Riding his bicycle, Lu Wensheng got away from the family compound, took out the backpack containing the wolf from the space, carefully covered it with straw, and then headed for the black market.
When they arrived at the alley where the black market was, Lu Wensheng put his bicycle into the space and walked into the alley carrying the backpack.
Faguier was still watching the place. When she saw a little girl coming over with a big basket on her back, she stepped forward and asked:
“Buying or selling?”
Lu Wensheng: "Buy and sell."
Faguier: “Two cents.”
Lu Wensheng was surprised: "Why are you asking for such a high price? The most people ask for is one cent."
Faguier said in a rude tone, "You can come in or not, this is the price we offer."
Lu Wensheng rolled his eyes at him, pretending to be stingy and took out two dimes and handed them to him:
Humph, don’t let me get the chance, or I’ll blackmail that bastard Bai Dazhuang to death and let him make dirty money.
Lu Wensheng reluctantly paid the money and entered the black market, then started wandering around. After a round, she didn't find what she wanted.
Just as she was about to leave, she saw a little boy squatting in an inconspicuous corner selling things. There was a piece of cloth spread on the ground, and there was only an emerald ring on the cloth.
Lu Wensheng found that he looked familiar, so he approached him and asked, "How much is your ring?"
Wu Gong has been squatting here for half the morning. His father has been very ill recently, and his grandfather has no choice but to sell the only jade ring in the family that is still worth some money.
The black-hearted Bai Dazhuang only gave ten dollars. Wu Gong didn't want to give him a bargain, so he thought of trying his luck in the black market. As long as he could get more than ten dollars, it would be fine.
But he had been waiting for a long time and no one came to ask him. Just when he was getting discouraged, he heard a pleasant voice above his head. He looked up in disbelief:
"Are you... asking me?" It turned out to be a beautiful sister!
Lu Wensheng nodded: "Yes, how do you sell it? This ring?"
Wu Gong curled his lips, and the hope that had just risen was shattered again: "This is a jade ring."
She doesn't even know him, will she buy it? Even if she does, will she give more than Hei Dazhuang?
As soon as Wu Gong raised his head, Lu Wensheng recognized him. This was the grandson of Wu Laoxianer, the child who collected money on behalf of Faguier last time.
She met him just like that? It really is easy to get what you want! When fate comes, it can’t be stopped~
"Well, how much?"
A jade ring is a jade ring. It looks like an old item. She has a lot of money anyway.
Wu Gong didn't dare to ask for more. He hesitated for a long time before he spoke awkwardly: "Twenty... twenty?"
Lu Wensheng: It’s really cheap!
"make a deal."
Under Wu Gong's gaze that said, "Are you kidding me?", Lu Wensheng took out two reunion tickets from her bag, handed them to him, picked up the ring and left.
Wu Gong, who stayed where he was, stamped his feet secretly: It’s over, I sold too little…
Lu Wensheng was playing with the ring in her hand as she walked. She planned to go straight to Wu Laoxianer's house. She had sold all her ancestral rings and it seemed that she was really desperate. It was the perfect time for her to go "rob".
After making up his mind, Lu Wensheng carried his backpack and headed straight for the alley where Wu Laoxianer lived.
Fortunately, she had a good memory, otherwise it would have been difficult to find the house with so many twists and turns. When she arrived, she first lay down at the back wall of Bai Dazhuang's house and listened carefully. After making sure that no one was at home, she knocked on the door of Wu's courtyard with confidence.
"Who is it?" An old and hoarse voice came from the room.
"It's me, Mr. Wu. I have something to discuss with you."
When Wu Laoxian heard the voice of a strange woman, he was a little confused. It was really strange that someone would come to his house even though his family was in such a poor state.
Wu Laoxian dragged his broken leg to open the door a crack and saw a strange woman standing outside. After confirming that he had never seen her before, she asked cautiously, "Do you want to talk to me about something?"
Lu Wensheng nodded: "Uncle Wu, can I go in and talk?"
Wu Laoxian nodded: "Come in."
You're already dying, so why are you afraid? Besides, there's nothing to be afraid of for just a little girl.
Lu Wensheng followed him into the house, took out the crossbow from his backpack and said:
"Uncle Wu, I bought this crossbow from Bai Dazhuang. I know he got it from you."
The moment Wu Laoxianer saw her take out the crossbow, his eyes became sharp and his hand involuntarily reached behind the table, as if if Lu Wensheng did anything out of line, he would shoot him into pieces on the spot.
Lu Wensheng certainly noticed his actions, but he didn't care and continued speaking:
"Uncle Wu, do you know how much that Hei Da Zhuang sold to me? Eighty! A full eighty! Do you think he is a black-hearted person?
So I thought, I should cut out the black-hearted middleman and make the difference, and trade directly with you."
Wu Laoxian'er's sharp eyes widened when he heard this, revealing his cloudy eyes. His hands under the table clenched into fists. "How much? How much did you say he sold it to you?"
Lu Wensheng: "Eighty... eighty..."
Actually, Bai Dazhuang sold it for sixty... But that didn't stop her from cheating him.
Wu Laoxianer immediately started cursing, "That bastard Bai Dazhuang, a black-hearted, rotten-lung man who gave birth to a son without an asshole, only gave me thirty yuan, and you sold it to you for eighty!
You too! You bought it even though it was so expensive. Didn’t you see that he bought it from me? Come on! Why don’t you come?
Ouch, it’s killing me, it’s killing me…”
Wu Laoxian cursed, howled, and beat his chest, as if he wished he could bite Bai Dazhuang to death with one bite.
Lu Wensheng was also shocked when he heard the price: "How much? How much did he give you?"
Wu Laoxianer: "Thirty... thirty..."
It really is thirty!
Now it was Lu Wensheng's turn to beat his chest and stamp his feet, pointing at Wu Laoxian and howling in frustration:
"That damn Bai Dazhuang, a black-hearted, rotten-hearted man who gave birth to a son without an asshole, sold it to me for eighty yuan, but you only gave me thirty!
You actually gave it to him at such a low price! You are really...! Why don't you just sell it to me!
Ouch, it’s killing me, it’s killing me…”
Wu Laoxian: Hmm? Why does this rhetoric sound so familiar?
I seem to have heard it somewhere~
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
