"Weapons," Ye Xinning calmly replied. "Ordinary firearms can still be somewhat effective against Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator. If we can get our hands on such weapons and sell them in Kyushu, both Mortals and low-Realm Cultivator will be envious."
An Chen swallowed, a silent sigh of admiration in his heart.
Ye Xinning really dared to think big!
"That's not very realistic. We can't get that kind of stuff at all. You know how strict firearms control is in China. But you're right, weapons that are effective for low-Realm Cultivator would definitely be snatched up if they were really thrown into Kyushu..."
In Kyushu, the status of Cultivator is supreme; Mortals could never pose a threat to Cultivator.
But if modern thermal weapons were to spread there, that might not be the case...
Not only would Mortals have the capital to contend with low-Realm Cultivator, but other low-Realm Cultivator could also arm themselves with these weapons.
Who would still buy those broken Magical Artifacts and Talismans then?
But this kind of thing is just a thought.
And even if they could really get their hands on weapons...
An Chen imagined a large group of people in the Cultivation World running around the mountains with modern weapons, shooting wildly with guns...
It was a bit unbearable to look at...
How would wars in Kyushu be fought then? By throwing spiritual power missiles?
"Then what kind of business do you think we should do?"
"I originally had an immature idea," An Chen said, stroking his chin. "At the time, I wanted to sell cosmetics, but there was one problem: the target customers would mostly be Mortals, and the money earned would be Kyushu's Mortal currency, not Spirit Stones. Even if converted, the efficiency of earning Spirit Stones would be very low."
"Why can't the customers be Cultivator?"
Ye Xinning was a little confused.
"Mortals can use makeup, but Cultivator can't?"
"Cultivation can cleanse the body, expelling Impurities and toxins, which is why most Cultivator are not ugly. Furthermore, Cultivator of higher Realms can easily change their appearance and physique, so would these so-called cosmetics truly appeal to these handsome men and beautiful women?"
Ye Xinning nodded thoughtfully.
"It seems... there's some truth to that..."
"You don't understand women at all, kid!"
Hong Shan, who was off to the side, suddenly spoke excitedly, startling both of them.
"Hehe, kid, this is where you're taking things for granted, isn't it?" Hong Shan chuckled. "Who ever thinks they're too beautiful! It's not that Kyushu doesn't have so-called cosmetics; things like rouge and powder sell very well. Being beautiful is one thing, and wearing makeup is another!"
"You... know so much?"
Ye Xinning's mouth fell open, a little surprised as she spoke.
"I understand women!"
Hong Shan laughed heartily.
In reality, it was just because the female Cultivator who liked to play mahjong at his mahjong parlor were all heavily made up, looking charming and alluring, and he liked to peek at them from upstairs when he was in the shop.
"You understand women, yet you don't have a wife?"
Ye Xinning was highly skeptical of this.
"I said I like freedom!"
But An Chen carefully considered this idea.
He indeed didn't understand women very well, much less makeup.
Thinking about it this way, what Hong Shan said did make sense.
Being beautiful is one thing, but making oneself even more beautiful is another.
Originally being good-looking simply means a higher lower limit, but if one applies makeup well, then the upper limit is high.
Rarely, An Chen suddenly felt like he had "learned something."
"In Kyushu, how developed are cosmetics?"
An Chen suddenly looked at Hong Shan and asked.
"They're just some rouge, powder, lipstick, and lip balm-like things. I've seen lipstick here with you, and it's much better than Kyushu's. People in Kyushu are all thinking about how to do Alchemy to make themselves more beautiful, and they've neglected how to 'decorate' their own faces, so these cosmetics are far inferior to yours."
When he came here decades ago, the cosmetics here were already far ahead of Kyushu, and now there's no need to mention it; the variety of cosmetics is dazzling, and Hong Shan doesn't even know what some of them are for.
"Then we can do this business." An Chen slapped his thigh. "But there's still one problem: here, we can ship through Sun Zhijun, but in Kyushu, how do we sell these items from another world?"
In both worlds, they faced the same problem.
The spread of Transmigration in Kyushu was slow, but it would soon become known, so they couldn't expose their identity as Transcendents in Kyushu either.
They still needed to find a reliable person to sell the goods.
Actually, An Chen's first thought was Zhang Youcai, but he quickly dismissed that possibility.
Zhang Youcai belonged not to a faction, but to Jubao Daoren, a Loose Cultivator. Jubao Daoren and Selling Goods Immortal were indeed good at trading things in the Cultivation World, but they were just independent sellers, not selling goods every day. They often only appeared once every few weeks or months, making their selling efficiency too low.
Moreover, Zhang Youcai was also a greedy person; although young, he was a shrewd businessman, and doing business with him would result in too low a profit.
The most important reason was that Zhang Youcai was captured by Kunpeng, and he probably wouldn't be seen on Earth again.
"We still need a middleman; it's fine to let them earn a bit of the difference."
Ye Xinning said.
The two easily agreed on this point; they were both cautious people, so they would be extra careful in such matters.
"Actually... you can just ask me."
Hong Shan spread his hands, sighing somewhat helplessly.
"Even if you, my disciple, directly asked me for money, I could give it to you."
"No."
Ye Xinning, however, firmly shook her head.
An Chen could well understand why she so resolutely refused Hong Shan's money. In fact, even he would have had the thought of refusing it at first.
They were poor, but they were also people who earned their living with their own hands. Ye Xinning couldn't find as much work as An Chen, but she also managed to survive by "part-time" work as a dorm supervisor at night and helping out in the cafeteria in the afternoon for a meager subsidy, plus her student aid.
They both disliked charity from others.
An Chen didn't understand Ye Xinning, but An Chen hated the expression of pity when others put money in his hand and looked at him.
Even if he knew it was friendly help, he would feel his self-esteem being brutally thrown to the ground and trampled. He could even inexplicably feel a kind of arrogance from the "ordinary people" on the other side.
He wasn't destined to be poor or have a difficult life. What he wanted wasn't the pity and charity of these people, or rather, what he wanted was just an ordinary life; he just wanted everything to have never happened.
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