The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Sean's right foot, which he had raised to walk away, fell back down again.

Then, he looked at the street peddler and asked with a smile, "How much cheaper are you willing to offer?" The street peddler was also immediately relieved when Sean stopped.

The street peddler naturally would not let go of his cash cow when it was right before him.

The street peddler immediately looked troubled.

He was silent for a moment before saying, "How about this? It's fate that we met.

I'll give way and give you a discount of 50 thousand! You can take it for 250 thousand! But don't forget to buy from me again after you make money!" Sean smiled and did not answer immediately.

The middle-aged man at the stall also cooperated by saying, "250 thousand? Why don't you wait here while | borrow 50 thousand from someone? I'll be able to make a profit of 200 thousand to 300 thousand by selling it later.

Only fools will reject such a good deal!" The street peddler could not say yes to the middle-aged man.

troubled look,

is still in

With that said, the street peddler looked back at

too much for

why don't you sell it to him? As the old saying goes, a gentleman doesn't steal from others,"

that, he took Willow's hand and left

give you a bigger

it home

an antique appraiser to certify it and sell it for a profit of over 300 thousand!" The street peddler shouted anxiously as he watched Sean

had no intention

to walk

street peddler also grew anxious and shouted immediately, "Two hundred thousand! It's my lowest price! As long as you can come up with 200 thousand immediately, I'll sell it to you!" "Two hundred

don't have so much money for antiques!" Sean said without looking