Lin Hao said: "Is it much?"

Monk Wudeng said: "There are quite a few. I discovered them by accident when I went there to make a cemetery for people, but I don't like pickles. There were so many bottles and cans and there was nothing to put them in, so I ignored them.

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Lin Hao said: "Then go and get it for me. The price is easy to talk about."

Monk Wudeng asked: "What's the price?"

Lin Hao couldn't tell what the price was, because he really didn't understand antiques, so he had to ask: "What price do you want?"

Monk Wudeng thought for a while, then said weakly: "One hundred..."

One million?

Lin Hao was startled, shook his head and interrupted: "No, no, it's too expensive!"

Monk Wudeng said helplessly: "That's 50 yuan. The water inside is quite deep. I have to go down to fish it out and bring it out. It's quite hard."

Lin Hao's eyes widened when he heard this. What the wild monk said was yuan, not ten thousand?

Seeing that he remained silent, Monk Wudeng took a step back and said, "Thirty, no more."

Lin Hao stretched out his hand and said, "I'll give you this number!"

Monk Wudeng said in surprise: "Five yuan? You're not that black, are you? It's really hard work. It's so remote there and there are no roads at all..."

Lin Hao said: "I mean five hundred!"

Monk Wudeng asked: "The total sum is five hundred?"

Lin Hao shook his head, "Five hundred each!"
Chapter completed!