No. 99 Water without a source

  "How much does this cost?"

  An old man wearing a traditional Zhongshan suit and with a head full of white hair somehow wandered to Wang Jian's wooden carving, first carefully examining it for a while, then standing in front of the shelf staring blankly for a long time, his eyes welling up with tears, before slowly opening his mouth to ask Jin Huiming, who was squatting beside him eating a baozi.

  "Look at giving, starting from three hundred."

  "Three hundred?" The old man shook his head and sighed.

  "Isn't it expensive?" Jin Huiming glanced at him: "No discount, no bargaining."

  "No, it's too cheap. This craftsmanship should be lost."

  The old man said as he looked at his own hands, silently turned around and left, soon disappeared in the crowd.

  "It's probably a bit of a problem." Liang Huanhuan glanced sideways at the direction the old man had left in: "I've been observing him for quite some time, and I even saw a few small wooden frogs get looked to tears."

  Jin Huiming looked at Liang Huanhuan with disdain: "Do you know what art is? Art is about seeing the creator's thoughts and soul through something, you're only suitable for selling bullet shells."

  "What's wrong with you?" Liang Huanhuan whispered to Jin Huiming: "Stop pretending to be a big shot, just you understand."

  Jin Huiming was too lazy to talk to someone with her IQ, so she coldly laughed and continued eating her baozi until Wang Jian and Dai Wei came back from outside carrying big and small bags.

  "What have you two been up to? With a sly and pleased smile on your face." Liang Huanhuan was the most impatient, anyway, the military supplies she brought were already swept away, now only a table of bullet shell wind chimes were left on the table, so she looked extremely bored.

  "Over there." Wang Jianle chuckled, pointing to the joint booth: "They're actually having a promotion, spending over 100 yuan gets you a free pair of jeans. Dawei bought over 2,000 yuan worth and got over 20 pairs of jeans, he gave me half of them."

  "Oh my god..." Jin Huiming poked Wang Jian's chest with her finger: "What's wrong with you? You're competing with others, and then you go and increase their sales?"

  Dawei spoke up first: "I just calculated it, they seem to be selling at no cost now, this is completely selling for the sake of selling. There's no meaning in making a little money."

  "What kind of thing is this?" Jin Huiming stroked his chin: "It seems that someone is helping them, and they can do such a shameless thing. It must be that stupid sports teacher who has a lot of money."

  Wang Jian suddenly had an epiphany, looking at Kai Zixu who was sitting on the side maintaining order, and roughly understood the little trouble in this matter.

  "But what's the point of doing this?" Wang Jian spread out his hands: "I just can't sell more than them, and I won't lose any flesh."

  "He's probably trying to annoy you." Dawei whispered, pointing at Sun Ershao who was sitting in the outdoor cafe on the third floor of the mall, sipping coffee and reading a newspaper: "This guy is very busy. I know that. But he's been here all day today, and it's not like him to be so leisurely drinking coffee."

  Wang Jian grunted: "Why make me unhappy, I'm not even unhappy anywhere."

  "He thought you'd be unhappy. If he knew how stupid you are, he would definitely go crazy." Dawei laughed: "But I think he must have thought you're the kind of person who can't sleep at night if they don't win."

  Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly didn't know what to say, and turned around pointing at his own stall: "Now it's our turn to be spoken ill of, take a look yourself."

  Dawei turned his head and looked at his own seat in class. Then he was shocked: "When did it sell out?!"

  The current situation is clear, except for the artworks of Dawei and Wang Jian, Class 29 has been in a semi-closed state. The first credit goes to Jin Huiming's marketing strategy and Li Nu and Huang Yue's beauty effect. Second, it is the means of other students in the class, now even the self-selected area only has some inferior products that can be directly thrown into the trash can still lying inside.

  "Of course, I must win!" Wang Jian said with a smile: "You have to know that this winning or losing is about face. But they definitely can't win like this, who has more experience in doing business? Joking. When I was selling at the street stall, you were all drinking milk!"

  "This bull is overblown." Dawei coughed twice.

  "Hmm... it's a bit too much." Wang Jian sat on the table: "This business, we have to compromise between gross profit and net profit. With a gross profit of 30 billion and a net profit of 680 million, it can only be called unprofitable."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Jianzhong called out to Ye Wen who was sleeping on the table next to him: "How much did we make!"

  "Report to the big boss!" Ye Wen flipped open the account book: "The top three profit earners up to today are, first is Jin Huiming, with a gross profit of 940,000 and a commission of 94,000. Second is Huang Yue, with a cumulative tip of 55,000, no principal... but his butt was pinched over a hundred times, now he's in the bathroom crying. Third are Tang Jun and Cheng Hui, who sold various non-mainstream accessories, earning 35,000. The worst performers are... you and teacher Dawei, not even one cent."

  "You see, being ridiculed mercilessly." Wang Jian helplessly said to Dawei: "Art pieces can't cheat people."

  "Yes... selling cheaply makes me uncomfortable, and if it's expensive, nobody will buy." Dawei stroked his things: "These are all my treasures."

  "Don't talk nonsense, it's like you're showing off your own severed chicken. Wang Jian looked around: "Their sales are high, but they have to divide by 10 in the end. How can they be higher than us?"

  "No..." Ye Wen looked at Wang Jian with a slightly trembling gaze: "Master of the house, you may have misjudged..."

  "What?"

  "Many things they have don't cost money..."

  "What?!"

  Wang Jian was stunned at the time. Where in the world would there be a free deal? This kind of thing is like saying that pies fall from the sky, and it completely disrupted Wang Jian's rhythm.

  "What's going on?"

  "I'm also not very clear about it, I think there's some mysterious force supporting them, and that celebrity was invited by someone else..."

  "Second Master is so elegant." Dawei chuckled: "Actually doing such a childish thing, isn't it just to win over Wang Jian? What's the difference between this and cheating?"

  "This kind of person doesn't care about cheating or not, as long as they can win, it's satisfying." Jin Huiming sat on the table swinging her legs: "Basically, it's that kind of person who can't afford to lose at anything. Teacher Wang, you've bullied them before, haven't you?"

  "Don't use the word 'bully'..."

  Dawei laughed and nodded vigorously on the side: "Yes, yes, your old Wang bullied him badly, directly slapped him flying. With Second Master's temperament, he will remember to hate Wang Jian for a lifetime."

  "No wonder." Jin Huiming burst out laughing: "Don't provoke a gentleman, don't provoke a petty person."

  However, after she finished speaking, her face suddenly changed. She became extremely violent and unpredictable, with a dark aura surrounding her, and said in a low voice: "He's a scumbag, I'm one too. He's weak."

  After finishing, Jin Huiming took out her phone and dialed a number she didn't know who it was, then smiled: "We have a big event here with high exposure. Are you coming or not? Oh? You know, that's good. Bring your babies and hurry over."

  After hanging up the phone, Jin Huiming let out a cold hum: "Comrades, follow me!"

  "Where are you going?" Wang Jian pulled her arm: "What are you doing?"

  Jin Huiming smiled with narrowed eyes, his tone sinister: "Let's make a fortune out of thin air."

  After she finished speaking, she took Ye Wen and a bunch of people away from the courtyard, leaving only Li Nu, who was wearing a Playboy bunny suit, eating a boxed fast food meal.

  "Teacher Wang." Li Nu suddenly looked up at Wang Jian: "Just now, a sixty-year-old old man said that your wood carving skills are on the verge of extinction."

  "It's obviously a lost art, did you learn language from the chemistry teacher? Liang Huanhuan was sunbathing and playing with Ye Wen's handheld game console, saying casually: "He's an old man with a problem. He looked at it for half a day but didn't want to buy it."

  Wang Jian chuckled: "Lost? Not quite clear, but he has vision... Unfortunately, he didn't buy."

  "I'll go take a look. See how much they're selling for." Wang Jian walked with his hands behind his back, slowly heading in the direction of the joint booth, his heart somewhat anxious but his face calm and composed.

  Wang Jian's anxiety was justified, after all, Class 29 was a mess of a class, known throughout the school. Although they had various talents, they were still ranked last in the school. The whole class was like scattered sand before Wang Jian arrived. This activity may not have been a big deal for Wang Jian, but it was very important for these guys. Whether it was confidence or a sense of belonging, this victory was extremely important, not just for Wang Jian, but also for Class 29.

  "What's going on here." Wang Jian stood at the joint class booth, looking at the endless stream of goods and the fiery scene, sweat broke out on his forehead, but in this situation, he couldn't just set fire to their stall, all he could do was stare blankly.

  "Hey, buddy." Liang Huanhuan walked up to Wang Jian with a lollipop in her mouth: "You're stupid now."

  Wang Jian smiled bitterly: "Thoroughly."

  "Don't worry, we still have a tradition. Even if it's the last one, we'll fight to the end." Liang Huanhuan handed Wang Jian a lollipop: "Your style is quite like my senior brother's, I think highly of you."

  "Is it your senior brother?"

  "Yes, the former number one agent, but was blown up last year, only to find a head, with his body blown to pieces." Liang Huanhuan raised an eyebrow: "In our line of work, no matter how powerful you are, it's always today and gone tomorrow."

  Just as Wang Jian was about to sigh, a large group of fashionable girls suddenly appeared outside, and he found that many of them looked very familiar, as if they often appeared online.

  "Wow..." Dawei, extremely vulgar, squeezed beside Wang Jian: "So many models, all of them are super hot."

  At this time, a very famous host followed by a large group of media reporters walked in, holding microphones and shouting: "Ladies and gentlemen, the first online charity auction event jointly organized by Jia Shi Media, Dong Yi Media, Beiji Guangming Media and Langfeng Shengyuan Private High School is now starting!"

  "What is this thing?"

  Wang Jian dragged over Jin Huiming who was walking from behind: "What have you done?"

  "Old Wang." Jin Huiming flashed a brilliant smile at Wang Jian: "Cheating! If you win, you have to give me a kiss!"

  After she finished speaking, she didn't have time to say more, stretched out her hand and beckoned: "Young men, unload the goods!"

  I owe 12 more... I will make it up... Thank you everyone! (......)