The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 300 - 298 Setting up a Stall

There were ten different avatars to choose from with the paper figure, and she had picked one at random, without a fixed image.

At that moment, she and Fu Yunhe looked like a couple of rural villagers, one a hearty countrywoman, the other an honest and straightforward old farmer.

“It’s our first time here.”

By then, Shutong had already taken out her wares, with an assortment of wood carvings casually placed on the ground.

Yes, on the ground.

Shutong wasn’t experienced in setting up a stall and hadn’t thought to bring a piece of cloth or anything.

The neighboring stall owner, Uncle, was very enthusiastic, though, as he pulled out a cloth from a box behind him and handed it over to the two.

“Spread this out, spread this out.”

“Ah? Thank you,” Shutong accepted it, spread it out, and arranged her wood carvings.

At this point, the neighboring stall owner, Uncle, finally had a clear view of what the two were selling, all wood carvings.

Uncle was puzzled. These wood carvings looked rather new?

But the craftsmanship was definitely top-grade.

Uncle even leaned over towards Shutong to take a closer look.

Shutong casually picked up one, a carving in the image of the Maitreya Buddha, and handed it to Uncle saying, “Feel free to look.”

“Ah… thank you, thank you.”

Uncle grabbed the Maitreya Buddha wood carving with both hands, and when he inspected it, his shock was unhidden.

This skill was more than just good.

It was nothing short of reaching the pinnacle.

Which master could it have come from?

To his knowledge, the masters of today wouldn’t be able to complete a wood carving in a month.

That meant…

Uncle’s gaze flitted to the next stall where twenty or so wood carvings of various sizes were arranged indiscriminately, each appearing no less than the Buddha in his hands.

Turbulent waves crashed in Uncle’s heart.

The two next to him must be a grandmaster, donning a paper figure disguise.

Only a grandmaster could reluctantly present so many masterpieces.

Stall owner Uncle toyed with the Maitreya Buddha wood carving in his hand, unable to let go.

Finally, he inquired, “May I ask, how much does this Buddha require to invite?”

To invite Buddha?

This was a respectful expression, one did not speak of buying or selling.

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However, how much it cost was something Shutong really hadn’t considered.

After thinking it over, her carving was larger than the one she had seen yesterday, more delicate, and moreover, she had carved it herself with Spiritual Power—a higher price should be no issue.

“Five hundred thousand Star Coins.”

The stall owner looked at Nian Shutong incredulously, prompting Shutong to immediately wonder, had she asked for too much?

“Actually…”

“I’ll buy it!”

Shutong hadn’t finished speaking when the uncle stall owner was the first to speak up.

He thought, at the very least, it would be upwards of a million, but it was only five hundred thousand.

He had to buy it!

The two completed the transaction smoothly, all that was left was for Shutong to send the goods to the stall owner uncle when she logged off the Star Network.

Transactions within the Star Network are protected as long as they are willingly agreed upon by both parties.

If one does not want to be listed as a dishonest person, or intends to continue using the Star Network, then there’s no such thing as running away from the bill.

The buyer is also protected by the Star Network; their money is currently held in an escrow bank within the network, and only after a certain number of days will it be transferred to the seller.

After the transaction, many stall owners nearby curiously gathered around.

This gathering was significant; not one of the stall owners who came over left empty-handed.

Nian Shutong felt a bit dizzy from selling at her stall; she hadn’t encountered a single person who haggled, and Yun He beside her didn’t say a word.

Only when the wood carvings on her stall were completely sold out did she realize one thing: she definitely sold them too cheap.

However, she thought about the cost-free wood and a morning’s carving time, which allowed her to earn as much as ten million, and she was very satisfied.

This was more hassle-free than any poetry competition, and the key was she felt guilty participating in those competitions, but for the wood carving, she was full of confidence.

After the two sold everything, they returned the cloth to the stall owner, packed up their baskets, and logged off the Star Network.

After they left, the nearby stall owners burst into an intense discussion.

Stall owner one: This must be someone from a master carver’s house!

Stall owner two: Could it be a spendthrift child sneaking on here?

Stall owner three: Whatever it is, I paid.

Stall owner four: Exactly, such top-grade goods, there’s no way I could return them.

Stall owner uncle: I don’t know which master it is who has so much stock.

Stall owner five: It doesn’t look like stock; the wood feels quite fresh.

Shutong was unaware and unconcerned about the discussions happening on the Star Network, and as soon as she returned, she immediately arranged for the goods to be shipped.

After shipping the goods, she waited to receive her money.

Afterward, Shutong said to Yun He, who was helping her, “This line of work, although profitable, is not good if you throw out too much.”

“So what?”

“So, next time we’ll change our look and sell stone carvings, bamboo carvings—there’s always something for us to sell,” Shutong said, quite pleased with her own idea, even beginning to prepare for it.

Yun He wasn’t much help, turned and left on his own to look into other matters.

But he reminded himself to work hard to earn money.

It was just that Shutong had too many alternate identities, each one able to make money.

If he didn’t work hard, he really wouldn’t be able to keep up.

That evening, Shutong finished carving another batch of stone carvings.

However, she wasn’t in a rush to sell them; she’d wait another couple of days.

After the live stream ended that night, Yun He gestured to Shutong, signaling her to wait.

Shutong didn’t move, but greeted the few people around her, watching them all leave.

“What’s up, beauty?”

Shutong nonchalantly leaned back in her chair, lifting the back two legs off the ground.

She rocked back and forth on the chair, looking like it could tip over at any moment.

Yun He walked past the kitchen, pulled out a chair, and said to Shutong, “Ha Ha is having a birthday soon.”

Shutong retracted her foot from the wall, and the chair snapped back down, all four legs landing solidly.

“How did you know Ha Ha is having a birthday? Did he tell you?”

Shutong was truly unaware and said, “That’s not right; if Ha Ha had a birthday, he would definitely tell me, he wouldn’t think to tell you!”

“Could it be that something happened between you two while taking a medicinal bath? A sudden leap in your relationship?”