Everyone has the desire to find a bargain, especially Qin Chuan with his special abilities, giving him a much greater chance than others.
That said, there aren't many fools these days who, if they don't know what something is but it looks extraordinary, will have it appraised.
If the appraisal fails, they'll assess the customer's attitude. If the customer offers too little, they'll keep it, since the value is low and there's no reason to sell.
If the offer is high, then it's definitely not an ordinary item, so finding a bargain isn't so simple.
Therefore, finding a bargain is a skill. When you encounter something good, often priceless, the price or even spirit stones spent are secondary;
the problem is whether the seller will sell.
Sometimes they'll display unknown items, hoping to find out their value through a sale.
No matter the price offered, they'll just shake their heads, as if the buyer is underpaying, unaware that they themselves don't know what it is.
Even if many people know what it is, they'll still try to buy it, since such unknown treasures are rare in reality.
It's said that there's nothing that won't be sold, only prices you can't afford.
As long as you can offer something that satisfies the other party, and exchange it for something they don't know the use of, the success rate is quite high. There's
a martial arts exchange in the morning and a rest in the afternoon. You can come here to find what you need, have a meal together, or chat privately with many people. It
's very relaxed. Qin Chuan and Zhao Han went to one of the streets and searched for something useful.
Now that Zhao Han was a woman, she exuded a fatal beauty. Although her clothes weren't particularly extravagant, it only highlighted her uniqueness.
They walked halfway down the street without finding anything good, but that made sense. Where would there be so many good things? Besides, there are so many good things in the world; perhaps they just wouldn't find them.
"Sir, beautiful lady, come and see! I have some good stuff here," a young man greeted Qin Chuan and Zhao Han.
The young man's gaze towards Zhao Han was somewhat eager. Qin Chuan understood that the young man was actually using this as an excuse to get a closer look at Zhao Han, or perhaps for other purposes.
Qin Chuan initially wanted to refuse and not go over, but when he glanced at the stall, he was stunned.
He had a relatively large selection of good items here. Not that they were exceptionally rare, but the quality of what he sold was definitely the best he'd seen before.
People looked at his stall, but ultimately shook their heads and left because of the high prices—not ordinary money, of course.
Here, transactions were all barter; anything of decent quality was exchanged.
It was unexpected that things had developed to this point, yet it seemed to have returned to a more primitive state. Perhaps this was a return to the origin, a return to one's roots, life being a circle, ultimately returning to its starting point.
Qin Chuan noticed something on the young man's stall: a small, gray, inconspicuous knife used for carving talismans, only about half a foot long and as thick as a finger.
It emitted a faint spiritual aura, very faint—a spiritual aura, not emanating spiritual energy—so few could detect it. Moreover, it was a carving knife used by talisman masters.
Few people recognized its value, and talisman masters were also rare, making it difficult for them to notice.
Qin Chuan pulled Zhao Han over and pointed to something on the shelf: "How much is this?"
"I only trade, I don't sell," the young man said proudly.
Many of the pills on the shelf were of good quality. Qin Chuan could tell the man was an alchemist, a young alchemist with unlimited potential.
"Look, this is a Bone Strengthening Pill. This isn't an ordinary Bone Strengthening Pill; most people can't get their hands on it."
"This is a Foundation Strengthening Pill; even Immortal Emperor level cultivators can use it. The benefits are obvious..."
The
young man kept recommending things to Qin Chuan and Zhao Han, chattering on and on. Qin Chuan knew the man just wanted to talk to Zhao Han.
Qin Chuan took out a bottle of Foundation Strengthening Pills and handed it to the young man: "These are Foundation Strengthening Pills I refined. What do you think?"
The young man looked at Qin Chuan, smiled dismissively, and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't lack pills. I don't accept pill exchanges."
"Young man, I'll take these pills. Name your price."
At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over, eagerly eyeing the Foundation Strengthening Pills in Qin Chuan's hand.
The Foundation Strengthening Pill is the most scarce and abundant of all pills, because it strengthens the foundation and can be used multiple times until the body stops absorbing it.
However, this pill is extremely valuable; those that are useless, low-grade ones, are completely ineffective, while high-grade ones are purchased at great expense.
After all, a single useful Foundation Strengthening Pill can change a martial artist's fate.
Qin Chuan handed it to him without speaking.
The middle-aged man carefully opened the bottle, releasing a faint, refreshing fragrance, mixed with a cleansing and invigorating feeling, indescribably comfortable.
It was just a smell. The young man's face flushed, and he lowered his head slightly. If this pill was truly made by Qin Chuan, then he had offended a powerful alchemist.
"Sir, I really need this pill. Name your price!" the middle-aged man said, slightly excited.
Qin Chuan smiled, "Someone just said my pills aren't as good as these. Can you help me see which one is better? If you think mine is better, I'll give it to you."
The middle-aged man was taken aback, looking at the pills in his hand and then at the pills placed in front of the young man.
"Sir, are you joking? This bottle of your pills is more valuable than all the pills here," the middle-aged man said, puzzled.
"Then I'll give you this bottle of pills. A bottle of pills in exchange for a pleasant word is worth it," Qin Chuan smiled.
"I can't accept something for nothing. Sir, name your price. It wouldn't be right for me to
ask for your things on our first meeting," the middle-aged man quickly said. Qin Chuan thought for a moment and said, "Then you buy everything on this stall for me, and I'll give you two more bottles of these pills. How about that?"
Sometimes it's like that; buying something isn't so simple. You're afraid the other person won't buy it, and then you can't exactly kill them and steal their goods.
Just then, this man appeared. Using him was like a way of spiteing the young man; the other had previously looked down on him, and now he looked down on him too. A few bottles of pills could buy back everything he owned.
The young man had mostly pills, and those were the most valuable items. As for the other few things, the young man himself didn't even know what they were; he had just displayed them on a whim.