Mr. Wu suddenly remembered that as a magical weapon, it was not too expensive to sell for 100 million, but he bought it back for only 500,000.
It would be fine if the other party was selling it randomly without knowing the value, but when I asked for 100,000, the other party offered ten times or a hundred times more, and even offered not to sell it.
But at that time, our side pointed out that they went there because of the bronze sword, and if they didn't sell it, they would be rude. It was equivalent to using power to suppress others.
Therefore, he immediately said: "Well, thank you Fairy for giving me the sword. However, as a magic weapon, the price of 500,000 is too little. Why don't I give you another 100 million."
What, one hundred million?
But when you think about something like a magic weapon, it might be worth 100 million if you buy it with secular currency.
However, I feel a little embarrassed to accept money from others after the transaction has been completed. Although it is true that the price was too low because Brother Cheng made a loss at the beginning, and he felt a little forced.
"Old man, do you have anything to ask of me?"
If it's something she can do, she might as well help him do it. She really needs money now.
Mr. Wu asked cautiously: "Well, thank you very much for the spiritual fruit given by the fairy. I wonder if the fairy can sell me some more spiritual fruit?"
Mengyu's heart moved. She sold him a bunch of fifteen grapes last time. Unexpectedly, he actually ate them. However, they were not spiritual fruits, they just contained a weak spiritual energy.
She pondered for a moment and said, "How much does Mr. Wu want?"
"The little old man will take whatever the fairy gives him!" Mr. Wu said.
Mengyu's heart moved. There were too many fruits in her space and they were sold as ordinary fruits. She was unwilling to do so, but like last time, who would buy a thousand and fifteen grapes?
She pondered for a moment and said: "Since the old man wants spiritual fruit, I can sell it to you for five hundred catties. How about twenty thousand yuan per catty?"
Then she would have 10 million, which would be enough for a kindergarten, a staff dormitory, or a roadside shop.
Mr. Wu was overjoyed: "Okay, I'll go get it right away."
Last year, the bunch weighed just over a pound, and he spent 50,000 yuan on it. It cost 20,000 yuan per pound, which was cheap enough.
It wasn't until Mengyu said m yuan that he realized that he had made a mistake.
However, one million yuan is only exchanged for one seven-rm coin, which is still cheaper than before.
Mengyu thought it would be difficult for the other party to come over, so she said: "Forget it, I will send it to you at eight o'clock tonight."
Anyway, the other party already knew her identity, so there was no need for her to hide it, she could just go over with her fan.
"Eight o'clock tonight?"
It's already four o'clock in the afternoon.
Mr. Wu is a little suspicious. Could it be that the other party is not in Peiping?
Mengyu thought that she was not familiar with Xiangjiang, so she asked: "Which hotel in Xiangjiang is the most famous?"
Mr. Wu didn't know why, but he still answered: "Jiandao Hotel"
Mengyu said: "Well, let's do it. I'll leave immediately for the top floor of the Jiandao Hotel in Xiangjiang. We'll hand over there. Is it convenient for you?"
Mr. Wu was a little confused: "The top of the highest floor of Jiandao Hotel?"
"Yes, is it inconvenient? Oh, I know, the lights there are too bright, which is not conducive to landing. So what do you think is the best choice?"
Landing? Could it be that you were flying directly?
The thought of a beautiful woman flying down from the sky and landing in front of him made Mr. Wu feel too fantasy.