Mengyu is about to cry: Does this count as gold and sold as iron?
She said to Mr. Wu: "My strength is really great. Actually, there is something wrong with this sword."
"What's the problem?" Mr. Wu felt strange that someone selling something actually took the initiative to tell him the problem?
"Give me the sword and I will show it to you."
Mr. Wu had a very strange expression on his face: "I'll hold it, but you can point it."
He could tell that the father and daughter seemed not to want to sell.
Cheng Jiuhe suddenly interrupted: "We won't sell this sword."
Da Tong became angry when he heard this: "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that I don't want to sell them anymore." Mengyu said, "If you want these other bronzes, you can take them for 50,000 yuan each."
"What, not for sale?"
Da Tong approached Meng Yu: "Our old man flew back from Country M specifically for your sword, and now you say you won't sell it?"
"If you really want it, just one million." Cheng Jiuhe said.
Da Tong chuckled twice: "It's not that you don't want to sell, but you want to sit down and raise the price, right?"
The two bodyguards behind the old man took a step forward, and as soon as they released their momentum, they pressed towards Cheng Jiuhe and Mengyu.
The pressure on Cheng Jiuhe and Mengyu suddenly increased, and their faces immediately turned pale. Chengjiuhe quickly pulled Mengyu behind him again, and he took most of the pressure.
Although he was already a seventh-level warrior, the two bodyguards were both above level seven, and the pressure from the two of them was superimposed.
Cheng Jiuhe was immediately suppressed and almost knelt down, but he held on.
But he almost spit out a mouthful of blood and swallowed it forcefully.
Mr. Wu quickly scolded: "Don't be presumptuous!"
The two bodyguards calmed down their momentum and stood behind Mr. Wu again.
Mengyu felt sad and angry in her heart, with a look of humiliation on her face.
Even Cheng Jiuhe looked ashen: he couldn't protect his sister. He vowed to break through as soon as possible after returning!
Seeing the expressions on the father and daughter's faces, Mr. Wu didn't want to offend the local people too much, so he said, "Let's do this. The price this brother proposed before was 50,000 yuan. You definitely don't want to sell it for 50,000 yuan, but don't say anything.
If it’s one million, let’s say one hundred thousand.”
Da Tong was surprised: "Mr. Wu!"
Mr. Wu stretched out his hand to stop him from speaking, and said, "This sword is worth the price!"
Mengyu angrily said: "This sword can cost more than ten times or a hundred times!"
Da Tong looked down upon it: "You said before that this sword was worth five hundred thousand, but now the old man agreed to give you one hundred thousand, and you said it would be ten times or a hundred times more. You saw that the old man liked it, so you deliberately raised the price again and again, right?"
Mr. Wu also looked at Mengyu inquiringly.
Mengyu said bitterly: "I picked up the wrong sword when I went out today. This one is a magical weapon given to me by my master!"
The master is naturally made up.
She just wanted to let them know that there was a master behind her, so she was a little afraid of doing things.
As expected, Mr. Wu's expression changed when he heard the word magic weapon.
If it is really a magic weapon, it is indeed more than this price.
Moreover, there was a master behind the other party, which really made him a little afraid.
But he had already mentioned the price of one hundred thousand, and he couldn't be afraid just because the other party mentioned a master.
Besides, maybe the master and the magic weapon are all fake?
But he really liked the sword. After thinking about it for a moment, he said, "The first thing you mentioned was the price of 50,000 yuan. I've already given it 100,000 yuan, which is more than worthy of you. That's it. But."
He looked at Mengyu: "The man just said that your fruit sells for one thousand and a half, so just sell me some more fruit."