A cool white light illuminated the room.
The darkness was dispelled in an instant. Ham looked at everything in front of him. He had lost the ability to think.
Whether it is candlelight or kerosene lamp, there is no comparison in the face of such brightness.
Ham could hear nothing, and all he could see was the light that made his eyes blurry after staring at it for so long.
After a long moment of daze, Ham finally heard his own name.
"Mr. Ham?" After Ye Zhou called out more than a dozen times, Ham's eyeballs finally moved and gave him some response.
Ye Zhou didn't expect that the lamp could bring such a big shock to Ham.
But on second thought, it is normal. After all, in the previous few dimensions, the natives regarded him as a god.
Then all impossible things have a "reasonable" explanation.
But in Ham's eyes, he is a businessman. In this case, this lamp was man-made. It is certainly shocking and even terrifying that humans can create things that transcend their time and are comparable to miracles.
It was not until half an hour later that Ham finally pulled his mind out of its mess. He held the teacup with trembling hands and asked the first question he had asked since he saw the lamp: "How many lamps like this do you have?"
But he quickly said, "No, one, I only want one, but you have to promise that you will only sell one lamp, and that is for me."
Ham stood up and spoke excitedly: "Only the king can have such a thing, and only the king is worthy of it. No one else is worthy of it."
Ye Zhou understood what Ham meant. Ham was not going to make money from the lamps.
Just as Stan told him, Ham is a man who has gotten rid of "low tastes" and money can no longer impress him.
But power and status can.
Something unique was presented to the king, and even if Ham didn't get the title when he first gave the lamp, he would always have a chance later.
"How much?" Ham stood in the middle of the lounge. He looked at Ye Zhou, his voice trembling, but his eyes turned red.
At this moment, he looked more like a vampire than a human being.
Ye Zhou looked at Ham with a smile. To Ye Zhou, there was no difference between selling one lamp and selling countless lamps. But if one lamp could be sold at the price of countless lamps, that would of course be the best.
"Fifty thousand gold coins." Ye Zhou, "Pay now."
"Fifty thousand?!" Hamm broke into tears. "Do you know what you are talking about? The annual tax revenue of this country is not even fifty thousand!"
Ye Zhou pointed to the sofa opposite him and winked at Wu Yan. Under Ham's reluctant and greedy gaze, Wu Yan left the lounge with the desk lamp in his hand and closed the door considerately.
Ham took a deep breath, calmed down, and sat on the sofa. He said calmly, "Fifty thousand is impossible. All my assets combined are less than fifty thousand. Not to mention me, even His Majesty the King can't come up with fifty thousand gold coins at once."
"Isn't such a lamp worth 50,000?" Ye Zhou said, "According to what you said, if I sell it to you, then this lamp is unique and no one can copy it. You can get what you want with it. 50,000 sounds like a lot, but I believe you will get your money back in no time."
Ye Zhou: "You can't bargain for things in the supermarket. My assistant should have told you this when you came here."
"If you can't come up with the money..."
Ye Zhou blew away the tea leaves floating on the teacup, took a sip and said, "Mr. Ham should understand what I mean."
Ham sneered, "There are no lords or soldiers here. You only have these guys around you, and there are so many old people and women. Why do you think you can negotiate a deal with me?"
The greedy monster finally bared his fangs.
Ye Zhou chuckled and asked back, "No matter what you want to do, I advise you to give up your idea."
"Or you can try it."
Ye Zhou said indifferently: "Then I can try to do a business with no capital."
Ham, who was originally aggressive and wanted to overwhelm Ye Zhou, became quiet. After doing business for so many years, he could tell whether the other party was bluffing or confident. But Ham still tried to test: "Do you have soldiers?"
Ye Zhou raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "No, why do you think so?"
"But I still strongly suggest you give it a try."
After saying this, Ye Zhou stood up, as if to order him to leave: "Since Mr. Ham doesn't want to buy, then we have nothing to discuss. Mr. Ham, go back and have a rest. When you leave, everything you bought will be ready for you."
Ham changed his aggressive and even condescending attitude, forced a smile on his face, and walked anxiously to Ye Zhou. He lowered his head slightly and sighed, "Fifty thousand pieces are too many. Three thousand pieces are the limit of what I can take out."
Ye Zhou did not give in, "Fifty thousand, not a single one less."
Ye Zhou has no psychological burden for a big businessman like Zaiham.
When Ye Zhou was at Luoyang Base, he didn't make much profit even from selling photon cannons, because photon cannons can save lives.
As for the lamp, it was of no use except for Ham to use it to please the king.
It can neither save lives nor change the food on the tables of the poor.
Ham was silent for a few seconds, then he sighed: "I'll think of a way."
Ye Zhou's tone finally became a little gentler: "Then wait until you have enough money and then come to trade with me."
This time, Ham was personally sent out of the supermarket by Ye Zhou.
On the way out, Ham wanted to get in touch with Ye Zhou, but Ye Zhou's response was perfunctory.
It is visible to the naked eye, without any cover-up.
Ham could still smile in front of Ye Zhou, but the moment he returned to the "B&B", his face turned dark.
"Damn it!" Ham threw the vase at the door to the ground.
The vase broke into pieces, but he was still not satisfied, so he raised his leg and stepped on the flowers until the petals were crushed into mud.
"Sir..." The servant who came up was frightened by Ham. The two servants looked at each other and saw retreat in each other's eyes, but they still walked up to Ham.
"Damn black-haired trash!" Ham took the water cup from the butler and drank it in one breath before he regained a little composure. He hadn't been treated like this for many years, and the other party didn't even give him a bit of face.
Even when he lowered his posture, he didn't get the answer he wanted.
"Damn it!" Ham cursed again, but this time his voice was obviously much quieter.
The servants just stood by and didn't ask any detailed questions.
In the supermarket, Ye Zhou was sitting in front of the computer. He looked through his remaining target sales and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fifty thousand gold coins, plus the other goods Ham purchased, had already reached his goal.
The premise is that Ham can come up with the money.
Ye Zhou wanted to become rich overnight, but he didn't know whether Ham would give him this opportunity.
"How much can he give?" Someone came in from outside the lounge. Ye Zhou recognized who it was and answered naturally, "He wants to negotiate for 3,000 coins."
Zou Ming walked to Ye Zhou, supported the table with one hand, leaned forward slightly and looked at the computer screen: "You are not going to agree."
Ye Zhou nodded: "It's not easy to catch a big fish, but you can't tell when the next big fish will be caught."
Ye Zhou didn't want to wait, but he still sighed: "But he will probably bargain with me for a long time, and it won't be possible to reach an agreement in a short time, but even if I want to find a competitor for him, it will be difficult."
Ham came with boxes of gold coins.
If Ye Zhou wanted to find an "opponent" for him to perform a play, he had to at least offer real money, otherwise a seasoned businessman like Ham would never take the bait.
But Ye Zhou didn't have that many gold coins, and the payment that Stan had given before had already been entered into the system.
Now Ye Zhou only had scattered copper and silver coins in his hand, which probably added up to less than ten gold coins.
There is no money to hire someone to act.
Although he can buy gold from the system, the system will not help him make "counterfeit currency".
"Forget it, there's no rush. Let's just slowly grind it out with him." Ye Zhou pushed the chair away, and Zou Ming also moved aside.
Zou Ming hasn't mentioned anything about his personal feelings recently. Since Zou Ming didn't mention it, Ye Zhou just pretended that nothing happened.
He himself knew that this was an attempt to cover up his own mistakes, but Ye Zhou had not yet figured out how to deal with the matter.
When he was in school, some people also confessed their love to him, although they were not men.
But he doesn't need to refuse openly. As long as he expresses a little attitude, the other party will give up.
After all, it is too difficult to pursue someone for a long time, and you may not even have much contact with them, so there is no deep friendship.
He had already sent a message of rejection to Zou Ming, and Zou Ming did not pursue the matter any further, so the matter seemed to have come to an end.
Neither of them mentioned it and just let the matter go.
Ye Zhou has been able to treat Zou Ming naturally in the past two days.
Zou Ming poured Ye Zhou some mineral water and put some ice cubes in it. When he brought it over, he asked, "Are you going to leave right after you get the money or do you want to wait?"
"I don't know." Ye Zhou took the cup of water from Zou Ming. He was not in a hurry to drink it, but looked out the window.
There is a residential building next to the lounge, where a family of elves lives. The family is quite large and they probably don't have the concept of a small family. There are fifteen or sixteen people in the family. Ye Zhou would occasionally look at them and see them clumsily using the tools made by humans.
But they are all good hunters. Except for the children, the adults go out at dawn and have a good harvest every day.
They would exchange some of their prey with nearby humans for money, but most of the time they would take them to supermarkets to exchange for necessities.
The supermarket still sells rice and flour snacks, but no other food.
This autumn, after the human race’s harvest, the supply of rice and flour will gradually decrease.
Otherwise, they are too dependent on supermarkets and have not accepted the country's monetary system. What will they do when the supermarkets leave?
"Wait a minute, at least let me find someone who can open a branch here." Ye Zhou's eyes fell on the little goblin running past the window again, and he smiled, "Seeing how hard they work, I always feel that I can do something for them."
It's like a doctor seeing a patient.
If you can just reach out and help, why not?
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