goods
Author: Cheng Jianxin
goods
After some haggling, Allen and Spanner agreed on terms - ten times!
"Remember, you still owe me ten dates!" Spanner smiled evilly, "I will slowly enjoy the process of collecting debts from you."
Allen couldn't laugh it off.
After ten trades, will Spanner burn bridges?
It seems more conducive to survival if she had promised her thirty times from the beginning.
However, Allen didn't want to give in.
As a time traveler, he understands the other party's subtle mentality as a luxury consumer better than Spanner herself.
In the sex trade market, Allen positions himself as a "luxury product".
He always tries his best to provide perfect service.
If the customer's experience is "satisfactory", it is equal to his failure.
Customers must experience surprises beyond their expectations in order for their services to receive a passing grade.
He did this not because he was mean, but because he wanted to build an irreplaceable brand.
To build a luxury brand, the first factor is limited edition.
No matter how exciting something is, the more often it is done, the more dull the marginal experience will be.
To keep customers fresh, it is necessary to be reluctant to sell.
What you can't get is the best.
Expensive price is also a necessary condition for luxury brands.
Consumers always make the mistake of reversing cause and effect: evaluating the services they receive based on the price they pay.
It seems that the more you spend, the higher-end services you purchase.
So everything can be negotiated, but the price cannot be reduced!
Spanner's phrase "I'm not tired of it yet" is just a shining Sword of Damocles, isn't it?
Allen knew it well.
One's own trading value depends not only on one's own masculine charm, but also mainly on how strong the spanners' vanity is.
Once you lower your value and lose the attribute of "luxury", you will probably die faster!
…
The goddess Rhea worshiped by the insectoids, the mother of all insects, has a dual identity.
He is not only the evil god who brings locust plagues and famine, but also the "harvest god" who symbolizes bees and butterflies gathering nectar for pollination.
The statue of Rhea has a much better look and feel than the statue of the plague god with a human body and a rat head.
A beautiful young woman carved from jade-colored animal bones, with a smile on her lips and a gentle expression.
In her arms she held a basket filled with fruits and crops.
Butterflies and bees landed on the goddess's clothes, while spiders lay docilely on her shoulders.
Allen rubbed the goddess statue in front of Spanner.
Put the palm of your left hand against the ear hole of the statue, and the bone spurs will pop out quietly, scraping off a little bit of dried marrow.
"Eat special food: bone marrow impregnated with divine power!"
"Potential +3!"
"Spirit +1!"
The Insect Mother Idol provides more potential than the Plague God Idol.
Does this mean that the power of the Insect Mother is superior to that of the Plague God?
It was not convenient for Allen to ask Spanna about these issues in person.
I have to hide my curiosity in my heart first.
The top priority is to get rid of the two plague warlocks.
…
The next day, it was almost closing time late at night.
Jamie and Sarah came to the Panthers' tavern and ordered a table of good wine and food.
As soon as the food and wine were served, Jamie snapped his fingers gracefully.
"Waittress, come here!"
The two waitresses in the store have already gone home from get off work.
Kelly is wearing an apron and mopping the floor.
When I heard the guests greeting me, I quickly came over to socialize.
"Two distinguished guests, what else do you need?"
"The food and wine are good, please call the chef and bartender over," Jamie stroked his carefully trimmed mustache and smiled, "I want to express my gratitude in person."
Kelly had only seen this kind of gentlemanly request on the theater stage in the past. This was the first time she had met such a discerning customer in her own tavern.
Kelly quickly ran to the kitchen and called her mother and father over.
A family of three came to the guests.
What awaited them was not the appreciation they expected.
Jamie smiled brightly, and served a plate of shiny, fragrant roast goose just out of the oven in front of Allen's mother...
Throw it on the ground.
Snapped!
The white porcelain plate was smashed to pieces.
The roast goose was tumbling on the floor, fat splattering everywhere.
Donna suddenly tightened her grip on the apron, her knuckles turning white, and the color drained from her face.
"Is this for human consumption?"
Sarah stretched out her foot and trampled the roast goose hard.
"This kind of garbage is only for rats to eat!"
With a vicious sneer on her face, she whistled.
Outside the tavern, there was a scalp-numbing scream!
Countless fat rats rushed in through the doors and windows!
The rats were like a gray torrent, gathering around the dining table and munching the roast goose crazily.
The horrific scene in front of them shocked Allen's parents.
Kelly was also trembling.
He managed to stay calm and put his parents behind him.
Sarah looked away and stared at her feet.
"Oops! The garbage soiled my new shoes!"
As she spoke, she stretched out her left foot in front of Kelly.
Pointing to the grease stained on the red high heels.
"Waitmaid, get down on your knees!"
"Lick my leather shoes clean!"
To be continued...