"Ahem, if you are doing business sincerely, you have to allow others to talk, right? Business is all about noise, right? If you don't let me talk, then come on, I won't buy it, and everyone else shouldn't buy it either." Zhen Minglang was very arrogant, and this instigation

, the old fritter is afraid.

"Don't worry, brother, tell me which one you like?"

As if playing hide-and-seek, the old man grabbed Zhen Minglang's arm again. At first glance, he looked like he was bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.

"Uncle said the wrong thing. If you choose one, I won't make any money from you."

"Okay." Zhen Minglang agreed, but he knew in his heart that if he really chose one, this old guy would even trick him to death. This kind of play-and-play, which looks like a gift but is actually a monster, is very difficult for Zhen Minglang.

It's self-defeating!

Zhen Minglang tossed two things over and over, but deliberately picked up a piece of pastel porcelain that looked fake and delicate in shape, "Here, how much does this cost?"

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It is not easy to write a book. I have to wake up early and wait until late at night. I have to worry about the officials and adults giving me a few recommendation votes to satisfy my hunger.
Chapter completed!