Chapter 14

Seeing that Ding Ning had sold a piece of talisman paper for ten thousand yuan, many people around were stunned.

The middle-aged man who had mocked Ding Ning yesterday was still loitering around today. He was the most indignant and said to Ding Ning, "I didn't expect that you, a fraud, would actually succeed in cheating people. I won't let you get away with this. Today, I will expose you!"

"Go ahead, I'm also curious to see how you will expose me."

Ding Ning, with ten thousand yuan in hand, was in a great mood. He felt that he should be able to write new talisman papers at this moment and didn't want to get angry with the man.

Seeing that Ding Ning couldn't stop smiling, the man became even more furious. He took out a stack of money from his pocket, counted out three thousand, and threw it on Ding Ning's stall. He picked up a Spring Character talisman and loudly asked, "Tell me, how do you use this talisman paper?"

"Just crush it."

Ding Ning didn't pay him any attention; his eyes were on the three thousand yuan. He didn't expect such good luck to come so quickly and quickly put the money away.

By this time, a crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle. Someone shouted, "Old Zhang, give it a try. If he's a fraud, we'll take him to the police station right away."

"Right, right. He's already taken the money. Don't worry, I've taken pictures of him taking the money. The evidence is solid; he can't escape."

Seeing that the new young man, Ding Ning, had made ten thousand yuan so quickly, everyone was a bit envious and hoped he would have bad luck soon.

Encouraged by the crowd, Old Zhang looked smug. "Kid, you've taken my money. Soon, you'll have to give it all back, and more!"

Seeing the crowd growing, Old Zhang felt the moment was right. He picked up the Spring Character talisman, intending to crush it, but then thought it might be unwise. He raised it above his head instead.

Seeing the commotion, many people around raised their phones to start filming.

"From today on, I will be the anti-fraud warrior of this area."

Old Zhang thought to himself and finally crushed the talisman paper in his hand.

"Click, click, click!"

The phones kept making sounds, recording this moment of anti-fraud.

"Splash!"

A huge wave of water fell from the sky!

It wasn't a bucket of water or a basin of water; it was at least two bathtubs' worth, pouring down and knocking Old Zhang off his feet. The water even carried him sliding several meters away!

The people filming were stunned.

The entire scene fell silent!

Only the camera lenses were still pointed at the extremely embarrassed Old Zhang.

Even a magic trick wouldn't be this exaggerated! Where did all this water come from?

The people around looked up at the sky, which was clear and cloudless, making it impossible for it to be raining.

Even if there was a hot water bag or something, there should be some remnants left behind.

After a full minute, someone finally reacted and rushed to Ding Ning's stall, pulling out money and throwing it at Ding Ning, "Brother, I'll take all your talisman papers, no matter how many you have!"

"Of course, but you don't have enough money."

Ding Ning, though greedy, was extremely sensitive to money. This amount was at most seven or eight thousand, which was far from enough to buy all his talisman papers.

The man quickly raised his phone, dialed a number, and shouted after less than five seconds, "Bring money to the overpass market immediately, as much as possible. I've found a treasure. My location is... ."

Before he could finish, the crowd, now aware of what was happening, surged forward, pushing him out of place.

Ding Ning quickly grabbed the talisman papers to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos.

About ten minutes later, Ding Ning emerged from the crowd, looking disheveled.

All the talisman papers! All the talisman papers were sold out in ten minutes! At this moment, Ding Ning had nearly one hundred thousand yuan on him!

The Chinese knots were all gone. Those who came later, unable to buy talisman papers, bought or rather, snatched, all of Ding Ning's Chinese knots. Ding Ning didn't have the heart to care about the Chinese knots and focused on protecting the money in his pocket.

He quickly ran around a corner, turned his clothes inside out, took off his glasses and hat, and circled around to ensure no one was following him before turning back.

Walking out of the overpass market, Ding Ning found a small hotel, paid thirty yuan for a single room, locked the door, and, after confirming no one was following him, trembled as he spread the money on the bed.

"Really, what a wimp. You are the successor of the God of Wealth. How can you be so nervous over a few tens of thousands of yuan? Hmm... How will you help others in the future?"

Thinking about helping others, Ding Ning felt a pain in his chest. This God of Wealth is too tough. I want to be a true God of Wealth, not just a passing one.

Speaking of which, is Santa Claus derived from the Chinese God of Wealth? One gives out gold and silver during the New Year, and the other gives out gifts during Christmas.

The God of Wealth is a bit more prestigious, at least with a larger customer base.

Ding Ning's thoughts were a mess, his heart pounding.

"Yes, this is the right state, the right state. I need to write a talisman!"

Ding Ning realized that this moment of great joy was the best time to write a talisman. He picked up the talisman paper and a brush, and without hesitation, wrote the character "喜" (joy)!

As the brush fell, the talisman paper flashed with golden light, and it was a rare success!

Looking at the character, it exuded a festive and joyful aura. If someone were to hang this during a wedding or a birth, the atmosphere would be different.

Even hanging it in a room would keep the family in a good mood.

Satisfied with his new talisman, Ding Ning put it away, calmed himself, and began counting the money.

Ninety-nine thousand five hundred yuan was the final count.

Ding Ning had fantasized countless times about what he would do with money. Now that he had some, he quickly organized his thoughts.

Three years of high school, reserve thirty thousand yuan. This thirty thousand will be kept by his mother, leaving sixty-nine thousand five hundred yuan.

His mother shouldn't be without extra money, so he gave her another twenty thousand, leaving forty-nine thousand five hundred yuan.

His master had always wanted to repair the Guandi Temple. Although it wasn't a large temple, he had asked the town's construction team, and it would cost about twenty thousand. Giving his master twenty thousand left twenty-nine thousand five hundred yuan.

Since practicing, Ding Ning realized that living in a dormitory was not suitable. It would be best to find a house with a spirit spot. Such a house would likely be in a quiet location and might not be cheap. Assuming it would cost eight thousand per year, that left twenty-one thousand five hundred yuan.

With money, he needed to start refining pills. The Spirit Gathering Pill was a must. Ignoring the main ingredients, the auxiliary ingredients would cost about three to four thousand, say three thousand five hundred yuan, leaving eighteen thousand yuan.

Although Ding Ning was reluctant to spend money, he knew the importance of divine sense. If he gave away ten thousand yuan, his divine sense could extend ten meters, which should be enough for now.

This left him with only eight thousand yuan.

This didn't even account for the cost of a pill furnace.

It seemed like a lot, but it wasn't much.

Although a bit disappointed, it didn't affect Ding Ning's mood. He put all the money away in the small hotel and then left.

There was no need to stay in this hotel, and he wouldn't be returning to the overpass market for a while. Too much of anything is not good.

But just as Ding Ning left the hotel, a figure quietly appeared from a distance.