Several players came in front of Yinhutou.
He raised his head and heard a laugh from under the silver pot:
"Welcome, warriors from other places. Would you like two jars? They only cost ten gold pounds each. It's definitely worth the money!"
"Then give me two jars , and here are twenty pounds."
The player who came to open the can handed over a small bag of gold coins, then rubbed his hands expectantly.
"Would you like to choose it yourself, or should I help you?"
Chen Lun smiled, stretched out his hand to signal, then hugged his elbows and looked at the other person with interest.
"Um……"
The player hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath.
"I can do it myself!"
He immediately clicked on the large jar on the far left and the small jar on the far right.
Chen Lun handed the other party a small gavel.
"please."
"You must give me some weird stuff! Extraordinary knowledge is also good!"
The player muttered to himself, then picked up the gavel and smashed the two jars.
Bang! Bang!
A tiny blade fell out of the first large jar, and a mechanical glove fell out of the other jar.
"Oh my god! What a loss!"
The player's gavel hand was shaking and he wailed on the spot.
Reluctantly, he bent down and picked up the two things, and suddenly his whole body was shocked.
"Strange...strange thing?!"
The player exclaimed, holding up the blade in his hand and showing off to his friends around him.
One of the companions took it, looked at it, and a strange expression appeared on his face.
"[D-level weirdo - Happy Blade]? It can cause double damage to the weak points of male creatures, and has a high probability of causing the 'herb-picking' effect, which can cut off the biological tissue at the weak points of the creatures and automatically turn them into medicinal materials... The price is, ahem, it's a bit expensive. Who dares to use it?"
"You're so stupid. Why not just give it to female players? This is like getting something for free."
"Damn! You're really smart!"
This group of players left happily, and then another group came.
And more and more players recognized "Silver Pot Knight Fren", and some even called their friends to join them. Chen Lun was very happy about this, and he slowly took out two new pots from the Blood Poetry Ring and added them to the carpet.
"Come on, come on, make money with money! Pick one and take a look, there's definitely no vacancy!"
Chen Lun started hawking his wares again.
The players who interacted with him this time were from the Lost Name Guild, a group of five. The leader examined the jar on the ground, then squatted down, looked directly at Chen Lun, and said with a smile:
"Knight Fren, have these jars of yours ever been to college?"
“…”
Chen Lun stared at the guy for a few seconds, then picked up a weed from under the street light and played with it in his hand.
"Is this jar male or female? If it's female, I'll buy it."
The player picked up a jar and laughed.
Chen Lun ignored him and thought about it. He roughly figured out what this guy was doing... He was probably shooting some boring videos and then posting them on the game forum to attract traffic.
By then, the title will probably be something like "In three sentences, I made the Knight of the Silver Pot knock fifty jars for me."
"If I buy this jar and put it on my head, will I become as strong as you?"
The player persisted and continued asking with a grin.
Chen Lun watched as more and more players gathered together, and felt that this guy was disturbing his business, so he leaned forward, stretched out his hand and flicked him on the forehead.
"Naughty."
BANG!!
The player didn't even scream, and simply turned into a beam of white light and disappeared.
His companions from the Lost Name Guild took two steps back in fear. No one expected that this NPC would actually kill someone instantly.
"Don't miss it if you pass by! They're selling jars!"
Chen Lun caught the can that fell from mid-air and continued shouting as if nothing had happened.
The guys in front were immediately pushed aside by the players behind them.
"Mr. Fren! I...we are your admirers! Please give us ten jars, selected by you personally!"
Several female players of Little Silver Fox finally squeezed in front of him and spoke a little nervously.
Chen Lun looked up at them, a little surprised.
He quickly remembered that when he was promoted to a magician, the historical direction of a player seemed to have been changed. The "Little Wild Chrysanthemum" that was supposed to appear turned into the "Little Silver Fox".
The guild leader, Qingtian Xiaoyu, had no reputation in his previous life, but now he was known by many players, and a big part of the reason was because of himself.
"Of course."
Chen Lun smiled warmly, then picked out ten jars seemingly at random.
In fact, most of these jars contain strange objects.
After all, they are a group of fans who admire me, so it's only natural to give them a little care.
"Thanks!"
The little silver fox's female fan took the gavel and cracked the jars open one by one. Her companions put the things away and then screamed with excitement.
"Ah—five weird things! We're rich!"
Several little girls were holding the objects in their hands, chattering and looking very happy.
The players around couldn't help but gasp, this delivery rate is too damn high!
No, just seeing this makes me want to rush in now!
"Thank you, Mr. Fren!"
The girls quickly expressed their gratitude.
"Why thank me? You guys are really lucky."
Chen Lun laughed and waved his hand.
The girls did not forget to take pictures. They took several pictures while Chen Lun was "not paying attention" and then left satisfied.
As soon as the players behind saw them leave, they immediately rushed forward, clamoring to open the cans.
Chen Lun did not comment and happily traded with them.
A few hours later.
All the cans on the carpet in front of him were sold out. Chen Lun patted his butt, stood up, rolled up the blanket, and left .
The players who were still gathered here were dumbfounded.
"Knight Fren, why are you leaving?!"
"Don't go, Knight Fren! We haven't opened the jar yet!"
"Let me open five more, please, no, just one, just one!"
The players cried out for help, but Chen Lun turned a deaf ear and just waved his hand.
"Today's jars are sold out. Come back next time."
"When is the next time?"
"have no idea."
Chen Lun stopped and shrugged.
"Let it be... Ahahaha, fellow warriors from other places, I wish you great fortune."
After saying that, he took a step forward and disappeared on the spot.
Those players who have not yet satisfied their craving for gambling and those who have become addicted to gambling are left lying in a mess.
Chen Lun appeared from the other side of the commercial street, removed his disguise, and then strode back wearing a black hat and holding a silver cane.
He was in a good mood and whistled.
A total of more than four hundred jars were sold today, clearing out all the accumulated "junk" monsters.
Judging from the ten to one shipment rate, he is already very conscientious.
The turnover was over 4,000 gold pounds, which can be said to be a great harvest. I don’t know whether it was a loss or not, but it was all profit anyway.
'With over 60,000 gold pounds, it's time to go to the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce to place another order and purchase more extraordinary materials and mysterious books.'
Chen Lun thought to himself.
When passing a main street, he suddenly noticed that the walls on the street were covered with brand new advertising posters and some huge banners.
"Jack Circus! Come to the 'City Garden' Theatre! Enjoy your custom made excitement !"
"An unprecedented performance! Your jaw will drop! November 1st at 10am, please stay tuned!"
“The greatest magic show ever, right here at the City Garden Theatre!”
Chen Lun looked at these exaggerated slogans and the exquisite patterns on them, and couldn't help but smile and shook his head.
"Hoyle is willing to spend money. This kind of large-scale publicity and promotion will cost a lot of money..."
He also spotted several men standing on the street handing out leaflets. They were wearing overalls and berets, looking very capable.
These salesmen are still shouting:
"Come and have a look, next weekend at the City Garden Theatre, you only need ten silver jackpots to watch an unprecedented and exciting performance!"
"Hold the limited numbered card at the end of the flyer and you can get a silver medal discount!"
Chen Lun passed by these salesmen and took a flyer.
But what made him frown was that the words used seemed too exaggerated, and even seemed to be deliberately intended to incite hatred.
For example, the performances of the Tartar and Golden Rum Grand Theater are just a bunch of shit compared to this. A certain noble lady had a big fight with her husband to watch this show. A certain president had an argument with the boss of another company to buy tickets, and so on.
At this time, there was another shout from behind:
"It's a magic show that even Viscount Harrington would be full of praise for! The general manager of Moses Sailing even spent a lot of money to buy a first-class seat just to watch the magic show up close! Aren't you curious?"
Chen Lun stopped, lowered his eyes and frowned slightly.
If the flyer in his hand simply used overly exaggerated words, it would be understandable, but the words of the salesman behind him were obviously problematic.
Involving the two most powerful people in the city, it seems like it was intentional.
He silently said:
"The people who promote the 'City Garden' theatre have bad intentions."
With a wave of his hand, a king appeared between his fingers, giving a positive indication.
He immediately raised his eyebrows.
After a while.
A salesman was shouting until his mouth was dry, so he said goodbye to his companion and went to the grocery store to buy a bottle of soda. When he passed by a small alley, he suddenly heard a small whistle.
Then the salesman stopped and walked into the alley in a daze.
After a moment.
He came out again, looking somewhat puzzled, and left.
Chen Lun stood in the darkness of the alley, recalling the information he had just received from the hypnotized salesman.
"So the people behind this were Hoyle's two brothers. Was it because of the internal struggle within the business family? "
He shook his head, bored.
'Make the performance known to everyone, even deliberately involve the Harrington family and Moses Voyage... flatter the performance, and then bribe the rest of the performance group to tamper with the stage and props, so that everything Hoyle has painstakingly prepared becomes a joke and never recovers?'
Chen Lun grinned.
"I'm so sorry, I can't let you ruin my business."