"Ninety-one is my bottom line; any lower and I won't make a profit. I might as well go tomb raiding instead." Old Wang didn't answer my question but instead blurted out something that left me baffled.
Wait a second, Old Wang was talking about making money, which means the talismans I draw can be sold for cash. That's right, I remember now; the talisman that turned blood-red in Old Wang's room was an Evil Repelling Talisman. No wonder he stared at it so intently—it turns out he was wondering if my drawing matched the one by the Taoist Temple Master.
Once he was convinced that the talisman I drew was as good as the Master's, he started to entertain the idea of making money from selling them. Yeah, with each piece fetching eight hundred and eighty-eight yuan, it was indeed tempting. No wonder Old Wang was like that. He was even willing to split the profits ninety-one percent my way. I think most people would be tempted at that figure, even those who are ordinarily very honest.