"No haggling, take it or leave it!" the carpet vendor said solemnly, no longer paying attention to Shen Tong.
"How can you be like this? Is this your attitude in doing business?"
Shen Tong bit her little silver teeth, angrily squeezed her white little hand.
Those who can set up a stall on the third layer of the black market are strong, naturally with very peculiar personalities. Moreover, there weren't many items left on this stall, as if they were only the leftovers for sale.
"I want everything here. Name a price."
Lin Mo spoke lightly, but there was a wave of excitement in his heart. Among those round brown stones was a feeling that made his blood boil with excitement, and there must be a great treasure.
"Oh, you want all of it."
The vendor was finally moved and, after a moment of silence, said, "How about a thousand top-grade spiritual stones?"
"No problem."
