Chapter 14: One hundred thousand per ticket, and I'll give you a divination

Yang Fan first went to a shop selling talisman paper to buy some new yellow paper, as well as brushes and ink.

The shop owner was a middle-aged man in his fifties named Sun Zheng. Seeing her buying these things, he asked enthusiastically, "Little girl, are you going to paint these things yourself after you buy them?"

Yang Fan nodded and put the yellow paper, brush and ink he had chosen together. "How much are these in total?"

"You are missing something," Sun Zheng turned around and took a beautifully packaged box from the shelf at the back, "If you want to draw a talisman, you can't do without cinnabar."

Influenced by the Taoist culture of Sanqing Palace, many people have a dream of becoming a master, so people often come to the store to buy talisman paper, brushes, ink, cinnabar and other things, and go back to tinker with drawing talismans themselves.

Every time those people came to buy something, Sun Zheng would strongly recommend this cinnabar, tricking them into believing that only by using this high-quality cinnabar could the success rate of the talisman paper be greatly increased.

Basically, people who come to this store to buy these things will be fooled by Sun Zheng, and then spend money to buy what appears to be high-quality cinnabar on the surface, but actually contains ordinary red pigment.

"Little girl, you definitely need cinnabar to draw talismans," Sun Zheng also fooled Yang Fan as someone who didn't know anything about it, "I have a new bottle of top-quality cinnabar. Do you want me to take a box back with you?"

Yang Fan refused, "No, these are all I need."

She doesn't need pen or paper to draw talismans, and she doesn't need yellow paper or brush. Other pens and papers can also be used to draw talismans. She buys brushes and yellow paper just to make herself look more professional, and people can take the talismans away after drawing on paper.

Sun Zheng continued to deceive her, "Little girl, you don't understand. You must use cinnabar to draw talismans. Otherwise, you won't be successful no matter how hard you try."

"Look at the talisman I drew here with this cinnabar. Isn't it beautiful?"

He took out a piece of drawn talisman paper from the box in the cabinet next to him, "This talisman for exorcism was drawn with this cinnabar. Feel it and see if you can feel the spiritual power on the talisman paper."

"I can't feel it," Yang Fan pointed out the truth expressionlessly, "You painted it with red ink, not real cinnabar."

"What red ink? I used cinnabar to draw this."

Being exposed by her in front of him, Sun Zheng's face was not very good, "What do you know, this is a calming talisman drawn by the Taoist priest of Sanqing Palace."

"This is real talisman paper, worth hundreds of thousands."

Originally, she didn't want to care about him selling fake goods.

But when Yang Fan heard that he was using the name of Sanqing Palace to defraud people, he immediately became unhappy.

"You call this a true talisman? Then what is mine?"

She took the brush on the table next to her, pulled out a piece of yellow paper and drew a talisman on it.

When Sun Zheng saw her actions, he snorted in disdain, but the next second, his eyes suddenly widened.

He looked at Yang Fan's hand movements with shock on his face.

Yang Fan was seen drawing with golden light as he wrote. With just a few strokes, he drew a real calming talisman. When the last stroke was completed, golden light flashed on the yellow paper, and then it quickly returned to normal.

Yang Fan took the talisman she drew and placed it next to Sun Zheng's talisman and asked him, "Look at this, which one is real and which one is fake?"

Sun Zheng suddenly came back to his senses and carefully picked up the talisman drawn by Yang Fan. When he got the talisman paper in his hand, he instantly felt something different. The runes on the paper were vivid and glowed with a faint golden light.

This, this, this is the real talisman!
He could easily draw talismans of such high quality. He must have met a true master!

Sun Zheng's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he said in a flattering tone, "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't recognize the great man, please forgive me."

Yang Fan supported himself on the counter with one hand and took the talisman paper back from Sun Zheng's hand. He felt a little reluctant to let the talisman paper be taken away and stared at the talisman in her hand eagerly.

The quality of this talisman paper is countless times better than the ones he has hidden away.

"Didn't you just say that you should use the best cinnabar from your family to draw the talisman?" Yang Fan said with a half-smile on his face, sneer, "This is a real talisman drawn by a Taoist priest from Sanqing Palace." How could he have known that he would meet a real master? If he had known that Yang Fan was a real master, he would definitely not have taken out these things to embarrass himself.

Sun Zheng laughed awkwardly twice, quietly put away the box of fake cinnabar and the fake talisman paper, and quickly changed the subject, "Master, are you selling this talisman paper?"

"You want this talisman of mine," Yang Fan waved the talisman paper in front of Sun Zheng's eyes, and the latter's eyes involuntarily followed her movements.

Sun Zheng nodded quickly, his eyes sparkling, "I want to buy this talisman from you, do you sell it to me?"

You can definitely make a lot of money by selling talismans of this quality.

Yang Fan: "You can sell it, but it depends on how much you offer."

It just so happened that her purpose of coming here was to make money, whether it was selling talismans or fortune-telling.

Sun Zheng tried, "Five thousand yuan, is that okay?"

"Five thousand yuan?" Yang Fan smiled playfully, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "You are just sending away a beggar."

You have to know that her talisman was worth a fortune before, but this person only offered 5,000 yuan and was still thinking of cheating her.

Sun Zheng's expression froze for a moment, and he calmed himself down, "Then... ten thousand yuan?"

Yang Fan looked at him without saying anything, and his expression became even more indifferent.

Seeing her like this, Sun Zheng also became serious.

Originally, he thought that Yang Fan was such a young girl with such a talent, and she must have been studying in seclusion in some mountain, and didn't know about these worldly matters.

I thought that if I bought the talisman from her at a low price and then resold it at a high price, I could make a lot of money.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not someone who could be easily fooled. Sun Zheng's eyes became more serious.

"So how much do you think is appropriate?"

He threw this question to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan stared at him, until his back felt cold, and then he slowly said, "One hundred thousand, and I'll give you another divination."

Sun Zheng was stunned for a moment, "What?"

Yang Fan said, "You have a daughter who is 21 years old this year. She is studying at a university in Shanghai and will graduate this year, right?"

Sun Zheng nodded blankly.

"Your daughter is going to teach in a mountain village in the southwest. Tell her not to talk to a woman in a red coat on the train. Otherwise, your daughter will never come back."

Seeing that his Children's Palace was sunken, Yang Fan did some calculations and found that his daughter would be abducted by human traffickers to a remote mountainous area and eventually die tragically there.

With a bang, Sun Zheng's mind went blank and all the strength in his body seemed to be sucked away. His body leaned against the cabinet.

His daughter was indeed going to teach in the southwestern mountainous area, and was originally scheduled to leave the day after tomorrow. But just an hour ago, his daughter sent him a message saying that they had decided to cancel their flight and take the train, and would leave tomorrow, saying that they wanted to enjoy the scenery along the way.

He met a woman in red clothes on the train and never came back. Doesn't that mean his daughter might be kidnapped?
All of a sudden, the miserable conditions of those trafficked people on the Internet appeared in his mind.

The blood drained from Sun Zheng's face, and he looked at Yang Fan as if he was grasping at a life-saving straw, "Master, please save my daughter!"

(End of this chapter)