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Chapter 19 In front of the magician, everything is possible(2/2)

This is the first time I have seen such a contract.”

With that said, he got up and left.

Xu Jian shrugged, stood up and left.

He didn't say anything harsh.

"Young people have never been beaten by society." Du Sheng said disdainfully: "You will regret it, and there will be no chance for you when I come back."

Xu Jian wanted to laugh when he heard this. He was a great cultivator of immortality. What did he have to regret?

It's hard to explain to Brother Ye.

His good intentions were betrayed.

Xu Jian was stunned when he thought of this. He was already an immortal. If he ascended to the immortal world in the future, why should he care about his contract?

It's a pity that I can't go back again.

Immortals also need dignity.

"Hello." When he was going out, Xu Jian heard someone next to him.

Turning around, I saw the magician from before.

"Looking for me?"

"Yes, that one." Xin Ze hesitated for a moment and said:

"Is that your magic teacher?"

"Magic." Xu Jian corrected.

"Do you teach magic tricks?" Xin Ze asked again.

"I won't teach you." Xu Jian refused.

"I can offer you a high price. I will pay you ten times the cost of your performance," Xin Ze said quickly.

Ten times? Xu Jian chuckled.

Ten times zero is still zero.

However, the normal quotation is several thousand. Does the other party want to spend tens of thousands for tuition?

"I still won't teach you." Xu Jian refused without hesitation.

The main reason is that it cannot be taught.

Even if you teach the wisdom method, it will be useless because there is no visualization figure.

"Then add a friend. If you have any experience in magic, we can discuss it with each other," Xin Ze said.

After some hesitation, Xu Jian agreed.

Afterwards he rode home after dinner.

I found that it was already afternoon and the old man was still selling vegetables.

"How to sell this dish?" Xu Jian walked over and asked.

The old man is about seventy years old. His face is wrinkled and his energy is very weak.

"Two pieces per pound."

"How many kilograms are there in total?"

"About ten pounds."

"If I buy them all, can it be cheaper?"

“This dish is grown at home, it’s delicious, and it’s very cheap.”

"One dollar and eight, I'll buy them all."

The other party agreed and finally weighed more than ten kilograms.

Xu Jian said that even if it was ten pounds, the other party agreed.

Then he raised his hand and took out coins one by one out of thin air.

"It's exactly eighteen yuan."

As he said that, he was about to pick up his things and leave.

But he was caught: "No."

"Why not?" Xu Jian asked.

"This is the money you conjured up by magic. It's fake money."

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Chapter completed!
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