Chapter 9: From Fear to Bankruptcy

The silence did bring some comfort to Kitahara Yukina.

In this situation, there was no need for the other party to deceive him.

His gaze rested on the jars, and his palms involuntarily started to sweat.

He was a very ambitious person and, as an ordinary man, had already made a huge fortune. But precisely because of this, he was more afraid of death.

"I wonder how much these jars are worth?" He tentatively asked, while glaring fiercely at his still trembling eldest son, compared to him, his second son, who had already tried hard to calm himself down, was obviously more outstanding.

"These are just level one jars, worth fifty thousand each." Silence raised five fingers.

Fifty thousand?

Kitahara Yukina was somewhat surprised.

Not because it was expensive, but because it was unexpectedly cheap?

After all, in the other party's mouth, these jars were "able to obtain eternal life and power."

"Just starting out in business, it is natural to start with small things and establish trust." Shen Mo seemed to know what he was thinking and laughed lightly, "As a businessman, I value the word trust very much."

"...Good!" Kitahara Yukina also showed his courage as the head of the family.

He reached out his hand and respectfully placed the five hundred thousand coins in front of Shen Mo.

"Then, the deal is made." Shen Mo waved his hand, and the coins disappeared without a trace, "Don't you want to open them and have a look? Believe me, I won't let the customer down."

Kitahara Yukina's palm trembled slightly.

If it was just a simple purchase and it ended there, it would be perfect, but unfortunately, it was apparently not that simple.

Taking a deep breath, he reached out his hand and was about to open it.

"Father." His second son suddenly spoke up, "Let me do it."

"Ryuta..." Kitahara Yukina was moved. After all, no one knew what would happen when these jars were opened.

But he still nodded.

The Kitahara family couldn't be without him.

Ryuta Kitahara was also sweating profusely, carefully looking at Shen Mo before gritting his teeth and opening one of the jars.

There was a halo inside.

"Congratulations——"

Shen Mo's sudden voice frightened all three of them.

"The first jar opened turned out to be a rare item worth sixty thousand." Shen Mo smiled with congratulations and waved his hand, and the small halo flew up, "This is an experience group, representing the experience of a person wielding a sword 1,400 times. So, would the customer like to try it?"

Yes, this was a customized product.

Although the price of customized products was very high.

But Shen Mo had controlled the cost to the lowest limit of six hundred transaction points.

The key was.

Its magical effect could make these trembling customers relax and increase their interest.

Facing Shen Mo's smile, Kitahara Yukina fell silent.

"Father." Ryuta Kitahara still spoke up, "Please let me try."

"Ryuta." Kitahara Yukina showed a relieved look, "It seems that I cared too little about you in the past."

He didn't really like this second son, but his performance today had made Kitahara Yukina very happy.

"Unexpectedly, it's real!"

Kitahara Yukina couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He knew his second son very well, because he was physically weak and had never exercised, and had always been studying.

But this water bubble.

Clearly, it was newly sharpened from sword practice!

And the skilled sword movements.

How did he do it?

In addition to being shocked, Kitahara Yukina also felt his scalp tingling. This exceeded his understanding ability.

Shen Mo with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he calmly adjusted his collar, which was not messy, and then said softly:

"This is the magic of the jar, which contains products that you can't imagine."

"So, should we continue?"

His words seemed to remind these people, and Kitahara Yukina suddenly realized.

Looking at the remaining nine jars.

Some even coveted them.

He has already vaguely realized.

This may not be a crisis for their Kitahara family, but an opportunity, a huge opportunity!

The next jar.

He opened it personally.

Inside was... a dagger.

"Ordinary products are also available," Shen Mo shrugged slightly, "after all, this is only the cheapest level of jar."

Ordinary?

Kitahara Yukina held it in his hand. The cold blade reflected his haggard face under the candlelight, and the sharp edge even pierced his eyes with pain.

This is a rare weapon.

When he was young, the fearless Yukita Kitahara immediately understood the function of this groove.

"Great knife," he exclaimed.

"Please continue," Shen Mo urged him.

Maintaining this mirror space costs more than these goods.

He needed to sell twenty sets of Level 1 jars as soon as possible and start selling Level 2 jars.

"Yes!"

Kitahara Yukita had also recovered from his initial fear, looking at Shen Mo with a mix of respect and excitement.

Even the eldest son who had behaved badly stopped shaking and looked at the remaining jars with some curiosity and even eagerness.

Shen Mo already saw what was going to happen next.

From fear, to anticipation, to obsession.

And finally, bankruptcy.

One can after another was opened, revealing various miraculous items.

This series belonged to the "Swordsmanship Series" in Shen Mo's composition, so he put weapons, swordsmanship experience, sword technique secrets, and even a trace of sword intent from the world of sword immortals in it.

Even though it was very subtle and fleeting, it still shocked the three people in front of him.

They did not comprehend anything substantial, but it seemed like they "saw" the power of a sword that could cut mountains and rivers in one strike.

It was an unimaginable realm, like that of a god.

After these ten cans were opened, Shen Mo simply gave a suggestion.

Without hesitation, Kitahara Yukita decided to continue purchasing jars.

His gaze had already become fanatic.