Fang Chen shook his head slightly.

Mr. Hu looked embarrassed: "Fang Taoist friend doesn't know something. Although the inheritance of talismans like this is important, the production process is also very difficult. It is difficult to find monks who are proficient in this way. If the price is too high, no one will be willing to pay for it.

Pay the bill."

"One holding talisman can sell for two hundred and fifty low-grade spiritual stones. As long as you make 20 of them, you'll get your money back. I believe that even if others don't have the ability to make this talisman, they still know how to settle the account, right?

Ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones, regardless of the price, if Mr. Hu has the ability, he will sell them at this price. You are the one who sold more, and I will take the actual ten thousand.

If you don’t have this ability, just pretend I didn’t say anything about it.”

Fang Chen said calmly.

"Whatever you sell will belong to me? Is this true?"

Mr. Hu said in deep thought.

"really."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

"Well, I'll leave this matter to you. I promise to help fellow Taoist Fang take action within a year."

Master Hu had a smile on his face again.

Ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones? That’s cheap.

Shadow Bodhisattva suffered a loss, and he wanted to double the profit from this business!

"One month, you only have one month, and I will only sell it for one month. I won't sell it for more than an hour."

Fang Chen shook his head slightly and rejected the one-year proposal.
Chapter completed!