Evil Master and Disciple

Considering that he was not a good person and his sins were much greater than those of these playboy disciples, Ye Feng did not stand on the moral high ground and ruthlessly criticize these people for stealing swords from the sword tomb, nor did he ask each of these guys to write a soul-touching review of more than 10,000 words.

He said to the crowd, "I say... is this how you distribute your goods? Look at you guys, are you going to steal elixirs from the herb garden tomorrow, and take away newborn tiger cubs from the zoo the day after tomorrow?"

Ye Feng was just joking, but he didn't expect these people to immediately praise Ye Feng for his sharp eyesight, extraordinary intelligence, and the fact that great minds always coincide with each other.

Ye Feng was stunned.

These people rely on their status as the second generation of immortals and dare to do anything bad.

The plan we discussed while drunk that night turned out to be a real plan.

The next step is that this group of people may really go to rob Lingbao Temple in disguise.

Thinking that the new store might open on the same day as the closure, and thinking of the scene where his group of people were tied up like mummies and stood in a row for trial in the Discipline Court, Ye Feng couldn't help but pinch his forehead.

Yue Yinling clapped her hands and shouted, "Everyone, be quiet! This battle is almost over. We must gather as many exotic flowers and herbs as possible from the various herb gardens before it ends. Life is short, and the seasons are short. The time to make a fortune is now! Tell me loudly, what is our slogan?"

"One must be diligent and work hard to get the benefits of the sect."

"do it again!"

"Be diligent and make the most of the sect!"

……

Ye Feng found that he had been busy making bait and practicing during this period, and was completely out of touch with this group of people.

He was now squatting on the ground with his hands on his head, looking just like a VIP on the second floor who was dragged out of the massage parlor during a raid, wearing only shorts.

Ye Feng couldn't stand it any longer, so he shouted to this bunch of hot-blooded scum, "Stop it! Stop it! When the Yellow Tobacco Shop opened, it at least lasted until dusk that day before being shut down. At the rate you're going, let alone until dusk, it would be a blessing if you can even make it to noon.

I'm telling you, you've got it all wrong. We're running a legitimate business. If you're stealing a little here and taking advantage of a little there, is that a legitimate business? Can it last?

And I think we'll all be sent to the Discipline Institute for ten years at the very least."

Zuo Tianyi said: "Thunder God, it was you who suggested opening the spiritual treasure."

Ye Feng nodded and said, "It was me who suggested it, but I didn't suggest you go and take advantage of it."

Sima Sanjian said, "If you don't steal, don't follow, don't grab, then are you going to rob?"

Liu Yinshui shook his head and said, "What are you thinking? Stealing, at most six months in prison, robbery, at least three years."

Ye Feng said: "Who told you to steal and rob?"

"Where can we get these things without stealing or robbing? Lingbao Pavilion only sells things used by cultivators. There is no such supply channel in the entire human world. Even if there is, we poor guys don't have the money to buy them."

Ye Feng felt that it was time to tell these people the truth.

Otherwise, these people will go to the herb garden to steal rare flowers and plants early tomorrow morning, oh no, they will probably go to the herb garden tonight.

Ye Feng said: "I made it very clear to you last time. I have already found the source of goods for our Lingbao Pavilion."

Everyone looked at each other and then at Ye Feng.

Yue Yinling said, "Xiaofeng, you are not kidding us, are you?"

Ye Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Although I, Ye Feng, am a joke, I never joke about safety, making money, and love."

As he spoke, Ye Feng took out a thick stack of talismans from his black silk bracelet, at least more than a hundred of them.

He waved it in front of everyone and said, "These are all kinds of talismans, and they're just the tip of the iceberg. I've also acquired various magical weapons. There are treasure weapons, spiritual weapons, and immortal weapons. There are also a huge number of spiritual crystals, elixirs, spiritual sound mirrors, and Qiankun storage bags... What do you think I've been doing all day long? Am I being lazy? I've been negotiating business."

Everyone stared at the pile of talismans in Ye Feng's hand in a daze.

Yue Yinling reached out and pulled out three or four cards, looking at them carefully under the candlelight.

Qi Yao asked, "Sister Yin Ling, is this true?"

Yue Yinling swallowed, then nodded to everyone and said, "Yes...it's a real talisman."

Everyone looked at Ye Feng in surprise.

They all asked Ye Feng where these talismans came from.

Ye Feng naturally couldn't say that these were all funerary objects that San Zhier had dug out from the tombs of the Yunhai Sect's ancestors.

He could only lie and tell everyone that he got all these from a mysterious boss.

They also said that the spiritual treasure shop they opened was mainly to cooperate with the "mysterious boss" to help the mysterious boss sell various spiritual treasures and magic tools to earn money.

Everyone was not a fool and immediately thought of Fu Jinghong.

The last time Ye Feng took Shangguan Lan to Fu Jinghong's dinner party, after coming back, he clamored to open Lingbao Pavilion with Fu Jinghong.

Although Uncle Yun Cang is now the chief elder of Lingbao Academy, Fu Jinghong is the one who has the final say behind the scenes.

"hiss……"

Everyone gasped.

Could it be that Fu Jinghong has finally gotten the message and started reselling those rotten and moldy treasures in the Lingbaoyuan treasury?

In fact, no one knew that the "mysterious boss behind the scenes" that Ye Feng mentioned was actually himself!

Liu Yinshui asked, "Ye Feng... In other words, our Lingbao Pavilion is just a public display by that mysterious boss? The supply is all provided by that mysterious boss?"

Ye Feng said: "That's understandable. Of course, we can also make some things to sell ourselves."

Yue Yinling asked, "How do we divide the profits? There are so many of us here, running around like crazy. I hope we don't end up with nothing to drink."

Ye Feng thought for a moment and said, "Well... as for the profit sharing, the goods belong to him, so he will take 50%. The remaining 50% will be divided according to the proportion we agreed on before. As for the goods we made ourselves, the difference in price is ours."

Everyone was stunned again when they heard this.

Qi Yao screamed, "No way! The goods were provided by the other party, and he only took 50%? Is he doing charity?"

Ye Feng thought, isn’t he just doing charity?

The wealth contained in his black silk bracelet is now comparable to that of a medium-sized sect.

This wealth is enough for him to live a decent life, and is also enough to give Fat Master eight or ten grand funerals.

I opened my own shop and started my own business, so I can help you, a bunch of idle scumbags, to become rich and prosperous together! ?

Ye Feng grinned and said, "If you think 50% is too little, then let him take 80%, and we can split the remaining 20% ​​among all of us."

"No, no, no, fifty-fifty is fine! That's how it is!"

The crowd cheered.

They had never seen such a generous boss.

You know, the things sold in Lingbao Pavilion are very, very, very expensive, and the profits are huge.

Everyone originally thought that since these spiritual treasures were provided by the other party, the other party would take at least 80% of them, but they didn't expect that the other party would only take 50%.

Ye Feng didn't know the value of the spiritual treasure. He looked at the excitement of these people.

I feel like I'm earning less.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Well, I'm talking about 50% of the profits."

"Of course, is it still 50% of the turnover?" Yue Yinling said with a happy smile.

Ye Feng was confused.

Why does it feel like I'm talking about RMB and you're talking about USD?

A dozen people share 50% of the profits. What is there to be happy about?

For example, the purchase price of a talisman is one hundred taels, and the selling price is two hundred taels.

The cost of one hundred taels was first given to the mysterious boss, and of the remaining one hundred taels of profit, fifty taels were taken away by the mysterious boss, and the remaining fifty taels were distributed to them.

In other words, out of the talisman's price of 200 taels, I took 150 taels first...

If this talisman is only sold for 150 taels, then he will first take away the cost of 100 taels, then take away the profit of 25 taels, and the remaining 25 taels will be divided among everyone, including his own share.

These people are all second-generation super-immortals, why do they look like unsophisticated people who have never seen the world?

Is it necessary to be so happy about such a small profit?

In fact, Ye Feng had no idea how much profit could be made from reselling arms. He was the unsophisticated one who had never seen the world.

As long as Lingbao Pavilion is opened and operates normally, and the supply of goods can be met, 50% of the profit will be enough for these dozen guys to accumulate huge wealth in a short period of time and become true entrepreneurs.