After a while, Ye Chengfeng took Lin Ziwei and Mu Xiaoyu to the trading venue of the Ancient Martial Arts Exchange Conference.

This is a square with three football fields.

It is not far from the Buddhist temple where the Bodhisattvas worshipped in Yunqi Temple is the place where pilgrims stop on weekdays in Yunqi Temple.

But at this moment, there were no pilgrims in the square.

Some are just the orderly red cloth stalls and the bustling ancient warriors.

On the street stall are the ancient martial arts resources that ancient martial artists need to exchange or buy.

There are natural medicinal materials and finished elixirs.

There are ancient martial arts secrets, weapons and other strange things.

The sound of hawking, bargaining and talking, is endless.

However, after Ye Chengfeng looked at it, he found that the number of red cloth stalls was limited.

There are only one hundred in total, and it is impossible to satisfy thousands of participants at once.

But fortunately, the Ancient Martial Arts Exchange Conference will take seven days, and those who are anxious will compete for the good stalls early.

If you are not in a hurry, you will naturally refuse the time to set up a stall and wait until others have sold it before you put it on.

And after inquiring, Ye Chengfeng also knew.

This ancient martial arts exchange conference was organized by the Supreme Alliance formed by several powerful hidden sects.

In the Waiyin Sect, it is also a well-known force.

If you want to get a stall to sell things here, you must pay a considerable rent to the Supreme Alliance according to the popularity of the stall and every hour.

From hundreds of thousands to millions.

If anyone dares to set up stalls or sell them outside those hundred stalls, they will be unable to get along with the Supreme Alliance.

"Isn't this place from Yunqi Temple? Why doesn't Yunqi Temple charge money?"

Lin Ziwei knew that it would cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to rent a street stall with only one red cloth every hour. She couldn't help but be amazed.

Even if she started a group, she didn't make such a profit.

Just make a calculation.

Each stall will charge 200,000 yuan per hour.

If there are 100 stalls, 20 million will be recorded in an hour.

After ten hours of opening this day, if the stalls are full at all times, you can receive 200 million yuan in rent.

After seven days, it’s definitely more than one billion!

And in fact, this is just Lin Ziwei's conservative algorithm.

Judging from the popularity of the ancient martial arts exchange conference, Lin Ziwei predicts that the Supreme Alliance may be open to those stalls 24/7.

After all, chance is indeed rare.

It is rare for those hidden sects and ancient martial artists to gather together once.

Then, after seven days, the Supreme Alliance can charge at least 5 billion street stall rents, and there is no need to pay half a cent of tax.

A terrible fortune.

"Yunqi Temple is just a half-hidden sect that is loyal to the Supreme Alliance. His venue is naturally from the Supreme Alliance."

Ye Chengfeng shook his head with a wry smile: "This Supreme Alliance is indeed very good at making money. It not only makes reputation but also makes money!"

"It feels so pitiful."

Mu Xiaoyu said: "Just like a few broken street stalls, they can bring at least billions of wealth to the Supreme Alliance in seven days."

"You can earn so much by renting a few street stalls. It's actually a very good skill, right?"

Ye Chengfeng laughed.

Of course, he said that.

But he also understands that the atmosphere of the ancient martial artist's world, which is the prevalence of the weak will be a hundred times more important than that of the secular world.

The Supreme Alliance can afford such an ancient martial arts exchange conference, which is enough to prove that there are many masters and many ancient martial arts sects that can afford to live in.

Otherwise, the square is so big, who would be willing to rent their broken stalls by an hour for a high price?

Isn't it better to just find a place to set up a stall?

After all, I am afraid of the strength of the Supreme Alliance.

"What if someone takes out a good thing and is robbed by other ancient warriors?"

Lin Ziwei couldn't help but say.

"I deserve to be unlucky."

Ye Chengfeng laughed: "The Supreme Alliance will not actively provide security services to the ancient warriors who come. If you want, you can spend money to ask them to protect them."

As he said that, he pointed to one of the stalls.

Suddenly next to the stall owner, a young monk with a stick was standing.

Although that little monk was just an ancient warrior at the early stage of the Yellow level, he was not worth mentioning at all.

But the little monk's clothes contained the logo of the Supreme Alliance.

As long as the little monk stood there, it would be like telling the ancient warriors coming and going that the stall was protected by the Supreme Alliance.

Anyone who dares to have bad ideas will be against the Supreme.

“It feels so messy.”

Lin Ziwei shook her head: "The strong in the ancient martial arts world can customize the rules and dominate everything! But the weak can only be bullied."

"normal."

Ye Chengfeng smiled calmly: "Although this kind of atmosphere in the secular world is not as strong as the ancient martial arts world, it is actually almost the same after all. Rich and powerful people will always live better than those who have no money or power."

"Looking at their stuff, it seems to be very expensive."

Lin Ziwei said again: "At least hundreds of thousands, and at most hundreds of millions or tens of millions, would it be too exaggerated? I only budgeted 30 million in total."

"The rent is so expensive, of course it has to be a little more expensive, right?"

Ye Chengfeng laughed: "Ancient martial artists will also keep pace with the times! Look at the organizer, they have prepared a lot of card swiping and bank transfer equipment."

"Brother Chengfeng is lying."

Mu Xiaoyu gave him a coquettish look: "As far as I know, ancient martial artists can easily make money. Some wealthy bosses will ask ancient martial artists to be bodyguards, starting at least several million at a time."

"Also, the body-strengthening pills refined by ancient warriors cost tens of millions of dollars each. What's even more exaggerated is that they can make some magic weapons that have no effect, and they can sell them for millions of dollars."

"really."

Lin Ziwei nodded in agreement: "Last time, I heard from one of my partners that she bought a magic weapon to ward off evil spirits and spent more than 10 million yuan."

"I can only say that the things that ancient martial artists sell to ordinary people are all for making money."

Ye Chengfeng raised his lips slightly and said, "There are real good things, they keep them as treasures, so how can they sell them easily?"

"Let's go and have a walk first."

Mu Xiaoyu smiled and said, "My master and the others are here too. I wonder if I can meet them."

"It's a matter of time sooner or later."

Ye Chengfeng nodded with a smile, then greeted Lin Ziwei and Mu Xiaoyu and started shopping among the one hundred stalls.

The spiritual consciousness is greatly opened.

Ye Chengfeng easily discovered that among the thousands of people in the audience, there were very few who reached the early stage of the prefecture level.

Even in the middle stage of the prefecture level, there are only a dozen people in total.

If you want to talk about the late stage of the Earth level and the Small Perfection, you can't see any ghost shadow.

Moreover, after scanning the stalls in the venue, Ye Chengfeng did not find anything good.

Of course, the good things in his eyes must be from spiritual medicine and spiritual herbs.

But for many ordinary ancient martial artists, they still want too much, because they are afraid that they don’t have enough money.

However, no spiritual medicine and herbs or refining materials were found, and Ye Chengfeng was not in a hurry.

Anyway, the Ancient Martial Arts Exchange Conference will take place for seven days. I believe that many ancient martial artists who hold good things will first wait and see and see others' prices before taking them out.

Therefore, Ye Chengfeng thought it was the case and first accompanied Lin Ziwei and Mu Xiaoyu to see the world.

"Hey, this set of tea cups is so beautiful."

Lin Ziwei's eyes suddenly shined and she quickly arrived at the street stall No. 66.

"A girl from the secular world?"

The stall owner, when he saw Lin Ziwei's dress, rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "It's true that I have a good vision! There are only six tea cups in total. They are made of deep-sea coral mud, mixed with many precious medicinal materials, and are fired through the secret method of ancient martial arts! Drinking tea with this cup will definitely make your skin emit a charming luster and prevent aging."
To be continued...