The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 195 Night Mooring Stone

"Hey, sir, welcome to Jie Cui Hang. Would you like to try your luck by cutting two rough stones today? It's cheap and fun, and maybe you'll get rich before you know it."

"Raw stones? No, no, we are here to pick...what kind of stones?"

"Night Stone, the quality must be at least candlelight grade."

"A candle-level night-moor stone...? Hmm, so you're not a tourist. Excuse me, I'll get the goods right away..."

"Wow, they are so blatantly cheating outsiders, and the Rock King Emperor doesn't care?"

"..."

The corner of Zhongli's eye twitched, and he ignored the noisy dead snake. While the boss was getting the goods, he turned to introduce to Ying, Paimon and Tartaglia what the Candlelight-level Night Stone was.

This guy relies on the fact that other people can't see him or hear him, and he keeps harassing us like this. We can't do that. We have to think of some way... Zhongli narrowed his eyes slightly.

Soon, the boss brought three pieces of Yebo stone that all looked excellent, and boasted half out of habit and half sincerely: "What do you think of this? We are a time-honored jade brand in Jie Cui Hang. Look at the quality! It is absolutely excellent, it is simply a rare gift from the King of Rock. Feel free to choose whatever you like."

"Mr. Zhongli has ever bestowed such a gift?"

"All three look good. Which one should we choose?"

"What do you think, Mr. Zhongli?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhongli, who thought seriously for a few seconds and looked at the boss of Jie Cuihang with a calm expression: "Boss, I want them all."

Ying and Paimon's eyes widened immediately, as if they had heard something incredible.

How could anyone buy things like this? And the boss of Jie Cui Hang almost had the words "Some of the three Yebo stones are real or fake, it all depends on your eyesight" written on his face. How could he just wave his hand and say he wanted all of them?
Are you rich?!

The two were about to stop him when Tartaglia laughed heartily, his words glowing with gold: "Mr. Zhongli's decision is perfect! Boss, pack them up, we want them all!"

Ying & Paimon: “!!!”

What the hell is going on with you guys? !
The two men's eyes widened again.

"okay!"

The boss was delighted, and he quickly took out the exquisite take-away box, while saying some worthless nice things: "I have long seen that the two gentlemen are extraordinary, and they are really generous!"

Such a fool who is easy to be cheated, no, such a kind-hearted master who is not particular about details, you can't meet one in ten years! What's the point of saying a few nice words?
The little mascot quickly spoke up to stop them: "No! Wait! Aren't we going to discuss this again?"

"What are we still discussing? Wouldn't it be more convenient to just buy them all?"

Tartaglia looked puzzled.

"Eh? It seems to be convenient... No! Is this a question of whether it is convenient or not?!"

Paimon shook his head vigorously, put his hands on his hips, and said with a tone of regret: "If only one kind of ritual is needed, wouldn't it be a waste of three times the Mora if we buy them all?!"

"Hmm? Shouldn't it be twice as much?"

"That's not important! What's important is the waste! Waste is shameful!"

"It doesn't matter. I don't care, and Pantalone doesn't care either... Well, he probably doesn't care."

"Who is Pantalone?"

"The founder of the Northland Bank, the ninth executive officer of the Fatui, codenamed [Rich Man]. When I was on a business trip to Liyue Harbor, he reimbursed the operating expenses, and this time he also reimbursed me for the Immortal Ceremony."

"Is the founder of Northland Bank so generous?"

"perhaps?"

Tartaglia thought for a moment, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. If he cares, you can take this opportunity to fight him."

"Are the Fatui executive officers going to fight among themselves?!"

The little mascot was shocked.

the other side,
The boss of Jie Cuihang was holding three exquisite small boxes containing Yebo Stones. He looked a little hesitant. His eyes moved between Ying and Zhongli, and he locked his eyes on Zhongli decisively: "Sir, take a look at these Yebo Stones... do you want more?" This blond stranger looked very smart and virtuous, but it was easier to deal with this sir who said "I want them all".

"Of course I want it."

Zhongli nodded, glanced at the three small boxes, and said in a gentle voice, "Boss, please give me one box for each of the three types of Night Stones."

"Okay, sir! No problem, sir! Wait a moment, sir, I'll get it right away!"

The boss almost jumped up, twisting his round body to run to the warehouse himself, then he thought of something, stopped, coughed lightly, and glared at the "idle" guy on the side: "What are you standing there for! Why don't you go and get the Night Mooring Stones that the masters want? I want the best, and I dare not adulterate them!"

"Yes! Boss!"

"And the rest of you, hurry up and move the chairs over! And get my tea leaves, and entertain the masters!"

"Yes! Boss!"

The guys at Jie Cuihang became busy, some moved chairs, some served tea, and some ran to the warehouse without forgetting to take the carts with them.

"Sit down, haha, and have some tea."

The boss had an unusually enthusiastic smile on his face. After seeing Zhongli and the others were seated, he happily sat down, occupying only half of the chair. "Hehe... Gentlemen, don't blame me for being nosy. I'm just curious. What do you want so many top-quality Night Stones for?"

"Well... it's okay. It's used to make instruments for the Sending Immortals Ceremony."

Zhongli did not hide anything, nor did he need to hide anything. His tone was calm, but he glanced at an empty place before speaking, with a smile in his eyes.

Chen Tianfeng was standing there, mumbling something, but it was hard to hear clearly.

"Send, send the Immortal Ceremony?"

The boss was stunned for a moment, his smile slowly faded, and his brows furrowed: "Sir, please don't lie to me."

How could such an important event as the Immortal Sending Ceremony be entrusted to these people who seem to know nothing?
The waiter at the side looked at Zhongli and suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly came behind the boss of Jie Cuihang and whispered something.

The boss's expression changed several times. He looked at Zhongli with surprise at first, and then with a bit of respect. He stood up and bowed to Zhongli: "So the master is Mr. Zhongli, a guest of Wangsheng Hall! How disrespectful!"

"Oh, you're welcome, boss."

Zhongli also stood up.

"Mr. Zhongli, you just said that this Yebo Stone is used to make instruments for the Immortal Sending Ceremony. Is that true?"

“Nothing false.”

"so……"

The boss struggled for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and seemed to have made a decision. He looked up at Zhongli with a sincere smile: "Mr. Zhongli...ah, Mr. Zhongli, please sit down first."

Seeing Zhongli sitting down, the boss continued, "Haha, it's like this. I suddenly remembered that when I was sorting out the warehouse a few days ago, there was a problem with the Yebo Stone sign. Although it's not a big deal, I'm still worried that my employees might have made a mistake... So, I'll go and keep an eye on it myself to avoid any mistakes and cause trouble for Mr. Zhongli."

He turned these words over in his mind several times before he finally spoke them out. Then he met Zhongli's deep golden eyes and his breathing immediately stopped: "Mr. Zhongli..."

"Oh, then I'll have to trouble you, boss."

"Yes, yes, no, no, not at all."

The boss hurried out the door, and when the wind blew, he realized that his forehead was covered with sweat. He raised his hand to wipe it, and then slapped himself lightly.

Shitou, oh Shitou, this is Prince Yan’s immortal sending-off ceremony. Even if you lose everything you have, you cannot allow inferior products to appear in the ceremony!

He muttered to himself, walked towards the warehouse, then suddenly looked back and laughed at himself.

Yes, how could Mr. Zhongli not guess and see through my little tricks?

Just don't expose it.

(End of this chapter)