Chapter 196: Chapter 102: Three Lifesaving Items, Precision Appraisal (5k, extra)_2
She still couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.
Uncle Meng’s vehicle and boxes got stolen?
Wen Yan shot Zhuge Wanjun a sidelong glance; he could tell what she was thinking right away.
"I didn’t steal these, he died at the time, so I just picked them up.
Then, after he revived, he wanted them back for free, barged in here—where would you find such a sweet deal these days?
I don’t have any use for these things anyway, and can’t even open them. Could you help draw up a contract, I’ll sign it with him."
Also, what do you think of the terms?"
"You really are going all in; life-saving stuff is always the most precious, no one ever sells it." Zhuge Wanjun said honestly.
"Good, then add all the other trade terms too.
When I buy from him, it’ll be a fixed low price, if he can accept it, he’s not allowed to haggle.
And if I sell things to him, he can’t try to scam me either. I’ll name a price, if he can accept it, he can’t lowball me."
"That’s it?" Zhuge Wanjun was a bit puzzled.
"I’m not expecting every future deal with him to be at a loss. You can’t run a business if you lose money every time. I just want to make sure he doesn’t cheat me, that’s all."
"Got it." Zhuge Wanjun nodded and started drafting the contract, pen flying over the paper.
Two copies made, and once finished, Zhuge Wanjun went out with Wen Yan.
Looking at that Four-eyed Mole Cricket, Wen Yan’s mind turned.
"Go get on the tricycle."
"Really?" Four-eyed Mole Cricket’s eyes lit up.
"Really. You ride it and follow us."
All the way, they arrived at the north side of the villa district, by the iron fence wall.
Old Meng was sitting outside the wall, and when he saw Zhuge Wanjun, he couldn’t help but sigh—what a small world.
"Uncle Meng, when did you come over here again?"
"Just arrived. Felt like there was something worth buying over here, so I came. Ah, never mind, not worth talking about."
"Uncle Meng, take a look at the contract—any issues?"
Old Meng looked it over carefully, and did notice a few small loopholes, but since they were willing to return things, that was good enough—not worth fussing over.
As for the additional trade clauses, he didn’t mind; just basic anti-fraud terms, and as long as they weren’t targeted at him, he could accept them.
Under Zhuge Wanjun’s witness, the two simply and neatly signed the contract.
Wen Yan shot a look at Four-eyed Mole Cricket behind him, who happily stuck out his tongue and pedaled the tricycle over.
"Get off." Old Meng said darkly, telling Four-eyed Mole Cricket to get down.
Four-eyed Mole Cricket giggled foolishly, saying,
"He said I could ride it."
Old Meng, face black, didn’t say another word.
Because even if Wen Yan returned the vehicle to him, Wen Yan still held partial ownership—something no one could change.
As long as Wen Yan didn’t object to someone riding it right in front of him, it wouldn’t matter if it was a dog or whoever else.
Old Meng knew too—his old buddy here had been eyeing the vehicle for ages. Today, he finally got his wish.
This was also a bit of a threat—if he didn’t let the dog ride, it would blab to Wen Yan that Wen Yan’s share of the ownership couldn’t be erased. Even if Wen Yan wanted to give it away, it wouldn’t work.
Old Meng said nothing, just opened the box and took out three containers.
In one, there was a slim, tiny piece of wild ginseng; in one, a wax-sealed pill. In a wooden case, there was a talisman sealed inside a Jade Box.
Old Meng handed the three items to Wen Yan and gave a reminder.
"Nothing much to say about the other two, but this wild ginseng is something else. It’s highly spiritual, it’s even burrowed away into the earth before.
This part is actually a lure it left behind after burrowing underground, something it turned itself into.
It’s extremely spiritual, with very strong medicinal properties; unless it’s a life-or-death situation, absolutely do not eat it recklessly.
If a healthy person eats it, it’s possible the tonic effect could cause harm."
"Thanks for the heads up."
Wen Yan glanced at the freshly made little path by the wall and asked curiously,
"How did you do this?"
Old Meng pulled out something that looked like a fire poker.
"I got this from a Foreigner in a trade. There’s a Path-Opening Curse carved on it, but honestly, it’s not that great—only really works in ordinary places like this, just a little trinket. I’ll give it to you as a freebie."
Old Meng casually shoved the fire poker to Wen Yan.
"It’s simple to use, just recite the spell inscribed on it. You can use it three times a day. Restoring the original state doesn’t count as a use. If you leave it alone, it will revert by itself in at most an hour."
If it weren’t for the Path-Opening Curse being able to open up the fence directly and create a path, he never would’ve thought this was just an ordinary neighborhood.
Really, aside from him getting a bit carried away, the main issue was being scammed by this magic wand; he never wanted it to begin with and definitely won’t use this sort of thing again.
"Thanks." Wen Yan cupped his hands respectfuly. He did have to admire Old Meng a bit—having been hanged to death once, wasted a Resurrection Cross, and could still stay this calm.
If it were someone else, it would probably end with one side dying for good.
Merchants really do think differently from normal folks.
"I’ve got some stuff—could you help appraise it?"
"Bring it here, let me have a look."
Wen Yan took out the things he’d collected these days—from Ghost Bone, to a Green-Haired Zombie’s claw, and just recently, he had found two Millet Gold Grains.
"Evil Ghost’s Ghost Bone—good quality. Scorching Sun Department offers a high price for these, kind of a high-grade consumable, supply never meets demand, take as many as you’ve got.
For this, one piece gets you three small yellow fish, I can buy them.
A Green-Haired Zombie’s claw—grind it up to use as a medicinal primer. So long as you’re not dealing with a Flying Zombie that’s a specialist in Corpse Poison, any lesser corpse poison can be cured when mixed with other medicinal ingredients.