"One hundred." Seeing that the old man asked him how much he would pay, Fei Hong answered quickly.
"One hundred?!" The old man Zhang almost kicked Fei Hong out. "No, it's too small, and my nephew doesn't even look at the value. This blue crystal cauldron is very good. How about one hundred and fifty?"
"One hundred ten."
"One hundred and fifty."
"One hundred twenty."
"One hundred and fifty."
"One hundred twenty."
"Well... Forget it, nephew Feng, I think you have a bright future. This is a gift from me. One hundred and twenty, take it or leave it."
As soon as he said this, Fei Hong almost spat out a mouthful of blood: What's the matter. One hundred and two, you can earn thirty or forty coins, which is great, not to mention making money, but also saying that it was a gift for him. Apart from losing money, he would also owe a favor.
Uncle Zhang, you are really talented.
Thanks for reading. I appreciate.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!