Chapter 41: Not even for a dog, but for Nan Wuyan
Elder Li Huan looked at him expressionlessly, a sneer escaping from the tip of his nose, "Master Nanwu really knows how to make things difficult for people."
"Hey Li Huan, I'm not happy when you say that."
Nan Wuyan suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Look, we from Luoyun Sect also came here with sincerity. If the quality of your flint is good enough, we will definitely find someone to send the balance to you as soon as possible!"
"This little friend."
Nan Wuyan narrowed his eyes and smiled cunningly, "You guys don't even have confidence in the quality of the flint, do you?"
"No way!" Song Zhexia stood up excitedly, her eyes red, and stammered, "Oh, oh, oh, how can you... say that to us!"
"That's it."
Seeing her crying, Nan Wuyan did not feel the slightest bit of shame for bullying the younger generation, and continued: "Since your Flint is fine, why are you so nervous?"
"When doing business, you have to trust each other."
He looked into Song Zhexia's eyes and said with a smile, "I think we should just settle it like this. If we say too much, it will hurt everyone's harmony."
As he spoke, Nan Wuyan placed ten taels of spirit stones on the table, "I also hope that Qianqiu Pavilion can be honest, otherwise the people of Luoyun Sect will definitely suspect that you are deliberately causing trouble to destroy the friendship between the two sects."
Song Zhexia bit her lower lip tightly, and when she lowered her face, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
Before she could let go, the voice of the young disciple came from outside the door again, "Elder Feng He, your body is not well yet, you can't walk around!"
Noticing the movement, the three people in the room raised their eyes and looked towards the door.
The moment the door was pushed open, a pale, sickly man appeared in the field of vision.
The man had a handsome appearance, wearing a dark white jade crown on his head, and his long hair was half tied behind his head and the other half let down.
He was wearing a light blue robe with a snow-white long gown on the outside. A snow-white red-crowned crane was embroidered on the bottom of the hem. The green jade pendant tied around his waist was clean and pure, exuding a bright color, which made his masculinity look more refined.
Song Zhexia was still sighing at the Qianqiu Pavilion's sect mascot's good looks, but the next second she saw the man take out a handkerchief and start spitting blood, "Ahem!"
Nan Wuyan was so frightened when he saw this that he quickly stood up from his seat and stepped back several meters. "I'm telling you, I didn't touch you, don't try to blackmail me!"
Elder Feng He gave him a gentle smile in return, "Master Nan Wu, long time no see... ahem!"
While spitting out blood, he said with a smile: "Ahem! Since we are here, why don't we have dinner here... Ahem!"
Nan Wuyan was completely frightened, fearing that this man would fall beside his legs and extort hundreds of thousands of dollars. "Eat by yourselves, my sect disciples are calling me home for dinner!"
Before leaving, he turned back and reminded Song Zhexia, "And the flint, I paid a deposit for it, remember to send it to us later!"
When he went out, Nan Wuyan couldn't stop smiling when he thought of the ten carts of flint.
Hahaha, Qianqiu Pavilion is nothing more than this!
Get it right!
After Nan Wuyan left, Elder Li Huan glared at Feng He and said unhappily, "Didn't I tell you to get well before coming out?"
Elder Feng He smiled gently, "It's too stuffy in the valley. I'm always alone there. I'm almost sick from being suffocated."
After saying this, he coughed a few more times and asked, "Where did you put that thing?"
Hearing this, Elder Li Huan's expression became more serious. "The innermost level of the library."
"Okay." After hearing the reply, Feng He turned around and left.
"Elder."
Seeing Elder Feng He's lonely back, the young disciple at the door asked curiously, "What is Elder Feng He going to look for?"
Elder Li Huan paused and smiled bitterly, "It was an ancient zither left by an old friend of his."
"What about the owner of the guqin?" the young disciple asked again.
Elder Li Huan glared at him and said, "You are the only one who talks too much."
Little disciple: qaq.
Song Zhexia sat there and stretched, and the shrunken turtle crawled out of her pocket. [You actually agreed to pay for the goods upon delivery, Luoyun Sect's leader? ]
Song Zhexia snorted coldly, "As for that old fox Nan Wuyan, do you think he really intends to pay the balance?"
[Hmm?] Turtle asked in confusion: [Then will you still send flint tonight?]
"Of course."
Song Zhexia grinned and said, "Not only do we have to give it away, but we have to give it away for free."
Turtle:?
That's right?
Her host is so cruel that he is willing to give it away for free?
Isn't this charity?!
Looking at the fiery red clouds burning in the sky, Song Zhexia raised the corners of his mouth and his watery eyes turned slightly.
The leader of Luoyun Sect is no more than this.
Get it right!
...
That night, Nan Wuyan sat in Luoyun Hall, one hand resting on his chin, and the other hand fiddling with the teapot on the table out of boredom.
After a while, a young disciple came in, "Master!"
Nan Wuyan raised his eyelids lazily, "What's wrong?"
Young disciple: "The people from Qianqiu Pavilion just delivered ten carts of flint to us. Do we have to pay the balance now?"
"hehe."
Nan Wuyan said slowly: "We need to be more flexible."
"What do you mean?" the young disciple asked puzzledly.
Nan Wuyan rolled his eyes at him and said, "We're almost getting the Flint, why should we pay the balance? Do those deadbeats deserve it?!"
Young disciple: “…”
He looked at Nan Wuyan's smug face and continued, "Master, we have indeed obtained ten carts of flint, but that cart..."
"What's wrong with that car?" Nan Wuyan's eyebrows twitched slightly.
The young disciple waved to the outside, and the people outside quickly pushed a cart into the house.
The moment he saw the stroller, Nan Wuyan's temples began to throb wildly, and his voice became a few notches higher, "A stroller?!"
The young disciple nodded, "The people from Qianqiu Pavilion sent us ten baby carriages."
"Nine of the carts were given to the disciples for free. The remaining cart only contained three flints the size of eggs."
Nan Wuyan's head was buzzing. When he walked to the stroller and reached out to touch the flint, a string of golden words floated in the air: "Free trial for six minutes, renew your membership to enjoy more services."
Nan Mingyan:?
He took a deep breath and turned over another piece of flint: "Single purchase: Disciples get 20% off, Elders get the original price, and the head gets double the price. We will provide you with free after-sales service."
Nan Wuyan immediately yelled in anger, "Why am I super doubled?!"
The last flint turned over by itself, "Asking is hatred of the rich."
"..."
"Dear, there is a group purchase service for group purchases. When you gather five people, you can get a 6% discount at most, and you can also get a piece of Flint for free."
Nan Wuyan was getting angry when a disciple beside him flickered a light on his fingertips, opened the sky curtain beside him, and said to him weakly, "That's right, Master."
"The people from Qianqiu Pavilion even distributed flint for free to the poor people living at the foot of the mountain..."
Nan Wuyan turned around and looked at the large sky curtain on the right.
As expected, the scene showed Qianqiu Pavilion disciples distributing rice porridge and flint to poor people.
The temperature was extremely cold, and people built shelters for homeless people, providing them with sufficient food and daily necessities.
On the other side of the picture, a familiar girl is using flint to warm a stray dog.
Seeing this, Ye Ye asked curiously, "Xia Xia, when the Luoyun Sect's leader asked you for flint, he only gave you three small pieces, but now you've given five big pieces of flint to these stray dogs."
Song Zhexia stroked the dog's head without raising his head, "Haha, I'd rather give it to a dog than to Nan Wuyan."