Zheng Dongzhu of the Shuangyan Book Sword Workshop has only slept for one hour a day during this time, and he will still be awakened from the nightmare of his bankruptcy

It was really those nightmares that were so terrible that Zheng Dongzhu, a great master of the Jindan period, couldn't even hold himself in a cold sweat, and his body was weak, but he still had to stand up and inspect all the preparations for this Lingbao Conference over and over again, for fear of any mistakes.

It is really that Shuangyan Shujian Fang has invested too much money in this Lingbao Conference, if you count the "Lingxiao Record of the Sea", the investment has exceeded 400,000 spirit stones, as long as there is a problem in any link, this 300-year-old brand may go bankrupt at any time.

Although Liu Shanren of Liu Ji Lingshi Village kindly borrowed a few more sums of money, Zheng Dongzhu's nightmare became more and more terrible, in the dream everything was gone, and he fell into hell, but Zheng Dongfang couldn't remember who the creditor who took away his wife and daughter was?

Therefore, the closer to the day of the Lingbao Conference, the more busy Zheng Dongzhu becomes, originally a Jindan monk did not eat, drink or sleep for a few days and nights There is no problem, but in the past two days, Zheng Dongzhu has lost at least fifteen pounds, and from time to time he sighs in his room

Many winds and grasses have made this old-school businessman panic, and he even heard that Liu Suiyun Liu Dashao, who presided over the Lingbao Conference, was originally very interested in his own Linghai Lingxiao Record, but as a result, Taibai Sword Sect brought a Lingbao-level rune pen, Liu Dashao directly gave up the competition on the Lingxiao Record in order to grab this rune pen, and went all out to raise and compete for that Lingbao-level super rune pen, and this news made him unable to even drink water.

What if the goods in this warehouse can't be sold? Shuangyan Shujian Fang will definitely keep turnover, and maybe he will get another loan from the kind Liu Shanren.

On the night of the seventh day of the eighth month, Zheng Dongfang personally inspected all the shops and warehouses of Shuangyan Shujian Fang, and confirmed that all the preparations were close to perfection, and now the business of test marketing is very good, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, he checked everything carefully, and felt that it was finally time to decide life and death, so he quickly made a decision: "Master, I want to sleep well today, and wake me up early tomorrow!"

He had to stay in the store in advance, wait for the first business to come to him, and then decide the matter of life and death in the Shuangyan Book Sword Workshop, so he could finally rest well.

Even if it is a Jindan monk, but Zheng Dongzhu is still frightened after going to bed, fortunately he has found a lot of reasons to comfort himself, although this Lingbao Conference may not be like Liu Suiyun's advertisement "100,000 magic weapons and 100,000 immortals, 1,000 spiritual treasures will gather", but at least 100,000 monks should not be a problem with the flow of people, and even Lingbao, quasi-Lingbao, and the best magic treasure have brought nearly 300 pieces, which can be said to be the largest event in the firmament world in the past hundred years.

I heard that there were dozens of Yuan Babies who participated in this Lingbao Conference, and even several Yuan Shen monks came, so this kind of flow of people can always not lead to a loss, right? I heard that Liu Suiyun and Liu Dashao can now be said to be developed, and he hastily made thousands of rough houses, which were originally unwanted, but he couldn't grab them if he increased the price three times.

In this kind of thinking, Zheng Dongzhu finally fell asleep, but he had only been asleep for half an hour, and he had immediately woken up, and when he woke up, Zheng Dongzhu even unconsciously touched his clothes, it seemed that there was not much cold sweat today? Why was he awakened again? But there were no nightmares!

"Owner, owner!"

It wasn't until now that Zheng Dongzhu saw the few stewards in front of him clearly, and was taken aback: "Time flies so fast? It's almost dawn?"

But he glanced at the window, but it was pitch black, and now it was only a matter of time: "What's going on? What's going on?"

According to the rules of the bazaar, why do you have to open the door at dawn to do business, and now these shopkeepers come to him, something must have happened, the sweat on Zheng Dongzhu's body gushed out all of a sudden, but fortunately, the big shopkeeper has already asked: "Owner, do we want to open the door now?"

"Open the door, what's wrong?" Zheng Dongzhu didn't understand: "It's still early, right?"

The steward below reported and said: "It is now the eighth day of the eighth month of August, although there are still several hours before dawn, but there are already many Taoist friends who have rushed over to join in the fun, but they have brought spirit stones, and they shouted for us to open the door for business on the eighth day of the first month, we dare not make a decision, so the proprietor is the master!"

"How about the fish intestines?" Zheng Dongzhu is more concerned about the movements of his biggest competitor: "They have opened their doors, and business is booming!"

According to the rules set by Liu Suiyun, before the eighth day of the eighth month of August, whether it is the inner field or the outer field, it is not open to the public, at most some monks who are quite hard in the background are allowed to recognize the way, and only the thousands of shops outside can do some small business, but the organizers of the Lingbao Conference are not responsible for the credibility of these shops, so everyone is holding their spirit stone bags tightly, waiting for the eighth day of the eighth month of August to break out.

It's just that even Liu Suiyun didn't expect that everyone's suppressed consumption power would burst out so amazingly, and Zheng Dongzhu quickly made a decision: "Since the fish intestines are open, then what are we waiting for, open the door immediately to welcome customers, by the way, take out the batch of goods we pressed at the bottom of the warehouse, and give a seven-fold discount, just say that it is a special discount provided by our Shuangyan!"

The goods of these ballast warehouses cost Zheng Dongzhu nearly ten thousand spirit stones, but although the profit is good, the sales are very poor, Shuangyan Shujian Fang has been sold for more than six years, and only one-third of it has been sold, seeing that this batch of deer skins from Taibai Sword Sect still squeezes out a lot of liquidity, Zheng Dongzhu had to decide to make a seven-fold discount, and the number of goods that can be sold is how many goods, after all, after a seven-fold discount, he can still maintain a good profit.

"Good!" The steward below has agreed, and then the envoy was sent to the branches of Shuangyan for the first time, so that they could immediately open the door to welcome the guests, and after Zheng Dongzhu changed his clothes, he didn't care about resting, and immediately rushed over to sit down, and he would not sleep for the next few days, and he would not even have a chance to close his eyes.

Half an hour later, with a smile on his face, Zheng Dongzhu watched the steady stream of people squeeze into the general number of the Shuangyan Book Sword Workshop in the outfield, and he saw a steady stream of spirit stones flowing into his spirit stone bag.

There are so many monks, there are even a long line of six or seven zhang long at the door of the shop, and there are also such long queues at the door of other immortal merchants, it is still late at night!

In the dark night, the shouts of several immortal merchants came and went: "Two spirit stones, as long as two spirit stones, come in and take a look, no matter what, take two spirit stones, two spirit stones, the original price of ten spirit stones and fifteen spirit stones of treasures, now all as long as two spirit stones, absolutely not pit you, two spirit stones can't pit you, come in and earn it!"

"Three-fold up, all three-fold up, do you want a magic weapon? Come to our fish intestines, this is a once-in-a-decade opportunity!"

"The goods are genuine, the goods are cheap and beautiful, the flying sword is only nine hundred and ninety-nine, that's right, a flying sword is only nine hundred and ninety-nine!"

"As long as eighty-nine, as long as eighty-nine spirit stones, eighty-nine spirit stones, take home a good spirit pet!"

Zheng Dongzhu listened to the shopkeeper's report with satisfaction: "Owner, just our family, this hour has gone 10,000 spirit stones, 10,000 spirit stones!"

Although the Shuangyan Book Sword Workshop has a big business, it usually can't sell 10,000 spirit stones a day, and sometimes the business is bleak, and even 2,000 spirit stones can't be sold, but now it sells 10,000 spirit stones in an hour, and there is a steady stream of monks entering the Shuangyan Book Sword Workshop

It turned out that the market opened overnight, and Zheng Dongzhu just wanted to deal with a batch of old goods that couldn't be sold at all, but looking at this situation, maybe this year, the general number of this outfield alone can sell tens of thousands of spirit stones or even hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, Zheng Dongzhu immediately ordered loudly: "Immediately let us transfer more goods to the warehouse in the palace, transfer more goods, and discount more, and we can't let people fight for fish intestines!"

At dawn, Zheng Dongfang was already sweating all over his body, but this time it was not sweat, but sweat after being excited, he confirmed with a few stewards, the sales of Shuangyan Shujian Fang in the outer field had exceeded 20,000 spirit stones, and due to the qualification restrictions in the inner field, most of the major monks were not as impatient as the minor monks, so the transaction volume was not large, but it also took six or seven thousand spirit stones.

Now the warehouse has precipitated several batches of old goods for many years, due to a good discount, almost half of them have been cleared, and even out of stock, and some have come to inquire that there is no stock.

Zheng Dongzhu realized that although some goods are very small, as long as the flow of people reaches a limit, the goods he prepared are nothing at all, but the monks who came are really crowded, seeing that since dawn, groups of monks have poured into the outfield, and the store is crowded with people, some of them even have to deal with five or six customers, and some monks have to wait in line for two quarters of an hour to enter their shop, he immediately shouted: "Transfer the people of the general number and the thirteen branches, except for the people who take care of the house, Transfer them all to me, and you don't have to open the door today!"

Even if it is a holiday, Shuangyan Shujian Fang has always been open every day rain or shine, this tradition has lasted for two hundred years, but today for the Lingbao Conference, every shop in Shuangyan Shujian Fang is closed, leaving only a few guys who watch the store, and the rest of the staff are all transferred to the Moon Lake.

It's just that the crowd that has poured in since dawn is endless, if you don't see it with your own eyes, Zheng Dongzhu really doesn't believe that there are so many monks in this firmament world, and even Yuanying monk and Jindan monk have come to the outfield to have fun, as soon as he saw such a big monk, Zheng Dongzhu greeted them at that time, and invited them to the Shuangyan Shujian Fang shop in the infield, the outfield is purely a volume, and the infield is the real boutique gathering, and even sent his own famous thorn, which is printed with dense information, both Shuangyan Shujian Fang in the outfield of all the shops, There are also double geese in the infield, and there is also a catalogue of treasures provided by double geese for several auctions.

Just sent away a Jindan monk, Zheng Dongzhu wiped a handful of juice from his forehead, looked at the dense crowd, and finally thought of an important matter, ran back to the store and asked the shopkeeper: "How many spirit stones are there in the store now?