Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters

Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters By Bryson Salazar Chapter 57

Chapter 57 Bought a Bicycle

Antique City.

After what happened last night, John decided to make defensive things for his sisters.

For example, Mind Circle.

In this way, if the sisters were in danger, he could find them as soon as possible.

However,

The requirements for the quality of the jade were very high when depicting the Mind Circle, and ordinary jade cannot satisfy the requirements at all.

So John decided to go to Antique City to try his luck.

After browsing for a while, he didn’t catch anything good, but he met an acquaintance.

Master Stratton, Stratton Remar.

Stratton Remar likes to collect old antiques. If he has nothing to do, he will go to Antique City.

Seeing John, he came over smiling and said, “What a coincidence, Mr. Lopez!”

John nodded: “Master Stratton, how is your body recovering?”

He has a good impression of this old man.

“Much better. Thanks to Mr. Lopez’s help, otherwise my old bone might have been buried in peace.”

“That’s good. In the future, we should pay more attention to our diet and eat less fatty, sweet, and greasy

food.”

“I would like to listen to Mr. Lopez’s instruction.”

They chatted and strolled around the Antique City.

After a long time, John shook his head in disappointment.

Nothing.

At first, Stratton thought that John was just like him. He just came to Antique City to pick up some cheap goods. Seeing him shake his head, he couldn’t help asking curiously, “Is Mr. Lopez looking for something?”

“Well, I came to look for some jade or some stones with high hardness, but after turning for so long, I didn’t

see any.”

shook his head and smiled: “It’s harder finding real jade in such a place than

a haystack, but…”

seemed to

have received a stone. It was very special, but

meet Mr. Lopez’s

immediately slapped

would certainly receive many rare things. He should have asked Maxwell Remar directly long ago. Why would he waste time

come to my home for lunch

“Sounds good.”

John agreed.

Just as they were about to

Eh?

to

went straight to

stall was bigger than other stalls

a bicycle placed behind the stall. The body

the stall owner, “Hi, aren’t you selling antiques? Why are you also selling this second hand

me. He said this is a

the

a crazy old man came to him. He insisted on selling this bicycle to him and

stall owner

antique collector, not a rag collector. Only a

scrap

a handful of things from his stall, threw

the stall owner was so depressed that he was not

last night.

and said, “Two hundred yuan.

“You want it?”

that he could not believe

“Can I ask why?”

his professional sense, the stall owner decided to ask

‘Er… Forget it. I was just on the spur

“Wait!”

you would buy, and

“I don’t want it.”

can’t do business like this, or… one

kept discussing the

bought the bicycle for

you buy this pile of scrap

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