The governor smiled even brighter: "Then my newspaper is filled with my family, country, and passion!"
The burly man was shocked when he heard this. "How much is this newspaper? Let me see it!"
Du Gong did not say anything, but just silently stretched out five fingers.
Five...five cents?
How dare you sell these few pieces of paper for five cents?
Isn't this just treating them like fat sheep to be slaughtered?
The onlookers couldn't help but shake their heads and sneered at the black-hearted man in front of them.
The sturdy man was stunned, hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "Buy it! Someone bought it!"
As he said this, he carefully took out five cents from his pocket and handed it to the governor.
He wanted to see what this country, the world and the passion looked like!
However, the governor shook his head and said, "My brave man, you are wrong."
"What did I do wrong?" the strong man was stunned.
"This newspaper isn't priced at five cents, it's priced at fifty cents!"
"Fifty... fifty cents? Are you crazy, you thief?" The strong man almost lost his heels and fell to the ground.
"You dare to sell these scraps of paper for fifty cents?"
"Someone can only earn twenty cents at most from selling their labor for a month!"
The governor chuckled a few times and said leisurely, "How could you possibly understand the importance of family, country, and the world?"
"This is a shady shop, absolutely a shady shop!"
"You thief, you clearly don't want to do business. I won't buy it!"
The strong man threw his hands and left angrily.
The governor looked at his departing figure, smiled slightly and said, "You can buy it or not, but don't cry next time!"
How could a country bumpkin like this understand the value of this newspaper?
The governor's disdainful look actually aroused the curiosity of the onlookers.
What kind of treasure is this newspaper? How dare you sell it for fifty cents?
Looking at the store owner's appearance, it seems that the buyers are getting a bargain.
Are you kidding me?
Why are these few pieces of paper being sold for fifty cents?
The governor looked at the astonished expressions of the crowd, then tossed the newspaper in his hand and said leisurely, "Newspapers for sale, 'Da Zhou Weekly', fifty cents a copy, buy it or not, poor souls, don't come here—"
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