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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Two I want all the monthly salary.

"So you just don't plan to sell it? What a pity."

After hearing what the boss said, Lost was not in a hurry and reached out to pick up the ceramics he had just purchased.

While hugging him, he said steadily.

He looked like he was going to leave if he didn't sell.

This trick works everywhere, but it's basically the last resort. If the boss really ignores you and you lick your face and go back to buy something, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?

"Boss, boss, wait a minute, it's really not profitable to add a little more."

Seeing Lost standing up and about to leave, the sloppy boss was actually not in a hurry at all and was calculating the gains and losses, but his face showed a look of bitterness.

For them, this kind of thing is something they experience every day. They are used to facing such customers. Customers have their own routines, and they have their own routines.

If you really make money, you will basically keep it.

If you really don't make any money, then let him go. Why don't you let that idiot go far away?

It’s not making any money anyway.

"No more, no money, just 50 million."

Lost turned around to look at the sloppy boss, looking pitiful.

I felt pity for this, it was really disgusting.

If it were a beautiful girl, then that would be okay, but with such a slovenly, fat, and unkempt middle-aged uncle, with such a posture, people should have no other thoughts except to want to beat him up.

This world is a world of faces.

There is no way that Lost will pay more just because this guy looks cute.

"Boss, you can't just charge the same price without adding any extra. How do I do business this way? Just add a little, and then I'll sell it. Just a little."

The sloppy boss looked at Lost taking several steps in a row, and he was really about to leave, so he shouted anxiously.

Now he knew it was the last time.

If you don't try to save him, it really depends on your luck.

In a place like this, there must be no contact information.

He couldn't find Lost either. There was no other possibility except that Lost would come back later if he was interested.

In the end, wealth still touches people's hearts. More than 40 million is also money, and making a fortune is a fortune...

With this money, he can buy other things.

After walking through this village, I didn’t know where to sell things in the next village.

This sloppy boss is not a collector, he would keep such things...

"Add a little more?"

When Lost heard the call from the sloppy boss, he also knew that this guy was impatient, so he turned around and asked calmly...

"Yes, add a little and I'll sell it."

The sloppy boss has an upright look on his face, and he definitely needs face when doing business...

You can't just say how much you want. For other things, he needs to negotiate the price, and then hesitantly considers it, makes sure there is no chance, and then decides on the price.

Now in this drama, following the words of the sloppy boss, the onlookers turned their attention to Lost.

As if he wanted to know whether Lost would buy this thing or not...

"Okay then, 50.1 million ordained nuns."

Originally, Lost wanted to say fifty million and one yuan, but it was such a small amount of money and he couldn't say it.

Or let’s say it’s 5.01 million...

"make a deal."

When the sloppy boss heard this, he shouted directly, fearing that Lost would run away if he responded too late.

I don't care about anything else...

The people watching around me were all snickering.

"Boss, I really don't make any money at this. Come on, I'll wrap it up for you or transfer it to the account you just left."

"Take a look and see if you want anything else. I'll give you a discount."

Now the sloppy boss doesn't hide anything else at all. He doesn't care at all about the people watching around him...

Just ask Lost to come back and wait until the money is transferred.

The sloppy boss who was smiling right now was completely different from the one who used to sell the goods with a miserable face and said he was not making money.

This is actually nothing, even the audience is used to it.

Just take a look around and see what the so-called fifty million ordained nuns actually look like.

In just such a flea market, there can be millions of dollars worth of items, which are already considered high-end items.

For example, Lost spent 50 million ringgits to buy an unknown eyeball, and the boss looked happy.

Everyone thinks that Lost is just a big fat sheep.

The other bosses who saw this situation didn't say anything, but their eyes were fixed on Lost.

I just hope that he will go to his stall...

Although such eyeballs are not fakes in their eyes, they cannot be sold for a price of 50 million.

At first glance, Lost is not short of money, and he doesn't seem to care at all even if he is negotiating the price.

They like to wait for people like this the most...

"It's turned, please take a look."

Lost watched the sloppy boss pack the things, ignored the various looks from the people around him, and directly showed the sloppy boss the transfer procedures.

He picked up the things his boss had packed...

"I got it, I got it, aren't you interested in these things, boss? These are good things..."

The sloppy boss quickly checked the notification on his phone. This was a huge sum of money, so he had to be careful.

After confirming that 5.01 million has been received, Lost will not be prevented from taking the things.

Instead, he carefully reminded him to be careful and asked Lost if he wanted to buy anything else.

In his opinion, Lost is just a rich fat sheep who only wants things and doesn't really care about the price.

Although Lost openly bargained for money, he could see clearly that he didn't care about money.

There are indeed many good products in his stall. If Lost can take a fancy to these things, he will definitely make a lot of money.

Although he is making tens of millions now, he has not been able to earn more in a year and a half.

It is very normal for them not to open for a year and to stay open for a year.

"Forget it, we don't need it for now."

Lost didn't say much. He wasn't interested at all in the other things on the stall.

Although from the look on the boss's face, this must be something genuine, something truly valuable for collection...

But to Lost, these things are just waste...

He just wants something with energy.

"Hey, okay, boss, take your time. Come and have a look if you have time..."

Seeing Lost being so ruthless and leaving immediately after buying something, the sloppy boss could only pretend to stay for a while before reminding him to come back next time.

"Let's talk about it later if we have something good to say."

Lost said without looking back...

Just after taking a few steps, he was stared at and greeted by the stall owners around him. The boss who just saw Lost buying things.

I don't want to let such a big fat sheep go...

Although it is impossible to make fake products to deceive people, it is not a problem to sell some genuine products.

The people watching around basically either left or went to look elsewhere, and occasionally a few still stayed in the stall of the sloppy boss.

Obviously I want to choose something...

And Lost.

He doesn't care about all of this. What he cares about now is the things with energy...

To him, collectibles without energy are no different from fakes.

After leaving the sloppy boss's stall, Lost did not choose to leave the flea market.

It’s rare to come here, so I’d better take a look at some things before talking about it.

This time the target is not that far away from Lost...

It only took him a few dozen meters to find it.
Chapter completed!
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