Although he had just paid out 100,000 yuan, he received payment for three large orders very quickly, which replenished Jiang Shaomu's small treasury a lot.
He still worked diligently and sang whenever he had time. Even the system didn't urge him to complete tasks anymore. Anyway, the main storyline hadn't started yet, and Jiang Shaomu earned so much money from this job. Every time he thought about the current prices, he wanted to sigh.
Jiang Shaomu really didn't fool Tong. He really didn't want to sing for himself, well, at least not just for that. It's a pity that Jiang Shaomu hasn't brushed out the necessary ability yet. Only then can he start this move.
In order to refresh his skills, Jiang Shaomu can only go to the tomb more often. According to his last observation, the skills refreshed are related to some things in the tomb. If it is indeed the case, as long as he can get some information about the exact situation in the tomb later, he will probably be able to obtain the ability to summon souls soon.
Now Jiang Shaomu has reached his second target. After work, he ate two servings of snail noodles with his boss. He calculated that they were so delicious, so tomorrow would definitely be a good day.
Let’s go and contact target three, Jiang Shaomu decided, giving Xiao Tong a surprise from the sky.
The next morning, the man and the monkey strolled to Panjiayuan again. Jiang Shaomu had already made a good choice in advance. He found a good Feng Shui location and glanced at Fatty Wang's shop to make sure that everyone was inside and not receiving any customers. He was looking outside the door when he began his pretentious performance.
There was also a small stall at the Feng Shui location, and this was where he was ready to make a move, no, have a friendly exchange.
Jiang Shaomu opened the bag in his hand and took out the metal mechanical beast toys he had picked out from the tomb last time. He asked the stall owner nonchalantly, "Boss, do you accept new goods?"
The stall owner Jiang Shaomu had also observed this a long time ago. He was a man of some knowledge, but not much, and was sure to be able to recognize the origins of any odd or even tiny item.
Sure enough, the stall owner glanced at Jiang Shaomu's hand and looked behind him. Although the stall owner's expression didn't seem to change at all, Jiang Shaomu could tell from the fact that the other party subconsciously stretched out his hand that he was interested.
The stall owner asked: "This is not pure gold, and it's new. You can sell it if you want. The price won't be too high."
Jiang Shaomu looked at him twice more. This guy was more ridiculous than he thought. He asked with a smile, wanting to know what price the other party would offer: "This stuff is not just about purity, right? How low is your price?"
The stall owner didn't say anything and raised two fingers to Jiang Shaomu. Jiang Shaomu thought it was actually not bad. This stall owner was not that bad. He was ready to have a fight with this guy before the fat man was lured out.
Just now, Jiang Shaomu had found an angle so that the fat man inside could see the general appearance of the item. Judging from the fat man's personality, he would definitely be interested in joining in the fun and seeing the treasure.
So Jiang Shaomu raised the price to the stall owner: "Two hundred thousand is not enough. I brought this stuff out myself. I know the price."
The stall owner said something that Jiang Shaomu thought he hadn't woken up yet: "I'm talking about 20,000, 30,000 at most, no one can give you a better price!"
Jiang Shaomu didn't say anything, but the fat man couldn't sit still anymore. He heard these words as soon as he came out. He didn't want to talk about the twists and turns inside, but he was willing to do it just to snatch food from the tiger's mouth and make a big fortune.
"What's your name, little brother? My name is Wang Yueban, you can just call me Fatty."
Wang Yueban asked with a smile at the seller who looked handsome from behind. When he got closer to the seller and the other party turned around and said his name was Jiang Shaomu, he was sure that the young man was good-looking.
The stall owner interrupted Wang Yueban's next words and said anxiously, "It's only 10,000 yuan at most. You can sell it if you want. Don't delay my business."
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