Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper's expression changed drastically. "Is it the Eight-Armed Asura, Zhang He, the Taoist Priest?"
Old Zhang has this bandit nickname? He doesn't sound like a good person at all.
The way people shout in the underworld, just like the slang used in slang, is quite particular.
Those usually called "Black-hearted Tiger" or "White-eyed Wolf" are small-time bandits, while those called "Mountain Eagle" or "Mountain Tiger" are mostly "outlaws" or local residents.
Such examples are numerous and varied, and some are simply misinterpretations of the text.
Anything called "Shura" or "Rakshasa" is likely associated with ruthless and merciless acts, and is probably related to acts of "killing without restraint" or "being heartless and cruel."
Bai Cang thought to himself, but on the surface he remained calm and pretended to be domineering. "Since you know my father's name, then we can talk things over."
"Fifty taels of silver for this painting of a hundred demons at night, what do you think, shopkeeper?"
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper's expression shifted between light and dark. After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Would you be willing to leave your name, Daoist?"
I remain true to my name and surname, Jiao Fei, the Daoist Master Jiao!
Bai Cang almost blurted it out, but in the end he still gave his name, "It's alright, I am Bai Cang, Tianwei is my father's only adopted son!"
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper pondered for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "So it's one of our own. We almost made a mistake. We're all family now, we don't even recognize each other."
“Since we’re family, let’s be frank: This painting of a hundred ghosts at night was pawned by our guest. I bought it back for thirty taels of silver. Master Bai only needs to pay that amount to take it.”
Good heavens! You bought something for thirty taels and then immediately sold it for a thousand taels, right?
That's why they say you can't be a good landlord if you're not a ruthless and unscrupulous merchant. Even capitalists would shed tears if they saw you!
Bai Cang was somewhat speechless: Damn it, another bugging incident!
I knew the "zero-half-price bargaining method" was unreliable, and I almost got ripped off again.
I thought I had cut a major artery, but it turned out I had only shaved someone's head.
The shopkeeper's acting was superb; Bai Cang almost thought he was actually forcing a sale.
So you spent half the day arguing with me, and in the end you still had to tearfully and aggrievedly earn twenty taels of silver from me, right?
While it's true that "you can ask for the moon and then negotiate the price," your "price" is way too low!
This isn't "paying back the money on the ground," it's clearly a bottom line in the underworld!
Who the hell could have come up with this?
However, Bai Cang was not tempted at all by the shopkeeper's offer to lower the price.
Instead, he asked, "Is this property of the temple?"
If this guy were to try and take advantage of the abbot, even if he were an "eight-armed Asura," he'd lose his head along with Bai Cang.
"Didn't Young Master Jiao mention this to you?"
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper glanced at Bai Cang with surprise. "This shop is owned by the Chen family, the young master Chen Anping. The steward in charge of the dormitories, Steward Chen, is my young master's cousin."
Bai Cang: ? ? ?
What the hell does this have to do with me? How can I be considered one of our own?
He went through a mental exercise before he could make sense of the logic in the shopkeeper's words.
The dormitory supervisor, Steward Chen, was the same muscular giant who had given them the initial notification.
The other party worked in the dormitory, and Jiao Fei's maternal uncle was the head of the dormitory. The fact that I was on good terms with Jiao Fei could not be hidden from those who were interested.
These are practically family now.
"So I was actually living off Jiao Fei, this fake brother?"
Thinking of this, Bai Cang was even more speechless.
They thought that once "my father Zhang Erhe" appeared, they would be invincible, but instead they were ignored and disregarded.
"I'm laying my cards on the table, no more pretense, brother Jiao Fei?"
"It seems that the Air Force is indeed the fate of fishermen!"
"This is not a fault of my fighting skills, and it is definitely not because my fishing skills are bad."
Bai Cang sighed inwardly and silently adjusted his plans.
He had originally planned to get some "health pills" from Jiao Fei to start taking them.
But now that I owe them such a huge favor, how am I supposed to farm "Xiao Deng" coins?
It took him ten whole days to finally manage to lure Jiao Fei away, and it seemed like the big fish was about to take the bait.
Unexpectedly, at the crucial moment, he took the bait himself and became the one who got hooked.
How could Bai Cang not feel conflicted?
If this "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" painting doesn't satisfy him, then he'll have suffered a huge loss.
But since that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless.
The young owner of this shop is backed by Jiao Fei's uncle's henchman, and he and Jiao Fei are "like brothers".
If we round it up, wouldn't the other party be my henchman?
Since the young master is my henchman, doesn't this shop become my own property?
With this in mind, Bai Cang immediately said, "Friendship is friendship, and business is business."
"Alright then, I won't take advantage of you, let's stick with the original price of fifty taels."
The shopkeeper was taken aback by what he heard and immediately tried to say "please be polite" again.
But Bai Cang didn't give him that chance and slammed the four taels of silver onto the counter.
He then carefully laid out ninety large coins, his face full of arrogance, and said, "This is five taels of silver, which will be considered the first installment payment."
"I will pay you back the remaining forty-five taels in installments, and I guarantee I will treat you fairly, young and old. How about that?"
Shopkeeper: ? ? ? ?
You call this installment payment? You're clearly just trying to get something for free, aren't you?
I said, "Why are you being so generous, insisting on paying such a high price?"
So you don't even want to give me thirty taels of capital, and you just want to take five taels?
No, this isn't even five ounces!
And you still want to swindle ten coins from me?
You fucking have to be a decent human being!
The shopkeeper looked at Bai Cang with a resentful expression, saying nothing, yet it seemed as if he had said a lot.
However, Bai Cang ignored it, revealing his "cold-blooded and ruthless" "assassin nature".
"Since the shopkeeper agrees, then let's do it this way."
"The payment is settled. Could you please help me get my painting down? Thank you."
Bai Cang spoke calmly and confidently, casually slipping away his two taels and five mace of silver without making a sound.
He also casually showed off the jade token at his waist!
With this and this, can I get 25 taels of silver from you for free while standing up?
Besides, even if you feel you're losing out, I, "Master Bai," also feel I'm losing out.
Jiao Fei's favors could not be "bought" by a mere few dozen taels of silver.
He, "Master Bai," suffered such a huge loss, so what's wrong with him getting something for free?
Seeing this scene.
The shopkeeper's eyes went black: when it comes to being inhuman, the Taoist priests of the Three Yin Temple are more professional than dogs, regardless of age or seniority.
I have never seen such a shameless person!
However, faced with Bai Cang's aggressive gaze, the shopkeeper finally lowered his head.
Not only did he deftly roll up the "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" scroll, but he also uttered a few flattering words.
After all, it wasn't him who lost money, and it wasn't his place to hold Bai Cang accountable.
But if he accepts this "immediate loss," then he will have truly suffered for nothing.
"boom!"
Bai Cang took the packaged scroll and immediately felt a surge of Daoist energy.
It was as if the great Dao's divine pronouncements resounded in his heart.
[Congratulations, Dao Lord! You have reached the required level for Daoist cultivation. With offerings of one thousand taels of silver, one hundred taels of gold, ten pearls, and one spirit jade, you are eligible for promotion to the rank of Lower Eighth Grade.]
[Congratulations, Master, on obtaining the secret technique: The Five Ghosts Secret Record]
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