I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 418 - 283: Selling Jars and Excessive Praise
Chapter 418: Chapter 283: Selling Jars and Excessive Praise
A few players approached the man with the Silver Pot.
He lifted his head, and a burst of laughter came from beneath the Silver Pot:
“Welcome, brave warriors from afar, would you like a couple of pots? They’re only ten Gold Pounds each, definitely worth more than you pay!”
“Then I’ll take two pots. Here are twenty Gold Pounds.”
The player who came to open the pots handed over a small bag of Gold Coins, then rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
“Would you like to pick them yourself, or shall I help you?”
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Chen Lun smiled and gestured with his hand, then crossed his arms and watched the other party with interest.
“Hmm…”
The player hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath.
“I’ll pick them myself!”
He immediately chose a large pot on the far left and a small pot on the far right.
Chen Lun handed the other player a small wooden mallet.
“Please.”
“Make sure they’re Mysterious Objects or Supernatural Knowledge!”
The player muttered, then holding the mallet, forcefully smashed the two pots.
Clang! Clang!
From the first large pot, a tiny blade fell out, and from the other pot came a Mechanical Glove.
“Oh my god, what a loss!”
The player’s hand trembled with the mallet and he started to wail on the spot.
He unwillingly bent down, picked up the two items, and suddenly shivered all over.
“Mysterious… Mysterious Objects?!”
The player exclaimed in delight, holding up the blade and showing it off to his friends around him.
One of his companions took it, looked it over, and his face showed a strange expression.
“[Grade D Mysterious Object – Joyful Blade]? It can inflict double damage on male creatures’ weak points and has a high chance of triggering the ‘Herb Gathering’ effect, which can cut the biological tissue from its weak points and automatically turn it into herbs… but the cost, cough, the cost is quite steep, who would dare to use this?”
“Dumbass, just let female players use it, then the cost is basically nothing.”
“Damn! You’re really a genius!”
This group of players joyfully departed, and soon another batch arrived.
More and more players recognized “Knight Flun of the Silver Pot” and started bringing along their friends. Chen Lun was delighted by this and leisurely produced two new pots from the Blood Poem Ring, replenishing the stock on the carpet.
“Come, come, come, make money with your money! Pick one and see, there are definitely no empty ones!”
Chen Lun started his sales pitch again.
This time, interacting with him were players from the Lost Name Guild, a group of five. The leader looked at the pots on the ground, then crouched down, looking straight at Chen Lun and smiled:
“Knight Flun, did these pots go to college?”
“….”
Chen Lun stared at this guy for a moment, then casually plucked a weed under the street lamp and played with it in his hand.
“Are these pots male or female? If it’s female, I’ll buy one.”
The player picked up a pot and giggled.
Chen Lun ignored him, thinking to himself, he soon roughly figured out what this guy was up to… probably making some silly videos to post on the gaming forum for views.
Later, the title would probably be something like “In three sentences, I made the Silver Pot Knight open fifty pots for me” or something similar.
“If I buy this pot and wear it on my head, will I become as strong as you?”
The player persisted, still joking around.
Seeing more and more players gathering, Chen Lun felt this guy was disrupting his business, so he leaned forward and flicked the guy’s forehead.
“Naughty.”
Bang!!
The player didn’t even scream, he just turned into a beam of white light and disappeared.
His companions from the Lost Name Guild stepped back in fear, none of them had expected this NPC to just kill someone outright.
“Don’t miss out as you pass by! Selling pots here!”
Chen Lun took the pot that fell from mid-air and continued to call out nonchalantly.
The group in front immediately got pushed aside by the players behind them.
“Mr. Flun! I… we are your admirers! Please pick ten pots for us!”
A few female players from the Silver Fox finally made their way to him, speaking nervously.
Chen Lun looked up at them, a bit surprised.
He quickly remembered that during his previous promotion to Magician, he seemed to have changed a player’s historical trajectory, what should have been “Wild Daisy” became “Silver Fox”.
The guild leader, Sunny Xiaoyu, wasn’t very famous in a previous life but is now well known by many players, largely because of him.
“Certainly, no problem.”
Chen Lun grinned warmly and then casually selected ten pots.
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Actually, most of these pots contained Mysterious Objects.
After all, they were his fan group, and giving them a bit of special treatment was only a courteous gesture.
“Thank you!”
The female fans of Silver Fox took the mallet and opened the pots one by one, their companions eagerly gathering the items, then they squealed excitedly.
“Ah—five Mysterious Objects! We’re rich!”
The girls chattered merrily, holding their items and were utterly delighted.
The surrounding players couldn’t help but gasp in amazement; the success rate was just too damn high!
No way, one look at it and you want to rush there right now!
“Thank you, Mr. Flun!”
The girls hurriedly expressed their gratitude.
“Thank me for what? You guys are really lucky.”
Chen Lun chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.
The girls didn’t forget to take pictures, and while they thought Chen Lun wasn’t paying attention, they snapped several photos and then left contentedly.
As soon as they left, the players behind them rushed forward, vying against each other, noisily demanding to open the jars.
Chen Lun remained noncommittal, chuckling as he conducted the trades.
Several hours later.
The jars sold out, Chen Lun stood up, rolled up the carpet, and walked away directly.
The players still gathered there were stupefied.
“Knight Flun, why are you leaving?!”
“Don’t go, Knight Flun! We haven’t opened our jars yet!”
“Let me open five more, please, no, just one more, just one!”
The players cried and begged, but Chen Lun ignored them, merely waving his hand.
“The jars for today are all sold out, come back next time.”
“When’s the next time?”
“Don’t know.”
Chen Lun stopped, shrugged.
“It’s all up to fate… Ahahaha, to you brave folks from out of town, I hope you strike it rich.”
With that, he stepped away and vanished on the spot.
He left behind those who hadn’t had their fill and those whose eyes reddened from betting, causing disarray at the scene.
Chen Lun reappeared on the other side of the commercial street, removed his disguise, then put on a black hat and walking with his silver staff, strode back.
He was in a good mood, whistling along the way.
Today he had sold over four hundred jars, clearing out all the backlog of “defective” Mysterious Objects.
Given a ten to one ratio for goods dispatched, he was already very generous.
The turnover exceeded four thousand Gold Pounds. It was a profitable haul, whether it was considered a loss or not, it was all earnings anyway.
‘Carrying over sixty thousand Gold Pounds, it’s also time to place another order at the Silver Dragon Trade Association and procure some more supernatural materials and Mystic Books.’
Chen Lun thought to himself.
As he passed along a main busy street, he suddenly noticed, plastered on the walls by the street, brand-new advertising posters and some huge banners.
“Jack Circus! Come to the ‘City Garden’ major theater! Enjoy your personalized spectacular show!”
“An unprecedented performance! It will make your jaw drop! November 1st, 10 am, don’t miss it!”
“The greatest Magic show, right at the ‘City Garden’ major theater!”
Looking at these extravagant slogans and the exquisite designs above, Chen Lun couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile.
‘Hoyle really doesn’t mind the cost, such large-scale promotion and momentum building must cost a pretty penny…’
He also spotted several men distributing flyers on the streets, dressed in overalls and wearing beret caps, all looking sharp.
These promoters were still calling out:
“Come and see, next weekend at the ‘City Garden’ major theater, with just ten Silver Ducats for a ticket, you can witness an unprecedented spectacular performance!”
“With the limited edition number card at the end of the flyer, you can get a discount of one Silver Ducat!”
Chen Lun walked past these promoters, casually accepting a flyer.
However, what made him frown was that the wording on it seemed too exaggerated and even a bit provocatively hateful.
For example, compared to the Tartar and Golden Rum theater’s performance, this one was like dog crap. A certain noblewoman argued with her husband just to see this show. A certain CEO argued with another company’s CEO just to buy the tickets, etc.
Just then, more shouts came from behind:
“A magic show that even Viscount Harrington would rave about! The general manager of Moses Far Voyage even spared no expense for front-row seats to watch this close-up performance! Aren’t you curious?”
Chen Lun paused, his eyes lowered, brow furrowing.
If the flyer in his hand was merely using some overly flamboyant words, it would be manageable, but the words of the promoter behind him were clearly problematic.
Involving the two most powerful individuals in this city seemed deliberately provocative.
He muttered silently:
“Whoever’s promoting the ‘City Garden’ major theater, has ill intentions.”
With a flick of his hand, an ace of spades appeared between his fingers, giving a positive indication.
His eyebrows raised slightly.
A moment later.
A promoter who had been shouting until he was hoarse paused to tell his colleague that he was going to the grocery store to buy a soda. As he passed a small alley, he suddenly heard a soft whistle.
Then the promoter halted, walking into the alley in a daze.
After a moment.
He came back out, looking puzzled, and walked away directly.
Chen Lun stood in the shadows of the alley, recalling the information he had just obtained from the hypnotized promoter.
‘So, the ones deliberately pushing things behind the scenes were Hoyle’s two brothers, due to internal strife within their business family…?’
He shook his head, finding it tedious.
‘Making the performance well known, even deliberately involving the Harrington family and Moses Far Voyage… Praise the performance to the high heavens, then bribe other troupes to fiddle with the stage and props, turning all of Hoyle’s painstaking preparations into a joke, causing him to fail miserably?’
Chen Lun grinned.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you ruin my plans.”
