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Chapter 7 The Broker's Name is Ghoul (6)

"Allah, what do you need?" behind the counter, a middle-aged man with a goatee asked. He has narrow eyes, prominent cheekbones, a shrewd face, and is wearing the traditional white robe of the Kingdom of Sand.

His hands were wrapped in his wide sleeves.

Sinbad tactfully got into the crowd of people on the street instead of following Gordon inside.

"I have a few nice things, and I want to ask if you are willing to buy them." Gordon put the suitcase on the counter and browsed around. This medicine shop is not big, and there are not many types of medicines, which are used to treat common colds, fevers and other daily routines.

The main ones are herbal medicines for diseases, and there are also some medicines for stopping bleeding and setting bones. On the most conspicuous shelf, there are three green alchemical detoxification potions, the price of which is at least several times higher.

"Acquisition?" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed and he looked at the suitcase. "What kind of goods are they? Are the herbs collected?"

"It's a very valuable item."

"Sir, we are a medicine shop here."

"Medicine shops can also be a profitable business."

"I need to take a look at the goods first. We don't deal in contraband here." The middle-aged man frowned and stretched his arms towards the copper buckle of the suitcase, preparing to open it. His palms were still hidden in his sleeves and were not exposed.

a little.

One hand pressed on the suitcase first. The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold and he raised his head to stare at Gordon.

"Sorry, it's inconvenient because there are so many people here." Gordon held the suitcase and said calmly, "The goods I brought are more valuable than you think. Why don't we find a place to take a look."

The middle-aged man waved impatiently\u6

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446 Pao Xiu: "There is nothing that cannot be seen here. Sir, I have no interest in wasting everyone's time. If you just want to play some boring tricks, then please——"

His voice stopped suddenly, Gordon opened the suitcase a crack, and the bright pearls came out, making the sunlight dim.

There was a soft "click" sound, and the lid of the box was closed. The flash of greed on the middle-aged man's face did not escape Gordon's eyes. "I'm afraid my time is more precious than yours." Gordon said with an arrogant expression.

He said in a calm tone, "These are real antiques from millions of years ago. I plan to sell a few of them. Of course, if you have a big enough appetite, it would be best to eat them all. In addition to gold coin trading, I also

You can consider bartering."

The middle-aged man smiled: "Since these antiques are so precious, why don't you sell them to a jewelry dealer or go directly to the auction house for consignment?"

Gordon adjusted his one-piece pince-nez glasses: "Just tell me. I have received very reliable information. You can purchase some goods that are not convenient for disclosure."

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly became as sharp as needles. He began to examine Gordon carefully from head to toe. From the gold-rimmed glasses clamped on the bridge of his nose, to the watch chain hanging on his windbreaker, to the ice pattern on his middle finger.

The blue diamond ring finally stayed on Gordon's hand.

These hands are white, slender, and delicate, with smooth skin and no rough calluses. They appear very soft and do not appear to have any lethality. In the last six months of his stay at the base, Gordon exchanged an extremely expensive alchemical beauty potion to remove the calluses on his body.

and scars, completely erasing the traces of cultivation.

The middle-aged man's expression relaxed. There was no noble family crest on the boy's body, and there was no sign of practicing martial arts. He was still a stranger in an unfamiliar place. Although he looked good and had a calm demeanor, he was still a young man after all.

Boy. "You mean, these antiques cannot see the light of day?" The middle-aged man couldn't help but glance at the suitcase again. Thinking of the dazzling and blurry colored light inside, his heart felt hot.

Gordon made a serious face: "I think you misunderstood, I just like secret transactions."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said in a deliberately cold tone: "No matter whether they are black goods or not, they are not something that this medicine shop can eat. We are businessmen who abide by the law."

Gordon stared at the other person for a while: "If you are really not interested, just think that I came here for nothing." He turned around to leave, but the middle-aged man made a waiting gesture.

"Although we can't acquire it, others will be willing to talk to you about the business."

"Who are they? Without a satisfactory quotation, I would rather not sell this batch of goods."

A smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, as if he saw a fragrant little white rabbit about to fall into the coveted wolf's mouth. "Have you seen the door in the back? That's the warehouse. Go inside and keep walking.

At the end, you will see a wooden ladder, go down the ladder, and there will be someone to receive you." He gestured towards the direction of the store, and at the same time pulled the rope bell under the counter a few times.

Gordon hesitated for a moment, picked up his suitcase, and walked toward the inner room without looking back.

He is really a stupid young man. He has probably just come out to work and thinks he can do anything. The middle-aged man's smile revealed a deep sarcasm. If he fell into his own hands, he should take it as a lesson.

Following the other party's instructions, Gordon finally walked into a dark underground corridor.

"Your Excellency, you have a business to discuss with us?" At the end of the long corridor, the miserable green flames of the lamp flickered like a will-o'-the-wisp, making the speaker's beard turn blue, his face gloomy, and the shrill voice seemed to be wandering around the walls.

Beside him, four burly men also looked at Gordon at the same time, all of them with terrifying faces and fierce looks. The flames of the lamps dragged shadows and danced on them, like ferocious dancing demons. There was a round table among them.

, there were several piles of copper coins and silver coins on the table, and beside it was a maroon dice box with peeling paint, which contained three dice. In the corner, there were also a few wine barrels leaning over, emitting the unique smell of ale.

"Yes, it's a big deal." Gordon's eyes crossed the five people and landed on the iron gate at the back. The iron gate was about as thick as a duck egg and fastened with five heavy iron locks. Dozens of people were piled randomly behind the door.

It was just a big sack, bulging and stuffed with uneven things.

"Boy, you haven't grown all your feathers yet, so you don't know what to call"

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u5927Business?" A big man grinned and mocked, while the others laughed wildly.

Gordon sighed softly: "Do the untouchables who drink this low-grade ale know what bird feathers are?"

"Fuck you!" The big man slammed the table suddenly, causing the coins to bounce. The other three big men suddenly stood up and tried to pounce on Gordon.

"Wait a minute." The leader made a gesture, and the others stopped and surrounded Gordon aggressively, with murderous look on their faces.

"Since you want to discuss business, why don't you let us take a look at the goods first?" The leader looked at Gordon and said solemnly.

Gordon opened the lid of the box, and the brilliance of the treasure shone brightly all around. The four big men stared wide-eyed and couldn't help but swallow. The leader was also dazzled and speechless for a moment.

"The goods I have here are all real antiques, and they are the only one in the world, originating from a long-extinct alien race." Gordon casually took out an animal horn wine glass studded with colorful gems from the suitcase, "

This kind of ferocious beast is almost extinct. The horn alone is worth more than ten thousand gold, plus the gems embedded in it, how much do you think it is worth?"

"One thousand gold coins." The leader was silent for a while and said coldly. "It's not this wine glass, but all your goods, which are worth a thousand gold coins in total."


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