Sanxiu put away the porcelain bowl and squinted at Luo Hong: "Shopkeeper Luo, see you another day!"

Luo Hong had already slumped on top of the chair at this time, and sweat slowly seeped from his temples. Until now, Luo Hong couldn't believe that he had just made such a ridiculous promise. He had never heard of anyone selling prehistoric antiques with the promise of authenticity and a promise to return them.

Luo Hong faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't take care of it anymore. If this porcelain bowl can't be sold, he won't even be able to pass tomorrow's level.

In any case, now that the 50,000 spirit stones are in hand, all the problems in front of him will be solved. Even if something goes wrong with this porcelain bowl, it will be a matter for the future! Besides, can a small loose cultivation still be able to reverse the sky? Luo Hong carefully stroked the five high-grade spirit stones in his hand, and his eyes flashed with light.

With money in his waist, Luo Da's shopkeeper has confidence. Recently, he has had a hard time, and naturally some people have followed him to tighten his belt. I will go back to the family tomorrow to report on my work, and I must not be left behind, and now that I have turned over, the strength of this point cannot be small.

In addition to the needs of the dots, most of the 50,000 spirit stones still have to be filled in the store's accounts, not only to make up for the shortfall, but also to set aside some profits to hand over to the family. After all, if you want to keep the position of the shopkeeper, real profits are the confidence that can seal the mouths of the people.

Luo Hong closed the shop and was busy all day before he could properly deal with a series of problems, and then the shopkeeper of Luo Da finally showed his proud true colors. Excluding the need to fill the gap and make points, there were still thousands of spirit stones in his own pocket.

Sure enough, as long as the position of the shopkeeper can be kept, there will naturally be spirit stones rolling in.

The next day, Luo Hong easily relieved the pressure of the family, and the profits handed over were also praised by the clan. Even though the business of the shop has not improved since then, he does not care very much.

Luo Hong seems to have found a shortcut to make money, as long as he gets some decent prehistoric antiques, he can naturally sell them for a large price. As for the authenticity of the antique, it is not so important, and it will definitely not be sold slowly under the name of Bi Luo Zhai. There are only a few monks who forced him to make a return guarantee like last time, and the shopkeeper Luo Da, who was almost alive, will definitely not make such a funny promise of fidelity anymore!

Early in the morning, the news broke that this month's secret auction would be held in the evening as scheduled. Shopkeeper Luo was in a happy mood, raised a batch of spirit stones, and just waited for the evening to show his skills.

Luo Hong was holding the time in the store with anticipation, but Sanxiu, who had saved the life of the shopkeeper Luo with 50,000 spirit stones last time, suddenly walked into the store.

Luo Hong raised his eyes and didn't speak, it seemed that something bad had happened, and he needed to think about how to deal with it.

"Speaking in the inner hall?" San Xiu began.

Luo Hong nodded, and led the Sanji into a quiet room.

The young man put away his cold expression from last time, and put a blue and white porcelain bowl painted with a monkey on the table with a smile on his face: "Shopkeeper Luo, please return it!"

Luo Hong frowned: "What do you mean?"

Sanxiu said: "After I went back, I tried to use the spirit gathering plate to draw out the aura in this porcelain bowl, but it didn't react in the slightest, thinking that it should be a fake." If the shopkeeper doesn't believe it, you can try it with the spirit plate, and if there is an aura, it will be counted as a gift to the shopkeeper!"

Luo Hong fiddled with the porcelain bowl to confirm that it was the one he had sold earlier.

Is it really a fake?

He definitely can't afford to return the goods, and now there is only a fraction of the 50,000 spirit stones left.

Luo Hong was a little flustered, but he had to force a calm expression, and kept thinking about his words in his heart.

After a long time, Luo Hong spoke: "This is indeed the porcelain bowl sold in my shop, but what about the fake?"

Luo Hong opened his mouth and admitted that this porcelain bowl was sold by him, in fact, it is not okay not to admit it, he bought the porcelain bowl from the auction in front of everyone, if this matter is troubled, it will definitely be impossible to hide it.

"Oh, what about fakes?" Sanxiu repeated Luo Hong's words, as if savoring them, and the expression on his face was not panicked at all. Smacking his lips, Sanxiu continued: "Shopkeeper Luo said that if this porcelain bowl is a fake, he will return the spirit stone to me at the original price!"

Luo Hong's eyes widened instantly, and he said in an exaggerated voice: "Joke! The trade of prehistoric antiques has always been that no matter whether it is real or fake, it will not be returned, and the entire cultivation world has never heard of the truth that he has asked others to return the spirit stone after he has beaten his eyes." How could I have said that I would return the original price to you?

"Yo, Shopkeeper Luo, are you going to deny it?" Sanxiu smiled playfully.

"Denial? How could I deny the name of Biluozhai for hundreds of years! But it is the Taoist friend who actually made a blackmail act in broad daylight, which is really despised!" Luo Hong had a righteous and awe-inspiring expression. Then the conversation changed:

"But I think that Daoist friends are in trouble, right? They are all fellow Daoists, and if Daoists are in urgent need of spirit stones for a while, they can lend some to Daoists in the future! 3,000 or 5,000 can be discussed. But if it's more, I can't help it!"

"Shopkeeper Luo wants to spend three or five thousand spirit stones to send me away?" San Xiu raised his eyebrows.

"I saw that Daoist friends were in trouble, but I just kindly lent you some spirit stones, and I didn't mean anything else!" Luo Hong looked directly at Sanxiu.

Sanxiu shook his head: "Shopkeeper Luo's kindness is in my heart, but I don't lack spirit stones right now!"

"Huh?" Luo Hong was startled, the direction of things seemed to deviate from his imagination, and an ominous feeling rose from his heart.

San Xiu slowly took off the shabby coat on his body, revealing the exquisite black robe he was wearing inside.

"Ahh

"I just hope that Shopkeeper Luo will be true to his word and return me 50,000 spirit stones at the original price, so that we will all save some trouble!" The black-robed deacon looked at Luo Hong calmly.

Fifty thousand spirit stones? Luo Hong was already panicked when he saw the black robe. Deacon of Qingling Sect? That is definitely not an existence that he can afford to provoke, even if he is the patriarch of the Luo family, he has to be extremely careful in the face of the black-robed deacon.

However, he couldn't take out 50,000 spirit stones anyway. There are only two paths in front of him now.

First, confess it now! Take this deacon back to the family and ask for help. Thinking that the family will definitely pinch their noses and admit this debt, and his huge Luo family can still afford to pay for 50,000 spirit stones. But his future is definitely over.

Second, there is no reason to return a fake product if you buy it anywhere. As long as you bite the bullet and don't promise to return the original price, no one has any reason to do anything to yourself! However, if you want to deal with yourself as a deacon, you don't need any reason.

Luo Hong's eyes flashed with confusion, and his voice trembled a little: "My Luo family originally belonged to the Qingling Sect, why should the deacon bother me as a small person in the family?"