If foot odor is converted into Qi, it will lose its corrosive properties, which would result in more energy, as Qi is a greenhouse gas like carbon dioxide, and its insulating capability is inherently strong.
However, Barefoot Immortal wants to use foot odor, which has strong corrosive properties and is highly flammable and explosive, so the choice of material for the balloons is crucial.
It must be able to resist the corrosive action of foot odor, and the thickness must be sufficient, ideally using spacesuit material, as it is durable enough.
But where can such balloons be bought?
Barefoot Immortal first went to the vegetable market and found the old man selling balloons. Today, the old man was pushing a bicycle with a bunch of balloons tied to it, of various ridiculous shapes. Barefoot Immortal imdiately spotted a horse-shaped balloon among them.
This was exactly the best material for him to perform Qi-Transford Horse Balloon, although he was uncertain about the balloon’s stability and whether it was prone to corrosion and self-explosion.
Barefoot Immortal imdiately went up and asked, "Mister, is this lon ripe?"
"No, it’s not ripe. Am I going to sell you unripe waterlons?" the old man retorted cheekily.
The air suddenly turned terribly cold, dropping to below freezing.
Barefoot Immortal couldn’t hold back and pulled out a five-ter-long fruit knife from his pocket.
Snap, he sliced open a waterlon on the fruit stand.
Before his eyes was only a white mass.
"Damn, didn’t you say it was ripe? Why isn’t it?" Barefoot Immortal showed a questioning expression.
"You don’t understand, this is a new variety, white-hearted waterlon. You’ve cut it open, you have to buy it!"
So Barefoot Immortal was forced to buy the waterlon.
After taking a few bites, he said, "Why is it crunchy?"
"You don’t understand, this new variety is crunchy, the crunchier the tastier."
"That’s quite refreshing." Barefoot Immortal was happy for trying the new variety of waterlon.
But that wasn’t the focus. The main point was he moved five ters closer to the balloon stall.
Because the waterlon stall was right next to the balloon stall.
It was convenient to observe the situation here.
After his three-minute careful observation, he could confirm that the balloons sold by the old man were thicker than one centiter.
Based on aerodynamics and buoyancy physics, the balloons were filled with hydrogen gas, which has an atomic mass of 2, lighter than air, and able to overco the balloon’s gravity to float, while Barefoot Immortal’s foot odor primarily consists of thane, which is CH4 with an atomic mass of 16, also lighter than air, allowing it to float. However, if the balloon skin is too heavy, combined with the weight of foot odor, it could be heavier than air and fail to float.
After observing the situation clearly, Barefoot Immortal daringly went up to discuss a purchase order.
"Mister, does this balloon guarantee... oh no, ensure safety and won’t self-explode?"
The old man glanced at Barefoot Immortal with a disdainful look, suddenly his soul flew away scared and his whole body trembled.
Because he’d heard a saying, "barefoot ones are not afraid of wearing shoes."
And Barefoot Immortal, a person without shoes, naturally had a strong aura.
Though he wasn’t aware this aura actually ca from foot odor, that’s not the point. The point is he felt Barefoot Immortal might be a price-haggling expert, causing him fear.
"Of course, it won’t self-explode. I’ve sold balloons for so many years, and not one has ever self-exploded. But balloons that don’t self-explode are priced more expensively."
"Expensive ans how much, one di each?" Barefoot Immortal said with a sinister face, testing the old man’s price bottom line.
What, one di each?
Upon hearing the price indicated by Barefoot Immortal, the old man felt quite surprised, was this robbery?
"Oh, right right right, such small shapeless balloons are indeed one di each, that’s the wholesale price. If you want them, I can sell them to you at cost price, provided you buy in large quantities."
The old man imdiately realized Barefoot Immortal was asking about small balloons.
But, the old man saw Barefoot Immortal’s serious gaze kept staring at the topmost expensive Qi-Transford Horse Balloon, as if suggesting sothing?
And Barefoot Immortal maintained that pose for a long ti, not fearing embarrassnt, as if forcing the boss to relent and sell him the Qi-Transford Horse Balloon at a low price.
The old man felt so embarrassnt, coughing and said, "Young friend, if you’re not buying balloons, don’t block my other custors here."
A group of children suddenly rushed up from behind Barefoot Immortal.
"Grandpa, I want the top Qi-Transford Horse Balloon!"
The children scrambled to get the most expensive balloon.
Now the old man knew very well these kids couldn’t afford the Qi-Transford Horse Balloon, and understood they were not his custors, a sinister gaze like a knife was directed at Barefoot Immortal’s face.
Taking advantage, he said to the children, "This Qi-Transford Horse Balloon is the treasure of my shop, one tael of silver each!"
This was implicitly suggesting to Barefoot Immortal that this balloon was expensive, very expensive.
But in reality, Barefoot Immortal didn’t take the old man’s words seriously, just brushing them off, as such tests were too weak for him.
"Kids, do you think this Qi-Transford Horse Balloon is pretty? Do you want it?" Suddenly Barefoot Immortal asked the group of children.
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