Chapter 44 - Why Don't You Go to Heaven
Chapter 44: Why Don’t You Go to Heaven
“Why are you running, come back here! I’ve bought all the medicine in Baibao Pavilion. If you want, you can buy each bottle for 3,000 gold coins. Each person is limited to 10 bottles!”
Yelling loudly, Feng Yunyi took out 300 bottles of medicines of different colors from his Space Ring, and directly snatched the Su Family’s business.
He had actually bought all the medicines, and was selling them at a high price in front of her.
Jun Mohuang was also left a little speechless. It was obvious that the Sixth Prince was smart and very good at seizing opportunities.
“Sixth Prince, give me 10 bottles!”
“Me too!”
Even if the price was raised to 3,000 gold coins per bottle, it didn’t stop their enthusiasm.
“Sixth Prince, this is the Su Family’s shop. If you want to sell medicine, please go somewhere else.”
No matter how kind Su Zhiyu pretended to be, she couldn’t help but flare up at this moment.
“Don’t be so stingy, Miss Su. No one will buy your pills anyways. Why don’t you just lend me your spot?”
Feng Yunqi was busy selling medicine and happily collecting gold coins.
Su Zhiyu’s expression turned green upon hearing this.
“Isn’t Miss Su a goddess sent down from the heavens? You might as well give the unsellable pills to the poor to thank them for defending you. I believe the beautiful, kind, and noble Miss Su wouldn’t refuse.”
Jun Mohuang smirked, and her beautiful eyes lit up. In the blink of an eye, she once again put Su Zhiyu in a difficult spot.
“Yes, Miss Su. Your pills are unsellable now. You might as well give it to us.”
People were insatiable. If they could get a pill worth at least 5,000 gold coins for free, of course they wanted another.
Su Zhiyu was so furious she wanted to smash the table, but she couldn’t refuse. Otherwise, she would be openly admitting that she wasn’t beautiful, kind, and noble.
She bit the bullet and handed out the pills to the poor.
It was alright. If the young man knew of what happened today, he would still be touched by her kindness.
Su Zhiyu had to comfort herself like this.
In a teahouse somewhere in the Ghost Market.
“Miss Jun, I made a profit of 900,000 gold coins from selling the medicine. I’ll give it all to you.”
Feng Yunqi piled a bunch of gold coins in front of her excitedly.
“Nothing but courtesy, you’re just currying favor with me. Fine, Sixth Prince, what do you want?”
Jun Mohuang didn’t pick up the pile of gold coins.
Along with the last auction, this was the second time Feng Yunqi had helped her deal with Su Zhiyu. He had to want something.
“Miss Jun, I want you to become my boss. This is just a protection fee.”
Feng Yunqi put away his usual carefree smile and looked serious.
“Do you have a fever? Who doesn’t know I’m trash?”
Jun Mohuang sized him up as if he was mentally retarded.
Her meridians and vital energy had been severely injured. After regenerating her cultivation, her body would hide it on purpose for self-protection.
The Sixth Prince couldn’t see this with the strength of a fifth-level in the spiritual realm.
The only explanation was that he found this teasing exciting.
“Boss, you must be afraid that I’ll only weigh you down.
“Boss, I’m very useful. I can run errands, sing songs, climb trees, catch birds, curse at people, and even fight. I’m rich and carefree, handsome and charismatic…”
Feng Yunqi persevered in selling himself. He spat out self-compliments incessantly and hyped himself up.
“Fine, since you’re so powerful, you can go to heaven. Why bother recognizing me as your boss?”
Jun Mohuang quickly interrupted his boasting.