The person who offered five times the price was smuggler number one, named Fan Tong.
Last time he came, Fan Tong said he could take ten of them, but this time he took thirty.
The second highest price was paid by a woman, Hu Xue, who also bought twenty items.
Others also received some, but some who bid similarly didn't get the quantity they wanted, only two or three.
The third smuggler obtained six.
Brother Wang was dumbfounded when he saw that all the live poultry had been divided up.
How could that be? The businessmen who came this time were clearly all small businessmen!
How could there not be a single one left!
Brother Wang panicked a little: "Xiao San, sell me those six of yours."
Number Three politely declined: "Brother Wang, these are all pre-orders from customers, and I've already received deposits. Why don't you ask this... farmer again?"
Since we met, Xia Chuhe has never revealed her real name; her nickname is AAA Farm Owner.
Brother Wang looked at Xia Chuhe.
Xia Chuhe's ability to release 150 birds directly indicates that she is a space-type user.
She was accompanied by only one man, and the other women, though not short, did not seem difficult to deal with.
On my side, there are a full ten grown men.
Brother Wang's eyes darted around, and he waved his hand: "Little girl, you still have live poultry, right? I'll pay double the price."
Ten people followed behind Brother Wang in a neat row, looking quite imposing.
Xia Chuhe loosened the paper that Brother Wang had submitted for bidding: "That's all, that's all."
The paper fluttered down, and everyone could see what Brother Wang had written.
Fan Tong laughed heartily: "Hahahaha, Wang Laoba, you've always claimed that your chamber of commerce is very powerful, but it turns out you can only afford this little bit."
Wang Laoba was furious: "It's only worth this much money to begin with. You bunch of idiots, you've artificially inflated the price and let others rip you off."
Wang Laoba pulled out a thunderbolt: "Today, if you don't sell me live poultry, nobody's leaving."
The nine men behind Wang Laoba also drew their weapons, looking ready to fight if they dared to challenge him.
Xia Chuhe snapped his fingers, and blazing flames licked the roof of the safe house.
The flames quickly subsided, like a docile little snake coiled around Xia Chuhe's wrist.
Xia Chuhe smiled and said, "If you want to stay, I can grant your wish."
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