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Chapter 270

The moment Shen Zhiliang saw Ye Moyan, his feet went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

Owner.

He never imagined that his master would appear in front of him at such a time and on such an occasion.

"Weier, I finally see you." Ye Moyan slowly walked to Ling Xuewei's side.

"You..." Ling Xuewei was about to ask why Ye Moyan appeared here.

However, Ye Moyan just gently pulled Ling Xuewei behind him. He turned around and said to Shen Zhiliang, who was still in a state of shock, "Shopkeeper Shen, the spirit stone has been given to you, don't you care about it?"

"I...I'll count them right now." Shen Zhiliang couldn't keep calm for a while. He quickly handed the spiritual ring that Ye Moyan had thrust into the hands of the clerk, and handed over the task of counting the spiritual stones to the clerk.

The guys in this underground trading market are definitely professionals, and they finished counting everything in a short time.

"There are a total of 1.2 million pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones in the spiritual ring. Please...please ask the shopkeeper...to take a look..."

After the guy finished counting, he suddenly felt like he was dreaming.

The transaction price of the Fairy Feather Clothes was only one million and two thousand mid-grade spiritual stones, while the spiritual ring contained a full 1.2 million yuan.

If he heard correctly just now, the man who suddenly appeared said that the extra spirit stones were their blessing.

It is normal for customers who come to their place to do business to tip one or two spiritual stones. A tip of more than ten yuan is considered quite generous.

This is a customer who paid nearly 200,000 medium-grade spiritual stones as a hard-earned fee. After working in this underground trading market for so many years, this is the first time he has seen it.

There are so many spiritual stones in this house that I feel very anxious, and I have never seen such a flower.

After a brief silence in the trading floor, the guests suddenly became excited.

The price was one million and two hundred thousand mid-grade spiritual stones. Even the Huang family, who had always been rich, felt that no one could do such a heroic move.

"Thank you very much for your kindness. Your hard work is too much, and the shop deserves it." Shen Zhiliang said in fear, "Okay, let's round up the figure and charge you 1.01 million." A medium-grade spiritual stone, the extra eight thousand spiritual stones are considered as our hard work."

Shen Zhiliang didn't dare to accept the nearly 200,000 yuan of hard-earned middle-grade spiritual stones, but he really didn't want any of it, and it seemed a bit disrespectful to Ye Moyan.

Eight thousand yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones is no more, no less, which can be considered as the profit of their trading house for several months.

As Shen Zhiliang spoke, he asked the clerk to return the 190,000 spirit stones to Ye Moyan.

"There is never any reason to take back the spirit stones I took out. Just take it if you are told to take it." Ye Moyan became unhappy and said with a cold face.

Shen Zhiliang's scalp felt numb, and he no longer dared to mention too many things that Ye Mo Yan Lingshi had given him.

The surrounding customers stared at this scene with their mouths open. They had really learned a lot today. They had seen a lot of people bargaining to the death when buying things. This forced the shopkeeper of the trading house to stuff money, and the shopkeeper was not happy if he refused to accept it. This was really the first time they met.

Some people really want to rush to Ye Moyan and ask Ye Moyan.

Does he know how many treasures can be obtained in exchange for 1.2 million middle-grade spiritual stones in the land of Middle-earth? Now he has so many spiritual stones just to take a picture of a medium-grade heavenly weapon-the Fairy Feather Clothes.


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