บท 452: Murder, and even the heart must be punished!_1

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"How much more of this kind of wood do you have at home?"

Tang Feng didn't bother with the gazes from the crowd and sincerely looked at the stall owner.

"Probably over four hundred jin."

The stall owner hurriedly replied, with his heart already in his throat, feeling that he had snagged a big fish.

"Over four hundred jin..."

Tang Feng pretended to ponder, and finally, as if reaching a decision, said, "How about this, I'll take all your wood. Along with your stall, I'll give you one hundred thousand yuan. How about that?"

The stall owner swallowed hard, "One... One hundred thousand? You... You're not joking, are you?"

The lady boss next to him was also dumbfounded by the price.

A pile of junk wood, and it's actually selling for one hundred thousand yuan?

Is this not a dream?

"Of course, if you don't agree, forget it, as if I never said anything," Tang Feng then acted as if having second thoughts.