evil tycoon

Exorcising evil spirits and warding off evil influences?

Han Ping'an was startled; the meaning behind those four words was far from simple.

Exorcising evil spirits and warding off evil is a powerful remedy; even if one doesn't use it personally, there's no worry about finding a market for it.

Some wealthy families in the city need it, and shopkeepers on the street also want it.

The purchase price for these pine needles is 3 qian per jin.

One or three dozen copper coins.

After being processed and dried in the shop, the pine needles become the finished product. The processing also requires adding some ingredients, which is a skilled job. The finished product weighs one tael and two mace.

To be honest, it's extremely profitable.

But in technical jobs, few can compete with this business.

The grocery store caters to mostly regular customers.

A few pine needles, a stick of incense.

If it can really ward off evil spirits, selling it for three or five taels of silver shouldn't be a problem, right?

hiss!

After a quick calculation, Han Pingan couldn't help but lick his lips; the profits were outrageous.

Take your time.

He quickly put down the panel and started calculating the accounts for Gao Hong.

The purchase price is three qian per jin, so twenty-three jin and six liang is eight liang and seven qian.

After paying the bill, Gao Hong left with his empty basket without staying long.

No sooner had the first person left than another person walked into the shop.

"Ping An, I just saw the Gao family's kid coming over, hey."

The visitor was the owner of a paper money shop on the street, known as Old Jin.

This is also a regular customer of the pine needle shop.

  

"Uncle Jin, these are all new and haven't been prepared yet. I'm afraid you can't handle the taste of something new, Uncle Jin."

Han Ping'an smiled and said, "But we still have some in stock. Do you want to keep the stock or wait a couple more days until it's ready to get fresh?"

"Give me two ounces of my stock first, and it has to be your pine needles that are potent; nothing else will do," Old Jin said with a laugh, patting his round belly.

"Okay, Uncle Jin, please wait a moment."

Han Pingan ran to the back and took a jar from the dry cabinet.

After pouring out two ounces, weighing them, wrapping them in paper, and handing them to Lao Jin.

Income of four coins.

"Take care, Uncle Jin."

After seeing Lao Jin off, Han Ping'an stared at the more than 20 kilograms of pine needles in front of him and fell into deep thought.

The account must be recorded, but this small amount can be waived.

Apply one pound and six ounces.

Twenty-three jin and twenty-two jin are basically the same, and even this number is much more than last time. Gao Hong only comes once every one or two months, so it won't arouse suspicion.

He paid the difference of 1.6 jin himself according to the purchase price, which was less than 5 qian.

I have enough money left.

We can make a total of sixteen incense sticks. Let's start with six to test the waters.

One root contains nineteen drops of blood. To be honest, with the help of herbal medicine and martial arts practice, you can replenish six roots in a day.

If it succeeds, the price could be several times higher when it's sold.

Thinking about the nine taels he still had, although it was a lot, as his cultivation progressed and he needed to spend more money, he was determined to earn more.

We must not let any opportunity or connection slip by.

"After casting the incense and candles... let me think."

The beginning is easy to handle; the key lies in the end.

Han Ping'an frowned slightly. He had two choices: one was to pretend to be someone else and sell it to a general store, then let Ming Ge and Uncle Ping'an judge it, and then sell it.

However, the price they can sell to grocery stores cannot be too high.

Either find potential customers.

The neighbors are a good match, and they trust the grocery store, but if he goes there on his own, he might accidentally let something slip later.

"Forget it, I'll just earn less."

"Ming-ge and Uncle Ping'an have treated me well."

After much deliberation, Han Ping'an ultimately chose the first option.

It's safer and there are no worries about the future.

"Give me one first."

"Casting".

Nineteen drops of blood were drawn.

A thin incense stick, about ten centimeters long, appeared out of thin air.

Pine needle incense, when lit, can calm the mind, ward off evil spirits, and suppress negative energy.

Upon closer inspection, apart from its pale blue color, it is no different from other fragrances.

If you bring it close to your nose and sniff it lightly, you can smell a distinct pine resin aroma.

Taking a deep breath, Han Ping'an felt his mind become much clearer.

It's really impossible to judge much from appearances alone.

However, it's difficult to directly and objectively prove the idea of ​​exorcising evil spirits and suppressing malevolent forces.

But products made by Mingding are absolutely genuine.

Han Ping'an thought for a moment, then smiled.

"Two ounces per piece."

"A masked man came to sell, and he even brought a small, ferocious beast with him. When the man lit incense and candles, the beast was terrified and retreated."

"Sixteen pieces would weigh thirty-two ounces."

hiss!

Han Ping'an clicked his tongue; this was no small sum.

However, isn't two ounces too cheap?

After hesitating for a while, Han Ping'an gritted his teeth and decided that since it was made by the Life Cauldron, he could easily sell it for four or five taels of silver.

Although pine needles are worthless, I still bled a lot.

That guy was very firm in his stance; he wouldn't sell it for less than the asking price.

If there are no problems, pine needles are easy to get.

Most pharmacies outside sell them, and even though the finished product is a bit more expensive, it's negligible compared to the fact that an ounce of pine needles costs three ounces of silver.

That's what we did.

"Uncle Ping An, you can't blame me. Things are valued for their rarity, and no one else can make this."

A thought fell.

His mind raced.

Swish swish! !

All the pine needles I had on hand disappeared.

In its place were sixteen pine needle incense sticks.

A total of 304 drops of blood were drawn.

Han Ping'an swayed, feeling slightly dizzy.

Although I recovered quickly, I could still clearly feel a sense of weakness.

Looking at the panel, the lifespan remained unchanged.

Three hundred drops of blood obviously won't affect lifespan.

"Three hundred drops of this kind of weakness isn't too severe. With some herbal medicine and martial arts training, you can recover in less than a day."

"Of the three factors—blood, essence, and lifespan—from young to old, the depletion of vital energy is likely to be much more severe."

The strength of one's martial arts training is also related to one's vital energy.

After this battle, Han Ping'an had a general reference point.

Then comes withdrawing money and recording the transactions.

As for himself, he spent four qian and eighty copper coins and earned forty-eight taels.

Tsk.

This money came so fast.

Once you have money, you have to spend it.

Han Pingan took out a list from the cabinet and looked at it carefully.

The grocery store has two lists, one public and one private.

There were too many things to recall in detail, even those he had handled.

Furthermore, there are some things that would cause trouble if exposed to light that would not be recorded.

"The medicine section mainly consists of ointments for healing injuries and detoxification... Martial arts?"

"Huh, the Bone-Melting Palm technique is related to Yin. Wait, no, it actually requires the incorporation of several poisons."

Han Ping'an's bright eyes quickly returned to normal, and he continued reading.

At one point, his eyes suddenly lit up completely.

Yin Wind Mysterious Palm.

It gathers yin energy and nourishes evil spirits, eroding qi, blood, muscles, and bones. Once mastered, it also brings yin energy impact. Those with insufficient strength are extremely difficult to expel it, causing damage to the body and its roots.

It doesn't require any evil or poisonous substances.

It is it.

If it's something like medicine, you have to pay for it.

But he doesn't need to spend money on martial arts techniques.

Putting away the booklet, Han Ping'an ran to a room in the backyard and easily found a box.

Upon opening it, one would find stacks of booklets inside, all of them martial arts manuals.

There are ordinary items here, some quite profound ones, and a few techniques from certain martial arts schools or families. Although they are not considered profound, they are not easily obtained by outsiders. Of course, they are all obtained illegally, and if people find out, trouble will come knocking.

All I can say is that Gu Ping'an's approach is quite unconventional.

He found the Yin Wind Mystic Palm and carefully examined it.