Chapter 404 Transfer of This Store

The Market of All Realms is vast and vast, where all the great powers from the heavens gather to exchange what they need and the economy is prosperous.

Each area operates different types of businesses. It's impossible for Zhang Ye to go to Fengyue Place to open a blacksmith shop, right? Get an iron grip?

So after Zhang Ye recovered from his injuries, he came to the Lingbao trading area. This area was home to blacksmiths of all levels and all kinds of Lingbao. While looking for the address to open a shop, Zhang Ye observed the Lingbao of all worlds and gained a lot.

Since blowing up the Zhenwu World in the Xuanhuang Universe, Zhang Ye has vaguely understood the forging state of mind of destruction. Now, he has learned to use the power of the source to create the spiritual treasures of all worlds, and he has also understood a new level of artistic conception. As for what it is specifically, it is still Didn't think it through clearly.

However, Zhang Ye felt that in this world market, it was very possible to help him understand the forging skills of the creation artifact. This was a man's, bah, a blacksmith's intuition.

Gradually, Zhang Ye also got to know something about the Lingbao area. For example, the largest Lingbao shop was called Baolai Pavilion. Its business was so big that it was many times stronger than the Magic Blacksmith Shop in its heyday.

This can be regarded as nonsense. After all, Baolai Pavilion is engaged in business in all worlds, and it is not on the same level as Zhang Ye's blacksmith shop.

Zhang Ye didn't feel envious after looking at the shop that occupied several streets in Baolai Pavilion. It was true that Baolai Pavilion did a lot of business, but he always felt that something was missing. It was too commercial?

Zhang Ye clasped his hands behind his back, preparing to continue looking for a suitable location for his own store. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a skinny Lingbao store sandwiched between the shops a few streets away from Baolaige. The simple signboard read "Renhe Lingbao Zhai" ".

Please forgive me for describing that shop as skinny, mainly because compared with the majestic appearance of Baolai Pavilion, it looks like a malnourished old man.

Zhang Ye was thinking this, and sure enough, a dry old man walked out of the door of the shop: "Shopkeeper Wu, I will not sell my shop to you no matter what, please go ahead!"

A rich, fat man walked out with an angry look on his face and flicked his sleeves: "Old man Li, I really don't understand what you mean by insisting on sticking with our Baolai Pavilion. If you think the purchase price is low, fine, I'll pay three times the price, which is enough. You’re old!”

The dry old man raised his neck like an angry rooster: "Roll, roll, no matter how much money I have, I don't care about it."

The rich and fat man pointed at the old man's nose and said bitterly: "Let's see how long you can hold on!"

The rich and fat man left the old man's shop, turned around and entered the door of Baolai Pavilion next door. Zhang Ye understood that it was Baolai Pavilion who wanted to buy this shop sandwiched between their Baolai Pavilion.

But at a glance, the entire street is dominated by the magnificent Baolaige store, with only a shabby little shop sandwiched in the middle. It's like a big black cavity among a row of white teeth. It's such a disservice to the image. If Zhang Ye were the owner of Baolai Pavilion, he would have tried his best to acquire this small shop, otherwise it would be like a stick in his throat.

Zhang Ye shook his head. His own affairs were not settled yet. Why bother worrying about others? He was about to leave when he saw a notice posted on the door of "Renhe Lingbaozhai" - "Our store is for sale."

Zhang Ye was puzzled. If you want to transfer it, why not sell it to Baolai Pavilion?

Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment, not only out of curiosity, but also because he wanted to open a shop, and then stepped onto the door of Renhe Lingbaozhai.

The old man Ganba seemed to be still angry. When he saw Zhang Ye coming to the door, he calmed down for a long time before his expression softened slightly and asked: "Is your guest going to create a spiritual treasure?"

Zhang Ye glanced at the interior of the shop, which was somewhat similar to the Magic Blacksmith Shop. The furnace was at the back, and the front desk did not sell finished products. It only accepted customers' customizations and forged them on site.

Zhang Ye felt a lot more friendly just seeing this scene, and he cupped his hand: "I'm not here to build Lingbao. I just saw the store transfer written on the outside of the shop, so I wanted to come and take a look."

The old man Ganba's expression had just recovered, but he became sulky again inexplicably: "Baolai Pavilion sent you, right? Get lost, I told you I won't sell Baolai Pavilion!"

Zhang Ye frowned, but he was not angry. Instead, he explained: "I have nothing to do with Baolai Pavilion. I mainly want to sell a shop and run Lingbao by myself."

Ganba old man squinted his eyes to distinguish the authenticity of Zhang Ye's words, and then said: "It's true that our store is going to be transferred, but you have also seen my store. It is sandwiched in the middle of Baolai Pavilion and has no business at all. Why do you Are you interested in our store?”

The old man was both discriminating and curious.

Zhang Ye heard the old man Ganba's inquiry and thought about it. Being caught in the middle of Baolai Pavilion, there will definitely be trouble in doing business in the future.

However, Zhang Ye went around the Lingbao area today, and there was no other store for sale, so if he could take over the Renhe Lingbao Restaurant, he would be in trouble.

Zhang Ye said: "The location of the store is not ideal, but I am not afraid of trouble."

What Zhang Ye said was true. As a Hongmeng-level blacksmith, he really wasn't afraid of the Baolai Pavilion.

Hearing Zhang Ye's answer, the old man Ganba hesitated again and again, and still said: "The store cannot be transferred to you."

Zhang Ye thinks this old man is so weird. He obviously wants to sell the shop, but neither to Baolai Pavilion nor to himself, so just tear up the notice outside the door.

Zhang Ye suppressed his anger and asked, "Why can't you transfer it to me?"

"Even if you are not from Baolai Pavilion, your forging skills must be ordinary. If the store is left to you, sooner or later it will not be able to operate, and the store will be sold to Baolai Pavilion!" When the old man said this, his expression became more determined.

Zhang Ye was speechless. Does a forging master have to look like a weird old man? But Zhang Ye was more curious about something else, so he asked, "By the way, why can't you sell your shop to Baolai Pavilion?"

If it was Baolai Pavilion's agent, Zhang Ye would not have asked such a question. The old man trusted him a lot, so he answered, "In fact, if I sell the shop to Baolai Pavilion, I can indeed get a lot of money, enough for me to spend my life in peace."

"But I am a forger, and the meaning of my life is to provide all kinds of spiritual treasures for practitioners. Of course, I can't run the business anymore, and I will have to close it sooner or later. If I hand over Renhe Lingbaozhai to Baolai Pavilion, it will also serve more practitioners."

"But Baolai Pavilion only does business with big monks, so the price is expensive. If it continues to expand like this, where will those small monks get spiritual treasures?"

"So, I refuse to sell the shop to Baolai Pavilion!"

When Zhang Ye heard the old man's words, his first reaction was to laugh. He was so old, why was he still so naive? If Baolai Pavilion didn't do business with small monks, there would always be someone else who would do it. But then, Zhang Ye was silent and couldn't laugh anymore.

This old man, in the face of huge interests, still adheres to the concept of serving monks as a forger. This is a pure and outrageous real forger. Even if Zhang Ye can forge Hongmeng-level spiritual treasures, he feels a little ashamed at this moment.

It's like a rich man donating millions to refugees, while a poor man only donates two taels of silver. It seems that the rich man has paid more, but he doesn't know that two taels of silver is all the poor man has!

The old man may not be a top forger, but he has tried his best to fight against the monopoly of Baolai Pavilion, just to serve more people. This is exactly the same as the poor man who donated two taels, so Zhang Ye feels ashamed.

"Please..." The old man raised his hand and sent the guest away.

Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment, took out a Hongmeng treasure, refined it out of thin air, and then reshaped it into another Hongmeng treasure: "Senior, please transfer the store to me."

Previously, the old man did not transfer the store to Zhang Ye because he was afraid that he could not run it, so Zhang Ye deliberately showed his forging ability. As for calling the old man, a low-level immortal, a senior, it was because Zhang Ye respected the blacksmith.

The old man was dumbfounded when he saw Zhang Ye forging the weapon. He must have been thinking, this young man is actually a Hongmeng-level blacksmith? He had previously said that his forging skills were ordinary?

The old man came back to his senses and smiled bitterly: "I don't dare to be a senior, you are the senior."

"The way of forging is not only about the ability to forge, but also the heart of forging is more important. I am ashamed of myself!" Zhang Ye said modestly, which made the old man more favorable.

The two exchanged greetings for a while and each introduced their names. The old man's name was Li Renhe, who was worthy of being a man of great benevolence and harmony. He said, "Friend Zhang, I am incompetent and can't run the business, so I transferred the shop, but I don't want to bury Renhe Lingbaozhai, so I've delayed it until now."

"But I believe that you are the destined person I'm looking for, and Lingbaozhai can be transferred to you."

Zhang Ye's face was delighted: "Thank you very much, senior. I wonder how much the transfer fee is?"

Li Renhe shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I will transfer Lingbaozhai to you, but you have to agree to one request of mine. Lingbaozhai has some old customers. Although their cultivation is not high and they are not very rich, after you take over Lingbaozhai, please don't Reject them. "

Li Renhe felt that this might be unfair to Zhang Ye, a Hongmeng-level forger, and added: "If you agree, the transfer fee doesn't matter."

Zhang Ye was stunned, stood solemnly, and said: "Senior, you are worried too much. I solemnly promise here that I will not only accept old customers of Lingbaozhai, but also other customers, regardless of their cultivation level, whether they are rich or poor. "

"As for the transfer fee, senior, you must accept it!"

Zhang Ye now does not need to save money to unlock the forging skills, so his demand for wealth is not that great. The purpose of opening a shop is to find the missing Tuanzi, Ahua and others, and to contact the heroes of the Ten Thousand Worlds to find a way to target the Lord of Darkness.

In this way, Zhang Ye took over Renhe Lingbaozhai. Li Renhe was full of affection and reluctance to the shop, but he also knew that Zhang Ye would not bury the shop, so he immediately packed his bags and said goodbye and left.

When Li Renhe walked to the street, he inexplicably wanted to look back. In the past, Renhe Lingbaozhai was like a lamb caught in the mouth of a tiger, caught in the crossfire of the shops on Baolai Pavilion Street.

But at this moment, Li Renhe had an illusion that Lingbaozhai was like a nail nailed to the dragon vein of Baolai Pavilion.

Li Renhe laughed loudly, left with a wave of his sleeves, and retired peacefully.