Chapter 462: What is a Top Sales Champion

Opera Path Ancient Treasury.

"Achoo!"

"Achoo!!"

"—Achoo!!!"

Eldest Senior Brother Ning Ruyu sneezed three times in a row, rubbed his nose with a strange expression, feeling somewhat suspicious and uneasy.

"Eldest Senior Brother, do you have a cold?" The End-Role beside him asked in confusion.

The bright sun hung in the blue sky. Ning Ruyu sat in a rocking chair, as if enjoying a sunbath... He looked at himself with a strange expression and said uncertainly:

"I don't know... that shouldn't be..."

"Speaking of which, I’ve encountered some strange things recently," the Third Senior Brother, also sitting in a rocking chair, said in a deep voice.

"What?"

"I only realized while cleaning the kitchen this morning that when I was cooking last night, I mistook sugar for salt."

"...What kind of strange thing is that? You just grabbed the wrong one!"

The Third Senior Brother turned to look at them calmly. "Did any of you taste it?"

Ning Ruyu, Luan Mei, and the End-Role were all stunned, falling into deep thought.

"...No."

"I was wondering why the food didn't taste as good last night; I didn't even finish my big bowl..." Ning Ruyu’s brows furrowed tighter. "Did we... lose our sense of taste?"

"That's not right. I tasted the food at lunch today; you put too much salt in it," the End-Role said firmly.

"It seems it was only yesterday; it returned to normal today."

"That shouldn't be... Why would we lose our sense of taste for no reason?"

Luan Mei thought seriously for a long time and proposed a possibility:

"Could it be... karmic backlash?"

"Karmic backlash? You mean that gold?" The End-Role shook his head. "How much karma could that little bit of gold cause? In previous years, the backlash was at most occasionally tripping while walking on the road..."

"Yeah, for so many years, there has never been a backlash that could directly affect us... It’s just some gold, surely not?"

"Maybe we just caught a cold these past two days."

"Speaking of which, Junior Brother has been down the mountain for a few days now... I wonder how he’s doing?"

"With Fifth Brother there, there’s certainly no danger, but whether he can make money is hard to say..."

"What was the highest amount we’ve sold before?"

"It was the year Second Senior Sister went; she earned nearly 40 million, enough for a full year’s salary. She was our sales champion."

"Right, I remember now. The day Second Senior Sister came back, even Master couldn't help but toast her."

"He was smiling like a chrysanthemum."

The four figures sat neatly in their rocking chairs, chatting while sunbathing, in an atmosphere of peaceful years.

Just then, a faint light flashed across the sky, and all four were startled, saying with pleasant surprise:

"Junior Brother is back?!"

"Let's go, hurry and meet him!"

The four immediately sat up from their rocking chairs and walked straight toward the House of Old Six.

White clouds drifted across the sky. When the four arrived at the door of the House of Old Six, they saw a figure in red dragging a cart, walking toward them from the end of the grassland...

Black cloth covered the cart, looking like a small mountain. Seeing this, the seniors sighed and whispered:

"It seems Junior Brother didn't manage to sell everything after all..."

"But looking at the volume, it’s much less than when he left. He must have had some gains."

"Junior Brother lacks strength and experience, after all. Selling that much is already quite good."

"Everyone pay attention in a moment, try to praise Junior Brother as much as possible."

"Okay."

After the four finished whispering, they stood in their places, looking toward the direction Chen Ling was walking with bright smiles. Even Luan Mei, the Plum Blossom K who was usually as cold as an iceberg, had a faint smile on her lips, elegant and gratified.

Chen Ling pushed the cart to the four seniors and smiled:

"I was just planning to visit you all, I didn't expect everyone to be here."

"Junior Brother has returned in triumph, so we, as your seniors, naturally have to welcome you," the End-Role said gently.

"That's right, it’s good to be back!" Ning Ruyu patted Chen Ling’s shoulder. "You’ve worked hard on this training trip."

"Thank you for your concern, seniors. Chen Ling has not failed the mission."

Chen Ling said sincerely.

"Eh, Junior Brother, it’s good that you’re back safe. As for how much gold you sold, it doesn't really matter."

"Exactly, it’s just a training trip. Being able to sell some is already quite good."

"I’ll cook a few more dishes tonight to welcome Junior Brother home."

The seniors spoke as if they didn't care at all, as if they hadn't been so poor they couldn't afford a meal two days ago, but were instead some wealthy people from who knows where.

Chen Ling’s expression was a bit strange seeing this.

After the praise and the buildup were sufficient, Ning Ruyu asked as if he didn't care:

"By the way, Junior Brother, how many pieces of gold are left this time? So Third and Fourth Brother can send them back into the movie later, we can use them again next time."

Chen Ling thought for a moment. "Eleven pieces left."

"Only eleven pieces left? That’s really quite good." Ning Ruyu looked around. "Eh, then what about the money you sold them for? Did you keep it in your pocket?"

"Oh, it didn't fit in my pocket, it’s all here."

Chen Ling grabbed the black cloth covering the cart and pulled hard. A mountain of banknote boxes was suddenly exposed before everyone’s eyes...

The four were stunned in place.

"This is..."

"Banknotes." Chen Ling casually took out a box and opened it. The banknotes overflowed, spilling onto the ground like a waterfall.

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Seeing the banknotes all over the ground, the seniors were dumbfounded. The End-Role looked up blankly at the mountain made of dozens of boxes and said uncertainly:

"These... are all???"

"They are all." Chen Ling patted the cart. "A total of 230 million. Please count them, seniors."

"How much?????"

"How much?!!!"

The first sentence was said by the four dumbfounded seniors;

The latter sentence was said by the young Master, who was hiding in the void and fell to the ground in shock, his face full of bewilderment.

Several figures turned their heads at the same time, their gazes converging on the Master, their expressions incredibly colorful.

"Cough, cough..." The Master also realized he had lost his composure. He patted the dust off his clothes, pondered for a long time, and asked cautiously, "230 million?? Old Six, are you serious??"

"Of course I’m serious." Chen Ling pushed all the banknote boxes to the ground and opened them one by one. Countless banknotes were displayed before them, making everyone’s eyes pop out.

Chen Ling spread his hands gently,

"230 million, not a cent less, it’s all here."