Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1738 - 952: Business Tycoon

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the western sky with fiery hues, its lingering glow graced the faces of those strolling along Temple Street.

"Still 66 yuan in debt."

"Owe 57 yuan."

"This round was a huge success, only 28 yuan left to owe!"

With every sale, Xue Yuantong’s cheerful chatter filled Jiang Ning’s ear.

"One yuan for three rings, three rings, cheaper than anywhere else!" Boss Zhuang’s voice boomed.

"Forget it, let’s try next door; ten yuan will let us play for a long time," a young couple decided, moving away from the stall.

Chen Siyu whispered through gritted teeth, "It’s so infuriating, that’s the third time they’ve snatched our customers!"

As she and her sister watched with cold detachment, seeing the young couple handed over twenty yuan next door, Chen Siyu felt a chill creep into her heart.

Nothing in this world would sway her emotions again.

She was on her way to becoming a ruthless and shrewd businesswoman, one who would command the business world.

"Siyu, gather the rings," Xue Yuantong instructed.

Chen Siyu quickly stooped down, responding with a grin, "Hehe, coming right up!"

More people began to throng Temple Street, their comings and goings infusing the atmosphere with a vibrant energy.

It was the weekend, and inevitably, students were out enjoying themselves. Amidst the crowd, Jiang Ning also spotted a few familiar faces.

"Jiang Ning? You’re setting up a stall?" Zhang Chi exclaimed in surprise.

He recalled that Jiang Ning wasn't short on pocket money, was he?

Zhang Chi, a keen entrepreneur, typically eschewed the dorm during holidays, constantly seeking out new business ventures.

Chen Siyu chimed in, "We’re here to experience life!"

Zhang Chi, intending to inquire about their earnings, sensed the awkwardness of the situation and suppressed the question, planning to discuss it upon their return to school the following day.

From the adjacent stall, another voice called out, "One yuan for three rings, the cheapest around, come and play!"

Zhang Chi turned his head, saying, "I’m a student, give me a turn, and I’ll play."

Boss Zhuang muttered under his breath, "Are you sick?"

Zhang Chi bristled, retort was sharp, "Damn it!"

He pulled out a yuan coin. "Give me three rings!"

Normally, the boss had a minimum charge of five yuan, but this young man's audacity irked him, so he only handed over three rings, intending to trick him slightly.

Zhang Chi raised his hand and hurled the ring towards a large, round watermelon.

As the ring sailed through the air, Jiang Ning paused for a moment, then discreetly channeled his spiritual power to subtly influence its trajectory.

In the next instant, the ring landed perfectly around the watermelon.

Zhang Chi stared, dumbfounded, then erupted in joy, "My melon, I got my melon!"

The boss's face darkened. "Finish your turn, and then you can claim your prize!"

Zhang Chi tossed his hand again, and two more plastic rings flew out, landing around a pack of Yuxi cigarettes and a toy box, respectively.

Zhang Chi mused that his throwing accuracy today was remarkably precise.

"Boss, hand over my prizes!" Zhang Chi demanded.

With a crowd of onlookers, the boss couldn't renege. Furthermore, the young man exuded an intimidating aura, and the boss preferred not to antagonize him.

Zhang Chi collected his winnings and then slammed ten yuan onto the counter. "Boss, give me thirty more rings!"

The boss's expression shifted. "Not selling. You're not here to genuinely play this game."

Zhang Chi shot back a string of curses before changing tack. "The people next door aren't as stingy as you!"

"Jiang Ning, give me ten yuan worth of rings!" Zhang Chi commanded with an air of unquestionable authority.

Jiang Ning thought to himself, 'He really has the nerve.'

Xue Yuantong intervened, "If you wish to play, we can offer you five rings. After all, we're classmates..."

Chen Siyu added, "Indeed. We're not the sort to refuse sales just because you've demonstrated skill!"

The adjacent boss seethed with anger!

Zhang Chi cut them off, "No need, I'll pay!"

His hand felt incredibly lucky today, and he aimed to teach his classmates a lesson right then and there!

Jiang Ning called out, "Siyu."

The neighboring Boss Zhuang observed the unfolding scene, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Having spent years scamming people at stalls, he recognized a customer who was purely focused on profit, disregarding any sense of camaraderie.

'You're generous, just you wait!' the nearby boss thought to himself.

Zhang Chi took the rings and aimed them at that pack of Chunghua cigarettes.

Classmate versus classmate – what a confrontation!

The outcome: all ten rings missed their mark.

Zhang Chi was bewildered. "This isn't right?"

His luck today had been overwhelmingly fortunate!

Could it be that Jiang Ning was an utterly unscrupulous stall owner?

Just then, another customer bought ten rings and successfully landed two cans of Wangzai milk drinks.

Zhang Chi spent another ten yuan, purchased ten more rings, and again, they all missed.

Furrowing his brows, Zhang Chi wondered, 'Has my fortune reversed once more?'

The neighboring Boss Zhuang also noticed, concurring that in ring-tossing games, there truly was such a thing as 'luck' or 'touch'. With this realization, he called out loudly, "Young man, still want to toss rings?"

Zhang Chi, with five yuan in hand, secured a massive watermelon, an assembled race car, and two cans of Red Bull from the neighboring stall owner.

"Hahaha, my lucky streak is back!" Zhang Chi roared with laughter.

He then tossed another twenty yuan at Jiang Ning’s stall.

Furious, Zhang Chi returned to the original boss and demanded, "Give me five yuan worth of rings."

Boss Zhuang, equally angered, retorted, "Are you trying to win your money back from me?"

Zhang Chi countered, "One yuan for a ring, willing to sell?"

Boss Zhuang ended up selling him ten yuan worth of rings.

Following this, Zhang Chi managed to win a large watermelon, a six-pound rabbit, and a giant doll...

Returning to Jiang Ning’s booth, Zhang Chi spent fifty yuan, aiming for Chunghua cigarettes but only obtaining a single can of Wangzai.

As Zhang Chi turned to leave, Boss Zhuang declared he wouldn't sell him any more rings, as he had already reached his one hundred item limit.

Disappointment washed over Zhang Chi, but having still turned a profit, he packed his winnings into a snakeskin bag, slung it over his shoulder, and departed Temple Street to sell his spoils.

Chen Siyu loudly advertised, "At our booth, no matter your ring-tossing skill, there's no limit to your winnings!"

Meanwhile, the neighboring stall’s display was clearly deteriorating.

Jiang Ning, observing the earlier positive results, began to weave his magic.

Customers from the adjacent booth, suddenly finding themselves luckier and their confidence boosted by consecutive wins, were drawn away and stopped by Boss Zhuang.

These customers then flocked to Jiang Ning’s stall, hoping to replicate their good fortune, only to end up losing money.

As customers came and went, Boss Zhuang’s frustrated shouts intensified, including exclamations like "Want it, take it, don't want it, scram!" "This isn't the second time, it's the third!" "My word is final!" "You guys better finish it if you dare!"

Consequently, his stall’s merchandise dwindled rapidly, leaving only a few scattered items, making it impossible to continue.

Every single item had truly been taken.

Meanwhile, at Jiang Ning’s side, Tongtong joyfully tallied their earnings: "We’ve made six hundred!"

This was accompanied by a frustrated roar of "Damn it!" from the nearby boss as he angrily packed up to leave.

Without the competition from the adjacent boss, Jiang Ning’s stall business saw a decline, prompting him to cast a glance northward.

The skinny boss noticed the glance and a chill ran down his spine: 'Damn, don't you dare come over here!'

He pulled his carpet closer, forcing a strained, friendly smile.

Feeling the man’s sincerity, Jiang Ning temporarily let him be and returned to his legitimate business.

By 7:30 in the evening, Jiang Ning closed shop. According to Tongtong’s final count, they had amassed a total profit of 801 yuan – an astonishing sum.

The group purchased a variety of snacks and rode their electric tricycle back to the river dam.

After returning the vehicle, they found Zhuang Jianhui and his companions still hanging around the entrance to the rural tourism area. Yin Yu inquired which class was the best at Fourth Middle School, and Wang Yong instinctively blurted out, "Of course, it’s our Class 8."

Gong Jin quickly interjected, "Class 1, obviously Class 1 is superior!"

Just then, Jiang Ning appeared, and Xu Wenyi asked, "Did you guys make any money?"

Yin Yu cast a sharp, assessing glance.

Xue Yuantong, clutching a thick wad of cash, declared proudly, "Eight hundred yuan!"

Yin Yu remarked coolly, "That's quite a substantial amount."