Celestial Immortal

  Chapter 323 A lucrative business

  As we approached Yunwu Ghost Market, more and more people went to the market on the mountain path.

  The old man transformed by Chu Chen mingled with the crowd and poured into a cave.

  The cave is a large natural karst cave. The cave is colorful, and there are many casinos, pawnshops, and money houses, which are quite lively.

   It was the first time for the group of four to come to this kind of underground market. No one knew which one had a good reputation. They all stared at each other, not knowing what to do.

   "Two old men, where should we go?"

   The young scholar asked Chu Chen and the Qianshou old man to ask the two elders to make up their minds.

   The Qianshou old man hesitated, unable to make up his mind.

  Chu Chen saw this and said casually: "Just pick one, the world is as dark as crows, whichever one you choose is the same!"

  The old, middle-aged and young people nodded when they heard the words.

   Indeed, everyone knows that this bazaar is a fire pit, jumping into any pit is not knocking the bones and sucking the marrow, peeling the skin and cramping, the result is the same.

   Soon, the group randomly entered a shop called "Ruyi Bank".

   As soon as he entered the bank, there was a well-mannered shopkeeper in a Confucian robe who received the four of them.

   "Dear guests, are you taking a loan or a pawn? The store can satisfy you all."

  The old, middle-aged and young people were a little reserved, at a loss, and froze in place.

  Chu Chen calmly said:

   "The shopkeeper, how to borrow money? How to mortgage the pawn?"

   The shopkeeper explained with a smile:

   "Our stores in the cloudy black market are no better than other places."

"Take loan as an example, our Ruyi shop lends you money and silk, you only need to pay off the principal, and the interest we want is different, as long as you sign a contract document and promise to worship a certain deity during the debt repayment period. , pray sincerely every day.”

   Hearing that you only need to repay the principal and no interest, the old, middle-aged and young people suddenly lit up.

  This seems to be much more reliable than the donkeys rolling around outside.

  The old, middle-aged and young people were delighted and seemed to see hope.

   But Chu Chen muttered in his heart, and vaguely guessed the operation mode of "Black Mist Ghost City".

   Loan the worldly wealth to ordinary people, sign contracts with the worldly people to "offer prayers", and then resell the contract documents to ghosts and even evil spirits in exchange for jade money, heaven and earth treasures and so on.

   To put it bluntly, this is "arbitrage".

   Arbitrage the worldly yellow and white copper coins into "jade money" and "natural treasures" through the common people.

  This world is a two-track parallel world.

   For the demon monks, the yellow and white copper coins in the mundane world are not worth mentioning and have little value.

   Doing this transaction is a non-capital transaction, with extremely low risk and huge returns.

   It is much better and smarter than the demons robbing people everywhere, and then being wanted by the Department of Ghosts and Gods in Xianting.

   For a while, a black chain of interests slowly emerged in Chu Chen's mind.

   "What about the pawn?"

   This time, without Chu Chen speaking, the young scholar hurriedly asked.

   The shopkeeper of the bank said calmly:

   "Pawns are the same as outside, there are life and death, but the rules here are different. We don't accept vulgar things, and mortgages are relatively rare."

   The middle-aged gambler became interested and asked:

   "What kind of strange method? We are penniless and can't get anything to mortgage. My property and house have been mortgaged, and there is no mortgage at all."

   The shopkeeper of the Qianzhuang shook his head with a strange smile on his face:

"No, no, you live and jumping, how can you say that you have nothing in your body, you have to know that the most precious thing in the world is your health, no disaster or disaster, in our opinion, each of you is worth a lot of money , it depends on your reluctance to mortgage it out."

   "Shouyuan, good fortune, essence of life, etc., can all be used as collateral."

   "If you live your life, the guest needs to repay the principal and interest, pay it off within the time limit, and the mortgage will be returned to you."

   "It's easy to die, you pay with one hand and the other hand, and the payment for the goods is clear, and you can leave after taking the money."

   The shopkeeper's words were light, as if gossip was commonplace.

  The old, middle-aged and young people got goosebumps and felt sick all over when they heard it.

   However, they had understood before they came, and with a little psychological preparation, they didn't react much on the surface, and they seemed to have accepted the arrangement of fate.

   Who doesn't know that good health and no disasters are their most precious wealth.

   However, knowing is knowing.

   Who doesn't work all day long for silver coins?

   Knowing that you are tired and hurting your body, you have no choice.

  Chu Chen silently listened to the story of the shopkeeper of Qianzhuang, and shuddered in his heart.

   In the calm words of the shopkeeper of the bank, he heard two ferocious and twisted words.

   "The shopkeeper, I'm taking a loan, and I'll borrow fifty thousand dollars from your bank!"

  Young scholars are quick to accept new things and ask questions quickly.

   The shopkeeper of the Qianzhuang looked at the young scholar, looking up and down, his face showed a look of surprise:

   "You have a sense of style and a little cultivation, but you are a scholar of Confucianism?"

   "Exactly!"

   "Yes, yes, our bank likes scholars. You may need to borrow a little more. We do not charge interest, and there is no repayment period. You might as well borrow a little more."

   "Really?"

  The young scholar was overjoyed when he heard the words, thinking that he would redeem himself for his sweetheart, and he would have to live in the future, so he borrowed three hundred pieces of money.

   Soon, the young scholar signed a contract with the bank manager.

   With the young people as role models, the Qianshou old man was also moved, and he also borrowed 300 tons of money from the shopkeeper of the bank.

  This time, the result was not so smooth.

  The shopkeeper of the Qianzhuang disliked the old man who was old and frail, and was just an ordinary peasant. He did not agree to lend directly, but put forward an additional request, that is, his son must also sign the contract.

   During the repayment period, if the Qianshou old man accidentally died, his grandson had to inherit the debt and continue to sign the "contract instrument".

   Qianshou old man Nunuzui hesitated for a while, but finally agreed.

  Chu Chen listened, and it was a shock.

   Good guy, this is the 18th loan of our ancestors!

   The father's debt is repaid by the son, the son's debt is repaid by the grandson, and the children and grandchildren are endless!

   Soon, it was the turn of the middle-aged gambler.

  The middle-aged gambler has a great appetite, and he can get 2,000 kuai when he opens his mouth.

   But unfortunately, his loan was not received.

   On the contrary, you can mortgage lifespan, life essence, essence and the like.

   The shopkeeper of the bank gave a careful look at the middle-aged gambler and was about to speak.

   Outside the bank, a voice sounded in everyone's ears.

   "You have mortgaged your whole person, and you can't make two thousand dollars. You should go to the casino and try your luck!"

   Everyone looked at the sound, and a middle-aged man in a white Confucian shirt appeared out of thin air in the bank.

   When the shopkeeper of the bank saw the person who came, he respectfully said:

   "I have seen the owner of the shop!"

   The middle-aged Confucian Shirt Workshop owner waved his hand, but ignored the shopkeeper of the bank and the three old, middle-aged and young people. A pair of sharp eyes fell on Chu Chen, and he looked vigilant:

   "I don't know how holy your Excellency is. Why do you come to my ghost market? I'm afraid it's not right for you to come here without telling me?"

   (end of this chapter)