Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

Chapter 1738 - 952: Business Tycoon

The sun sets in the west, and the sky is tinged with a shade of orange red, the afterglow spilling onto the faces of the pedestrians on Temple Street.

"Still owe 66 yuan."

"57 yuan."

"This wave’s a big win, still owe 28 yuan!"

Every time a sale is made, Tongtong chats cheerfully by Jiang Ning’s ear.

"One yuan for three rings, three rings, cheaper than others!" Boss Zhuang shouted loudly.

"Forget it, let’s go next door, ten yuan can play for a long time." A young couple left the stall.

Chen Siyu whispered: "So infuriating, this is the third time they’ve snatched our customers!"

Then she and her sister watched coldly, witnessing the young couple being taken for twenty yuan next door, Chen Siyu felt her heart turning cold in this process!

Won’t be moved by anything in the world again.

She’s about to become a ruthless and cunning businessperson, calling the shots in the business world.

"Si Yu, pick up the rings." Xue Yuantong commanded.

Chen Siyu quickly bent down: "Hehe, here I come!"

More people began to appear on Temple Street, coming and going, the atmosphere became lively.

It’s the weekend, inevitably some students are out playing, during which Jiang Ning also saw some familiar faces.

"Jiang Ning? You’re setting up a stall?" Zhang Chi was incredibly surprised.

He remembered Jiang Ning didn’t lack pocket money, right?

Zhang Chi is someone who loves making money, so he usually doesn’t stay in the dorm during holidays, often running around, looking for business opportunities.

Chen Siyu: "We’re here to experience life!"

Zhang Chi originally wanted to ask if they were making money, but felt the scene wasn’t right, so he temporarily suppressed the thought, planning to return to school tomorrow to discuss it.

Next door came another shout: "One yuan for three rings, cheapest around, come play!"

Zhang Chi turned his head: "I’m a student, give it to me and I’ll play."

Boss Zhuang cursed: "Are you sick."

Zhang Chi wasn’t happy: "Damn!"

He pulled out one yuan: "Give me three rings!"

The boss usually sold five yuan minimum, but this young man annoyed him, so he sold three rings, planning to con him a bit.

Zhang Chi raised his hand and flung it towards a big round watermelon.

The ring flew through the air, Jiang Ning pondered for a second, and used spiritual power to interfere.

The next second, the ring precisely landed on the watermelon.

Zhang Chi was dumbfounded, then ecstatic: "My melon, my melon!"

With a dark face, the boss: "Finish it and then get it!"

Zhang Chi raised his hand and let it fall, two more plastic rings flew out, hitting a pack of Yuxi cigarettes and a toy box respectively.

Zhang Chi just felt his touch was too strong.

"Boss, give me the prizes!" Zhang Chi demanded.

With so many people watching, the boss couldn’t deny it, and this young man had an air of menace about him, he didn’t want to provoke such a person.

Zhang Chi won the prizes, slapped down ten yuan: "Boss, give me thirty rings more!"

The boss’s expression changed: "Not selling, you’re not seriously playing this."

Zhang Chi cursed him back a few times, then switched topics: "People next door aren’t as stingy as you!"

"Jiang Ning, give me ten yuan worth of rings!" Zhang Chi commanded with an air of authority.

Jiang Ning silently: ’You’ve really got some nerve?’

Xue Yuantong spoke up: "If you want to play, we can give you five rings, we’re classmates..."

Chen Siyu: "Exactly, we’re not the type to stop selling rings just because you’re skilled at it!"

The adjacent boss was furious!

Zhang Chi interrupted: "No need, I’ll pay!"

Today, his touch was incredibly strong, he wanted to teach his classmates a lesson here too!

Jiang Ning: "Si Yu."

The neighboring Boss Zhuang noticed the situation, eyes glimmering, finding it amusing, he had been conning people at stalls for years, could see this customer really aimed at making money, with no regard for friendship.

’You’re generous, just wait!’ the nearby boss secretly thought.

Zhang Chi took the rings and threw them at that pack of Chunghua.

Classmate meets classmate, what a con!

Result: all ten rings missed.

Zhang Chi was stunned: "This isn’t right?"

My luck today was obviously invincible!

Could it be that Jiang Ning is a completely unscrupulous boss?

Then, a guest bought ten rings and landed two cans of Wangzai.

Zhang Chi spent another ten yuan, bought ten rings, and again all missed.

Zhang Chi furrowed his brows, ’Could my fortune have reversed again?’

The neighboring Boss Zhuang also noticed, indeed felt in ring-throwing there is a thing called touch, upon this thought, he hollered: "Young man, still want to toss rings?"

Zhang Chi spent five yuan, from the neighboring boss got a big watermelon, an assembled race car, two cans of Red Bull.

"Hahaha, I’ve got my touch back!" Zhang Chi laughed heartily.

Then again contributed twenty yuan at Jiang Ning’s stall.

Zhang Chi was furious, found the boss again: "Give me five yuan’s worth of rings."

Boss Zhuang was also angry: "Are you freaking trying to recover in my place?"

Zhang Chi: "One yuan for a ring, wanna sell?"

Boss Zhuang sold him ten yuan worth of rings.

Then Zhang Chi hit a big watermelon, a six pound rabbit, a large doll...

Zhang Chi returned to Jiang Ning’s booth, spent fifty yuan, aiming at Chunghua cigarettes, in the end only got one can of Wangzai.

Zhang Chi turned to prepare...Boss Zhuang said one hundred items, unwilling to sell him rings anymore.

Zhang Chi was disappointed, but after all, he had still made a profit, he packed everything into a snakeskin bag, shouldered it and left Temple Street to sell off his winnings.

Chen Siyu advertised: "At our booth, no matter how skilled you are at ring-tossing, there’s no upper limit!"

In contrast, setting clearly manifests!

Jiang Ning found the effect just now was not bad, he started casting spells.

The neighboring booth’s customers suddenly luckier, consecutively winning prizes, confidence soaring, stopped by Boss Zhuang.

So they came to Jiang Ning’s booth, attempting to replicate the miracle, then losing money.

In and out, Boss Zhuang’s curses grew louder, such as "Want it, take it, don’t want it, scram" "This isn’t twice, this is three times" "What I say goes" "You guys have the guts to finish it!"

As a result, his stall’s items dwindled, finally leaving only a scattered few, unable to sustain a stall.

Really were all taken.

Meanwhile, at Jiang Ning’s side, Tongtong kept counting money: "We’ve made six hundred!"

Accompanied by a curse "Damn!" from the nearby boss, angrily packing up to leave.

Without the adjacent boss’s company, Jiang Ning’s stall business declined, he couldn’t help but glance north.

The skinny boss noticed his gaze, suddenly felt a chill: ’Damn, don’t come over here!’

He pulled the carpet towards himself, squeezed out a friendly smile.

Jiang Ning felt he seemed sincere enough, temporarily let him go, continued his legitimate business.

Until 7:30 in the evening, Jiang Ning closed shop, according to Tongtong’s accounting, made a total profit of 801 yuan, an absolute fortune.

The group bought a bunch of snacks, rode electric tricycle back to the river dam.

Returning the vehicle, Zhuang Jianhui and the others were still hanging out at the rural tourism entrance, Yin Yu asked them which class is best at Fourth Middle School, Wang Yong instinctively wanted to say, of course, it was their Class 8.

Gong Jin hurriedly interrupted: "Class 1, obviously Class 1 is better!"

Coincidentally, Jiang Ning appeared, Xu Wenyi asked: "Did you guys make money?"

Yin Yu gave a glance of scrutiny.

Xue Yuantong clutching a wad of cash, proudly said: "Eight hundred yuan!"

Yin Yu lightly said: "That’s quite a lot."