Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 14 Old Wang Next Door Plays Really Tricks

have to say.

Good things are good, and the effects of the "Positive Energy" potion and the "Knife Pulls Butt" potion have indeed attracted many inquiries from buyers.

Although most people didn't buy, two copies of "Positive and Uplifting" and one copy of "Small Knife Pulls Buttocks" were still sold, for 2500 and 2900 yuan respectively.

Unfortunately, all the orders were from out of town, so he could only send them by express delivery and wait until the goods were delivered before he could get the 5,400 yuan locked in the platform.

If it's local, that's great; you can just pay for the goods directly.

To be honest, these two potions aren't actually expensive at this price.

Because their material costs are very high, and their refining costs are also very high.

Don't be fooled by how relaxed Fu Chen seems; if it were anyone else, they definitely wouldn't have been able to handle it in less than a day or two.

The material cost is almost negligible, and the time cost is five hours, so selling it quickly at a price slightly lower than the market price is a good option for Fu Chen.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Fu Chen stood up, stretched vigorously, and yawned. "Ah, that feels great!"

Since the link has already been set up on Xianyu, he can just wait for buyers to come and inquire, and he doesn't need to bother anymore.

And then...

We really want to thank our lovely neighbor, Uncle Wang.

Showing concern for one's own family day after day, year after year, and constantly talking about it, one naturally has to repay this kindness.

But now is not the time...

It was close to 10 p.m.

Following Uncle Wang's habit next door...

He usually goes out for a smoke around this time, throws out the trash, and turns off the lights promptly at 10:10.

Of course, after 10:10, the weak and sweet voices of Old Wang and his wife would appear.

Unfortunately, the sound usually only lasts for three minutes.

Old Wang is over forty, so I can understand.

Oh, you're asking why Fu Chen knows so much?

That's because his room was right next to Old Wang and his wife's room, with less than half a meter between the walls.

Previously, as a third-tier martial artist, his physical functions and various sensory states were terrifyingly powerful.

Their voices and the surrounding noises were all clearly audible, as if they were floating in my ears.

Therefore, he was very familiar with Lao Wang's daily routine and habits.

Besides, since Lao Wang cared so much about their family, Fu Chen had to reciprocate. So, Fu Chen had already spread all the gossip about Lao Wang and his wife long ago.

"The guy who's three minutes past ten" is a nickname given to him by the neighbors.

ten o'clock.

Old Wang was in an extremely good mood after having a big meal with his son who had just returned home.

Today is the first day of school for students, and also the day Fu Chen enters Pei Cai Middle School. He has finally emerged from the darkness shrouded in the memory of Fu Chen's talent. With comparison, he feels even more that his son is promising.

So he drank two cups with his good son and was overjoyed.

"Son, go to bed early and study hard tomorrow. Be steady and careful, and don't be like Fu Chen who drools like that. Otherwise, all the years of your parents' hard work in raising you will have been wasted, understand?"

Old Wang, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a garbage bag in his hand, came out of his house right on time.

He patted the cigarette ash off his loose white vest, and his flip-flops clicked loudly.

"Karaoke in the villa, silver arowana in the pool..."

He was humming a song and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Glancing sideways, he happened to see Fu Chen walking out of the house.

A contemptuous and mocking smile appeared on his lips: "Xiao Chen, going out so late? Oh, by the way, I made a lot of food at home tonight. If you don't mind, you can take some home for breakfast tomorrow?"

Old Wang smiled as he opened the black garbage bag, inside which were bags of leftover chicken, lobster shells, scallop shells, and ginseng soup mix.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang. I'm going out for a walk. Please take your time."

As they passed each other, Fu Chen turned to the side and put the indescribably colored [Small Knife Pulls Buttocks] potion, stored in a dropper, into the dropper.

It was slipped onto the back of Old Wang's plaid shorts without being noticed.

Hey.

cut.

Old Wang raised an eyebrow, one eye bigger than the other, rolled his eyes, and went home.

"The potion's effects last for exactly ten minutes..."

Fu Chen stared at the time and sat down on the stone bench by the door.

Ten, nine, eight…

Three...two...one!

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Ahhhhh!

A wail... no, it wasn't just a pure wail, because there was a certain charm to the scream, as if it contained a hint of groaning, unbearable and endless pain.

Old Wang turned on the light in his bedroom.

Two figures were visible in the bedroom light. One was the somewhat hunched and bloated figure of Old Wang, who was holding his buttocks. The other was Old Wang's bewildered wife.

If they need help, the neighbors might turn a blind eye, but if there's gossip to watch, they'll flock to them!

So this scene was witnessed by almost a group of neighbors.

Old Wang went mad, writhing in agony, feeling as if his wound was being torn apart by a thousand knives. This was the extreme and cruel pain of "pulling a knife down the buttocks".

He was sweating profusely, his sweat kept running, and his wife stood anxiously by his side, not knowing what to do.

Old Wang could only clutch his backside and frantically run downstairs for help, staggering through the crowd, his cries going unanswered...

He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, but he didn't need to speak.

I'm clutching my butt; it hurts. Ten o'clock is supposed to be the time I spend with my wife…

The gossipy neighbors would naturally imagine what had just happened.

Holy crap!

"Old Wang and his family have enough to live on! Are they still playing with a 4i at middle age?"

"Six hundred and sixty-six."

"At first, I found Old Wang's groans and wails quite annoying, but after listening to them for a while, I gradually began to feel a strange kind of emotion..."

"I never expected that Old Wang was actually an old god."

"That's fucking gay!"

Help, help me...

Old Wang shed pitiful tears.

Fu Chen thoughtfully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I naturally feel sorry for him, but the twelve hours it will take for my dear Uncle Wang to take effect.

Duang!

Achievement Completed: The Trash's Revenge

[Reward]: Martial arts strength restriction removed for 1 hour, physical constitution +0.5.

Fu Chen, who was silently watching the show, felt his phone vibrate against his thigh.

There's new information on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace platform).

I clicked in and took a look.

【天天添小学】: Bro, you're pretty awesome. Did you make this potion yourself?

Fu Chen typed a reply.

【操司你冯】: No, it was brought back from abroad by a friend, you know that.

【天天添小学】：Then you must be pretty amazing too.

【操司你冯】: I'm a newbie, I haven't even started practicing alchemy.

【天天添小学】: Brother, you're too modest. Everyone has their own expertise, so your martial arts must be amazing.

【操司你冯】: Same here, I haven't even gotten started yet, it's driving me crazy... Bro, do you want it or not?

[Tian Tian Tian Elementary School]: Sure, how many do you have? I'll pack them up! Looking at your address, are you also in the New District? I'm busy and can't leave, can you deliver them to me? No need to go through the platform's handling fees, you can get the money directly.

The other party sent over the address, and Fu Chen noticed it was a bit remote.

It's even more remote than Pei-Cai Middle School.