered for this rookie competition, a number that surprised Lin Yun. He had originally thought that there weren't many martial artists in China, so not many people would participate.
However, upon closer examination, Xianyuan County is just an ordinary county town, yet it has some martial artists. In the entire China, there are thousands of counties, and some places are home to martial arts sects and families. Therefore, it is quite normal for so many martial artists to participate in the competition.
This is why so many martial arts practitioners have come to this martial arts tournament.
The small proportion of martial artists cannot stop the large population base of China.
If it weren't for the 50,000 yuan threshold, who knows how many people would have participated.
"The registration fee is 50,000 yuan. Some people who are not very strong dare not register casually, because even if they register, it would be a waste of money. If the martial artists who register are really strong, even if they don't get a high ranking and can't win the prize, they will still gain something..."
"Some with great potential might be noticed by major martial arts sects and selected as disciples. Some with less potential but strong skills might be noticed by powerful organizations and recruited as bodyguards. The higher the ranking, the higher the value. Even if none of these are necessary, the ranking in this competition is still an honor..."
Zhang Haoran continued.
"Ten years of martial arts training go unnoticed, but one moment of fame brings renown throughout the land. Every year, the Rising Stars Tournament produces some amazing geniuses, attracting many martial arts sects and powerful forces to compete for them, making them famous throughout the martial arts world..." As he said this, Zhang Haoran's expression became slightly excited, clearly showing that he also longed for such a thing.
"Brother Haoran reached the mid-stage of Ming Jin at the age of nineteen, and now at twenty-two, his strength is even greater. This rookie competition will surely be the time for him to make a name for himself..." Lin Yun said with a smile.
His words were not flattery. Back then, when he broke through to the mid-stage of Ming Jin at the age of eighteen, he was highly praised by his master. Zhang Haoran only reached the mid-stage of Ming Jin a year later, so his martial arts talent must also be quite good.
"Reaching the mid-stage of Ming Jin at nineteen?"
"I'm so envious..."
"Yes, I've been practicing martial arts for almost ten years, and I still haven't reached the realm of a martial artist..."
Sure enough, upon hearing Lin Yun's words, some passersby looked at Zhang Haoran with great surprise, expressing their admiration and envy.
"Brother Lin, please don't make fun of me. My strength at the mid-stage of the Ming Jin realm is nothing in this Rookie Competition. Although I don't know your strength, I can sense that your strength is definitely not low, and the ranking you achieved in this Rookie Competition must also be quite high..." Seeing this, Zhang Haoran blushed slightly and said embarrassedly.
"What's so special about reaching the mid-stage of Ming Jin at nineteen? This is a martial arts tournament, gathering martial arts geniuses from all over the country. There are countless people who are not yet twenty years old and have already reached the late-stage of Ming Jin! In fact, many of them are only in their early twenties and have already reached the peak of Ming Jin! These two young lads are so ignorant and arrogant, yet they are praising each other here. It's really laughable!" Just then, a disdainful voice came.
His tone revealed a hint of jealousy. He wasn't necessarily jealous of Zhang Haoran's talent, but rather of the way others around him envied Zhang Haoran.
It must be said that there is no shortage of jealous people everywhere, people who can't stand to see others doing well.
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