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230 Sublimation Grass
230 Sublimation Grass
"Oh, I just hope that I can get the sublimation grass smoothly!" Lin Mu sighed, and was going to continue looking for the meat factory.
"Young man, are you shopping for groceries?" At this moment, an old voice entered Lin Mu's ears.
Lin Mu followed the prestige, and saw an old man with a dimpled face and a thin figure standing aside.
Seeing the old man's patched clothes and wrinkled skin on his face, Lin Mu knew that the living conditions of this old man must be very difficult, otherwise, he would not look malnourished.
"Well, hello grandpa." Lin Mu nodded politely at the old man.
"Your name is Lin Mu, right? Where are your parents?" the old man asked.
"My parents died early, and I grew up by myself." 11 Lin Mu said lightly.
What he said actually has some truth.
But more are lies.
Because he is not Lin Mu at all, but a super strong man from the great world of cultivating immortals thousands of years ago—— Lin Mu!
Although Lin Mu only has a wisp of remnant soul left now, he still has amazing experience and rich combat experience, coupled with his physique is far superior to ordinary people, even with only a wisp of remnant soul, he can definitely crush the ordinary Qi refining period master.
This trace of remnant soul is even invincible in the Dharma-ending era where the aura of the earth is exhausted. Even the cultivators of the Nascent Soul, Transformation God, and Transcending Tribulation Period are hard to match.
But in the same way, in the age of doomsday tens of thousands of years ago, the cultivators who practiced emptiness, combined body, and crossed the catastrophe had already reached the so-called land gods of warriors, ascended to immortals, and their life spans were infinitely extended.
The existence of Lin Mu with only a sliver of remnant soul is almost like an ant to these big guys.
These big guys can blow him casually, and it is estimated that they can kill him.
"So that's how it is." The old man sighed lightly when he heard the words, as if he felt the same for Lin Mu's experience, and his tone was extremely pitiful.
Lin Mu glanced at the old man indifferently, but did not answer.
"Lin Mu, how about it, my store is much more cost-effective than your small restaurant. Do you want to think about it?" the old man asked tentatively.
After hearing the old man's words, Lin Mu was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Thank you grandpa for your kindness, but I don't need money for now."
"Hey, you boy, you are really brainless. In this world, who dislikes little money?" The old man shook his head and said, "Well, how about you give me three hundred yuan a month?"
After the old man finished speaking, he fixed his eyes on Lin Mu.
His eyeballs rolled, and there was a cunning glint in his eyes.
This is his only bargaining chip that can attract Lin Mu.
His meat joint factory specializes in selling pork, beef, mutton and other crops.
Their price is much lower than the market price, and most farmers will choose to exchange with him.
But this is almost impossible.
Because on the nearby mountains, this meat joint factory is the most profitable 193.
The rest of the scattered small workshops can't even get enough to eat, so how can anyone choose here.
Moreover, their meat joint factory mainly relies on selling pork for a living, and the one-time fee charged is still very low in comparison.
So the old man thought that once Lin Mu knew his advantage, he would absolutely be unable to resist this temptation.
As long as Lin Mu agrees to his request, then the monthly remuneration of three hundred yuan can fall into his hands.
It's beautiful to think about it.
"Hehe, old man, have you misunderstood? I am not short of money." Lin Mu shook his head and said.
The old man was stunned when he heard the words, as if he didn't expect that he would lower the price to such a level, Lin Mu actually refused!.