"Go on,"
Lu Fei sat in the chair, leisurely sipping his tea.
"You put this slimming treasure here, and we won't sell it. We'll offer slimming services for one body part at 20,000 yuan each. We'll split the profits."
"Such a precious item, selling it all at once would be so uneconomical! Nowadays, people value being slim as a beauty standard. As long as the results are good, they're willing to pay any price. It's a profitable business!"
"I'll handle everything. You don't have to worry about anything, just collect the money! What do you think?"
Liu Fugui said all of this in one breath, looking at Lu Fei with anticipation.
Lu Fei nodded.
"It's a good idea, but this is a living creature. Living creatures have a lifespan, and I don't know how many times it can be used before it wears out."
"That's fine. We can set a daily limit, accepting a maximum of five customers, giving the treasure time to recover. This way, we can also create a sense of scarcity marketing!" Liu Fugui said enthusiastically.
"When it comes to being a shrewd businessman, you're the best, Old Liu!" Lu Fei gave him a thumbs up.
"Then I'll leave it to you. Since you're putting in more effort this time, I'll give you an extra 20%, so you get 30% and I get 70%. How about that?"
"You're a straight shooter, Brother Lu! I knew following you would be rewarding!"
Liu Fugui was overjoyed, and after a round of flattery, he immediately took the leeches and Golden Yang Water to make the arrangements.
Before long, Lu Fei saw Liu Fugui's WeChat Moments post, claiming to have a secret treasure for weight loss, and he even included photos of his belly before and after the reduction.
Surprisingly, there were quite a few people asking for advice in the comments.
Lu Fei even felt a bit sorry for the leeches.
These were once fearsome creatures that even two people in the mountains would dread, and now they had been reduced to working for an unscrupulous businessman.
He really should have called Jing Jian to show him what kind of fool would be fond of such an evil creature.
Afterwards.
Lu Fei cleaned up the shop inside and out.
Since he had been away for a few days, everything was covered in a layer of dust.
When Hu Zi was around, Lu Fei didn't need to deal with these trivial matters himself.
"In a few days, Hu Zi should be able to come back."
After finishing his work, Lu Fei threw down the cloth, sat down, and made a pot of tea, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.
Soon, Duan Tiankui sent someone to deliver the payment and gifts.
Lu Fei did not accept them.
Although there was no dragon breath elderberry at Baylong Mountain in the first place, he still felt it was inappropriate to accept money after failing to get the task done for Old Master He, who had returned empty-handed while he himself had gained much.
"Please tell Grandpa Duan and Old Master He that I will pay more attention in the future to any evil objects similar to the elderberry."
After sending off the messenger, Lu Fei saw that it was about time, so he prepared to close up shop and take the little black dog out for a good meal.
While he was tidying up, someone walked into Sinisterium Pawnshop.
"Manager Lu."
This voice was very familiar.
Lu Fei turned around and saw an unexpected figure.
The figure was tall and strong, with a resolute and stern expression, exuding an unapproachable and unfriendly aura.
"Long?"
Lu Fei was very surprised.
Wasn't this the bodyguard of Chen Jinfɑ?
"What, does Brother Fa have something for me?"
"Not Brother Fa, it's me who needs a favor. I hope I'm not disturbing Manager Lu." Long said politely.
"No disturbance at all, please have a seat." Only then did Lu Fei notice that there was someone following Long.
The person was a few years younger than Long, and their appearance and demeanor were completely different.
He had blond hair, a Hawaiian shirt, flip-flops, and a few metal chains hanging around his neck.
Sleazy.
"A Long, we're old acquaintances. Just tell me what's on your mind." Lu Fei made a cup of tea and handed it over.
"Manager Lu, this is my friend. He's run into some trouble. After thinking about it, I realized you were the only one who could help."
A Long was straightforward by nature, preferring to get straight to the point rather than engage in small talk.
"What kind of trouble?" Lu Fei glanced at Huang Mao.
This guy was skinny like a monkey, hunched over, with a sallow complexion, dark circles under his eyes, and a face that spoke of kidney deficiency.
"Monkey, take off your clothes for Manager Lu to have a look." A Long turned to look at Huang Mao.
"Such a shabby shop, such a young guy, can he really be reliable?" Huang Mao looked around the old shop and then at Lu Fei, his face full of suspicion and disdain.
"If you don't believe it, you can leave now!" A Long said coldly.
"Alright, alright, I'll take it off! I'm only here because of you. We've been friends since childhood, so I have to give you face, even if I don't care about others!"
Knowing that Along was not someone who joked around, Huang Mao added to his own statement, took off his flower shirt, and revealed his bony back.
"Mr. Lu, please," Along nodded to Lu Fei.
Lu Fei looked over, and his eyebrows couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Huang Mao's back was covered with a large tattoo, almost occupying his entire back.
It was not an ordinary tattoo of a blue dragon or white tiger.
Instead, it was five vicious-looking ghosts.
The five ghosts were arranged in a circle, happily carrying a coffin, with the word 'wealth' written in large characters at the head of the coffin.
"Five Ghosts Transporting Wealth!" Lu Fei said.
"Oh, you know this! This is the Five Ghosts Transporting Wealth tattoo," Huang Mao put on his shirt and looked at Lu Fei with some surprise.
"Friend, why would you get such a tattoo?" Lu Fei curiously looked at Huang Mao.
Tattoos have many taboos and requirements.
If done well, they can bring benefits to a person, but if not, they naturally bring misfortune.
For example, the most famous Guan Gong image, if the person with the tattoo cannot bear it, this person will inevitably suffer many calamities.
Moreover, an image of Buddha must be tattooed in a clean place and not on the chest; otherwise, it is disrespectful.
But these still fall within the realm of ordinary tattoos. Ghost tattoos are different, with more requirements, and most people do not have the courage to get them.
"Of course, it's for making money!" Huang Mao said matter-of-factly.
"Ever since I got this Five Ghosts Fortune tattoo, my luck has been incredible. I always win the lottery, and I always win at cards! Even when I go out, I find money on the ground!"
"Such a powerful tattoo, can you really handle it?" Lu Fei said with a faint smile.
"What's there to not handle? I've had a tough life since I was young, and when I was on the streets, I could take on ten people without flinching. This little tattoo is nothing..." Huang Mao patted his chest.
A Long gave him a stern look: "Tell the truth if you don't want to die!"
"Speaking of which....there have indeed been some minor troubles recently." Huang Mao said with a forced smile, changing his tone.
"Lately, I keep feeling that both of my shoulders are heavy, as if something is pressing down on them. After a long time, they become sore and painful, and I can't even straighten my back. I get so tired every day even when I do nothing."
"Being pressed down by five ghosts, no wonder you are so exhausted." Lu Fei shook his head.
"What?" Huang Mao's eyes widened, "But aren't these five ghosts supposed to bring me wealth? How could they be pressing down on me!"
"Friend, didn't you know there are taboos about tattoos?" Lu Fei was somewhat speechless.
"As the saying goes, the dragon should not cross the shoulder, and the tiger should not descend from the mountain. Guanyin with closed eyes does not save the world, and Guan Gong with open eyes must kill."
"Do not tattoo a bloodthirsty wolf, for a lone wolf with blood means the family will perish! A pack of wolves that are not fierce cannot hold up, and the loss of hands or feet shortens one's life."
"All tattoos have their rules, and this is especially true for ghost tattoos."
Huang Mao was taken aback, his gaze at Lu Fei shifting from contempt to half-belief and half-doubt.
"So, what are the rules for my Five Ghosts Bringing Wealth tattoo?"