The name of Snow Slashing Blade was thought up by the fat man in a hurry.
He subconsciously thought that such a good weapon must be given a domineering and nice-sounding name.
When I heard that a Snow Slash Sword cost three kilograms of spores.
The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.
At least, most of the psychics who were overwhelmed by the surrounding atmosphere gradually regained their composure.
Three kilograms of spores is no small number.
The spores crystallized in the brain of an ordinary corpse weigh no more than 500 grams.
Three kilograms of spores means that you need to kill six zombies to obtain them.
Moreover, it is necessary to ensure that every corpse is lucky enough to explode spores.
This is not cheap for ordinary psychics.
Looking at the quiet crowd, Xia Mu, who was hiding in the warehouse to watch the situation, felt a pang in his heart.
Is the price offered by the fat man still too high?
Three kilograms is something that most people with special abilities would find difficult to produce.
"I'll buy one."
The man with a black bandage on his head who first discovered the Snow Slash Sword took out a glass bottle full of white spore creatures from his pocket without hesitation.
The fat man took the glass bottle, and the weight indicator on his forehead directly showed its weight.
Exactly three kilograms, not a bit off.
"Okay!"
The fat man raised a snow-cutting sword with difficulty and handed it over.
The man grabbed the big knife and squeezed out of the crowd without looking back under the envious gazes of the people around him.
With someone taking the lead, the rest of the people couldn't sit still anymore.
After all, this kind of rare cold weapon is really rare. Once you miss it, you don’t know when you will encounter it again.
Then, in an instant, more than a dozen people came forward, howling and scrambling to stuff the spores into the fat man's hands.
They waved their snow-cutting swords one by one and happily slipped out.
As the number of items on the stall continued to decrease, the psychic who was originally hesitant finally made up his mind and gritted his teeth to buy the big knife.
The fat man could no longer hide the smile on his face.
And in the tent, Xia Mu finally smiled.
This fat guy really knows how to do business.
First, create an atmosphere, don't rush to bid, and let the buyers build up the enthusiasm themselves.
When the time is almost right, use hunger marketing to let consumers create a sense of urgency for themselves.
All the Snow-Slashing Swords were sold successfully.
It is indeed commendable.
"Snow Slashing Blade."
Xia Mu muttered these four words, glanced at the fat man, and couldn't help laughing.
Even he himself hadn't thought of a name for this sword.
This fat guy is quite quick-witted.
If all thirty Snow-Slashing Swords were sold, one could earn ninety kilograms of white spores.
Converted into market value, that would be 900,000 yuan.
Although in the end of the world, the monetary system has already collapsed.
But in the city of refuge, money is still the equivalent exchange recognized by more people.
In one day, I earned 90 kilograms of spores. If I tell people about this, I'm afraid no one will believe it.
The spores that the psychics obtained at the risk of their lives can be easily earned back by the weapons dealers.
It has to be said that no matter what era it is, arms dealers are still the most profitable profession in the world.
No doubt about it.
Soon, all the snow-cutting swords on the fat man’s stall were sold out.
The onlookers watched as someone else took away the last Snow Slash sword, and their eyes showed regret.
"Alright, alright! Today's goods are sold out, everyone please go back!"
The fat man patted his butt, acted indifferent, and prepared to pack up his stall.
At this time, someone finally couldn't help but ask.
"Boss, will you still sell it tomorrow?"
"Yes, yes, Boss. Could you please let me know next time you sell the Snow Slash Blade? I'm going to look for dark spores today. I only need a few hundred grams to get three kilograms."
"At least tell us when the sale will take place!"
Looking at the excited crowd, the fat man was secretly delighted.
Finally someone asked.
He had been waiting for this question for a long time.
"Ahem, everyone."
The fat man looked embarrassed.
"As everyone knows, forging a Snow Slash Blade is not easy for me, and my inventory is really tight right now. If sales continue at this rate, I'm afraid we'll sell out soon."
"Hey, boss, no matter how much you sell, you must leave me a handful tomorrow. I'm willing to buy it for 3,500 grams!"
At this time, the big shot with superpowers at the back of the crowd who didn't catch up with the first batch of sales finally spoke out in a cool and casual manner.
When the fat man heard this, he immediately became energetic.
He laughed out loud, pointed at the middle-aged man who had just spoken, and said loudly.
"Brother, come to me tomorrow and I'll work overtime to make it for you!"
The man then left satisfied.
Seeing that this trick really worked, the onlookers also started shouting.
Isn't it just an extra 500 grams of spores? Can I enjoy special customized services?
What a good deal!
You don’t have to wait here every day for sales.
Suddenly, more and more people wanted to bid 3,500 grams of spores and have the fat man customize them carefully.
But the fat man politely refused, saying he didn't have enough energy.
After that, he packed up his stall and went straight into the warehouse tent.
When Xia Mu's eyes met, they both burst into laughter.
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