Downton closed the grimoire, pretending to be casual, and glanced at the bottom of the shelf.
Don't worry about admitting it wrong, because among the dilapidated items, there is only a statue of a god carved from an unknown stone. It is completely black and stained with some greasy and dried blood.
It is more than half the length of a hand and the thickness of a cucumber. The type of stone is unknown, but it is obviously old and two-thirds of it is covered with cracks. It seems that it will break if touched.
The statue depicts a giant holding his fists and roaring to the sky. Every muscle of the statue is sculpted to be very full and full of strength.
"This is an ancient giant stone statue with a history of five thousand years. Carrying it every day can slowly strengthen your physique." Grandet was very keen. Downton only took a few more glances before he noticed him and immediately picked it up.
The giant stone statue tried his best to sell it to him.
"Don't worry about the tauren?" Downton did not reach out to pick it up, but looked at the dusty orc, deliberately showing curiosity.
With Grandet's shrewdness, if Downton showed interest in the stone statue, he would definitely be tricked.
"A lowly orc merchant, here to sell tribal specialties." Grandet deliberately left the tauren in the cold, five times already. Only by making the other party anxious can he get the goods at a low price.
"This is a good thing. All the nobles like it. It's 10% off. I really can't take it any less." Grandet was obviously talking nonsense. If the stone statue really had the magical effect he said, how could it be left here?
"25% off. If that doesn't work, I'll go to another grocery store." Downton turned around without hesitation and looked at the tauren. He never looked at the statue again. It wouldn't be too late to appreciate it carefully after buying it.
"You are forcing me to go bankrupt!" Grandet wailed.
"Boss, it's been five days and you haven't decided yet, okay?"
A tauren wearing a worn leather armor came over, his face already full of pleading. He had been out for too long. Every day he was delayed would cost travel expenses, and some goods could not be stored for a long time and would rot.
All the time will fall into your hands.
"Go away, didn't you see that I was talking about business? Come back tomorrow!" Grandet had a bad temper. Human beings have a natural sense of superiority towards orcs, let alone a merchant who begged him to buy something.
The tauren wanted to say something else, but was kicked directly by Grandet, so he closed his mouth, but refused to go out.
Downton watched with admiration. The tauren in front of him was more than two meters tall. His muscles were gnarled. He stood there like a city wall. His arm was like a giant python, thicker than Grandet's neck. But
But he didn't dare to fight back and had to laugh along with him.
"You didn't mean to make me look bad, did you?" Downton's face darkened, and he left without looking back, "If you don't do a big business that exceeds 50,000 gold coins, someone will rush to do it."
"Don't go, wait." Grandet became anxious and quickly ran to Downton, stretched out his arms, and stopped him firmly, "85% off, it can't be lower."
Downton breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He deliberately emphasized the 50,000 gold coins in order to make Grandet reluctant to leave and stop him. Otherwise, if he left, no follow-up plan would be possible.
"The minimum is 20% off, and then you let me pick three or four antiques from those shelves." Downton reported the price and deliberately looked at the tauren with a disgusted expression.
Downton used this expression to direct the conversation to the orc, to make Grandet angry at him, and to distract him from discovering his true purpose.
"Absolutely not 20% off." Grandet did not notice that his words had revealed the focus of his attention. He didn't care about those antiques at all.
In fact, these gadgets were antique scraps that Grandet had collected from traveling merchants from various places. He had already collected the valuable ones and placed them on the shelves as waste, hoping to exchange them for some gold coins.
"Then it's 15% off, but you have to give me the leaf with the Elvish language carved on it. Well, pick three more, no, five antiques." Downton looked at Grand like a fool who had been deceived.
Ye Zi, whom Taiwan introduced, never looked at the stone statue from beginning to end.
"You might as well kill me, no more than one thing!" Grandet raised his voice, with an expression of severe pain as if his balls were pinched by an ogre.
"Three pieces, or I won't want them anymore." Downton complained, but he still walked to the shelf and picked up the leaves immediately, deliberately showing an expression of joy.
Grandet came close to Downton and began to introduce him incessantly.
"You still have customers, so I won't talk nonsense. If you agree to these three items, the business will be closed." After playing with the leaves for a while, Downton looked at the shelf, picked another slate, and finally reached out to
The statue of the god.
Snap, Grandet held Downton's wrist with a puzzled expression on his face. After all, he was a shrewd businessman and instinctively felt that something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" Downton's heart beat violently, and he suppressed it so as not to show any nervous expression.
"Change them to something else. These three pieces are no longer for sale." Although they had been appraised by someone before and proved to be junk, Grandet was not sure again when he saw that Downton liked them.
Stingy, shrewd, and suspicious, these are the labels of Grandet, the first businessman in the West.
"You think I'm a country boy who hasn't seen the world, so you're just kidding me, right? No more." Downton deliberately threw away the antiques and roared at the orc, "Hey, stay away, the stench on your body will intimidate me.
Me."
The tauren blushed, clenched his fist, and then gave up.
"I'm sorry, he is suspicious, so he can only use you to divert the target." After Downton apologized from the bottom of his heart, he scolded the tauren loudly. He had already shown a look of disgust just now, so scolding him now would not seem out of place. "
Look down on the postman. I will definitely make a lot of money in the future, go to the St. George's Academy of Magic in the Empire, and live in this shabby countryside. I will be treated like a bumpkin wherever I go..."
Downton increased the volume of words such as college, countryside, and country bumpkin, and complained loudly and angryly, all of which were instilling in Grandet the subconscious idea that he had poor knowledge and limited experience.
"What am I worried about? This guy is just a rural postman who has never been out of Redwood County. How could he recognize priceless antiques? He was completely fooled by me and decided to buy them." Suspicious people are easily fooled.
Influenced by words, Grandet thought carefully and felt that the three antiques were worthless.
"Orcs are all poor people. If you do business with them, you are probably a small businessman with little money. How can you afford real magical antiques? These must be fakes. Yes, that's it. I must have been deceived by you.
Damn it." Downton cursed and walked out of the store, feeling unhappy in his heart.
I have long heard that Grandet's business was very shady, but Downton was very poor before and had no chance to deal with him. Now after talking with him, he understands that with 20% off the supplies, he can earn at least 6,000 gold coins.
satisfy.
"It's a big deal of 50,000 gold coins. I just yelled on the street, and all the grocery store owners rushed to do business with me. I was stupid enough to suffer from you."
If he hadn't known that Homer was an encyclopedia and wouldn't let him buy a statue of a god for no reason, Downton would have really wanted to leave. At worst, he would have wasted some time and went to several nearby towns to replenish supplies.
"Wait a minute, the deal is established." Grandet quickly grabbed three antiques, ran to Downton, and stuffed them into his arms.
"No, I'm annoyed by the sight of orcs." Downton looked disgusted and tried to push Grandet away.
"It's all my fault." Grandet apologized. When the words fifty thousand gold coins hit his ears and saw Downton leaving, he seemed to see Kindelan flying away from his pocket with small wings. He suddenly
Can't sit still anymore.
"Get out of the way!" Downton was very stubborn, but his struggle was obviously less intense, "Don't stop me from going shopping."
"Why are you still standing there? Get out of here, you're scaring all my distinguished customers." Grandet scolded the tauren, but also used it to pay attention to the topic, "My store has the most complete range of goods, and it's right here.
Buy it, it’s a deal, 15% off, these three magical antiques are for you, the deal is established.”
Grandet was originally planning to use another antique to dispel Downton's anger, but he was stingy and couldn't say it out loud.
"Within one hour, deliver what I want to the south entrance of the town, or the deal will be voided." Downton rolled his eyes at Grandet, not daring to touch the stone statue more than once, dealing with such a cautious, shrewd, and suspicious guy.
, you really need to be 200% energetic.
"It will definitely be delivered, but what about the shipping cost?" Grandet was really stingy to the extreme and capricious. He glanced at the three antiques in Downton's hand and subconsciously reached out, wanting to take them back and ask someone to appraise them again.
"Of course you pay." Downton was angry. How big is the town? From here to the entrance of the town, there is a wide street. The distance is only two hundred meters. There is no need to pay the freight. If Grandet refuses again, even if
Since he can't buy the idol, he won't be replenishing supplies here anymore.
"Okay, okay, I'll pay." Grandet relented. After taking a regretful look at the antique, he roared at the tauren, "Why don't you get out of here? Didn't you see that I'm busy?"
Coming to the street, Downton opened the grimoire and wrote a question.
"What on earth is that broken stone statue? And don't let me deal with suspicious misers again. This is simply torture." Downton has never been a stingy person, otherwise he wouldn't be in Hannah and Finn.
After using the magic stone, Ni did not ask for compensation, but facing Grandet, she really didn't want him to make her own money.
"You're making a lot of money. It's a Titan statue, an altar sacred object made by the giant clan. If I insist on giving a standard, it is a legendary jewelry that has surpassed the level of perfection. It is worth at least 30 million gold delan."
Looking at the magic flame style displayed by Homer, Downton's hands trembled and his eyes almost popped out. How could such a broken stone statue be so valuable?