Chapter 370: I Have Some Goods Here Too
"This …… one."
Sparing Meng Fan's quick mind, he was also dumbfounded by the bald monk's question, and looking at Archmage Zimu, he realized that the guy was gloating and laughing.
"Senior, I want to ask you ……," Meng Fan stared at the fruit knife in the bald monk's hand, "If I don't buy it, it shouldn't matter, right?"
Hearing Meng Fan ask this question, Archmage Zimu hurriedly looked his head out the window with a palpitating look, looking like he had also asked the bald monk this question.
"Of course it's relevant." The bald monk's complexion went cold, a destructive aura spread out from his body, scaring the ghosts into a ball, shivering, "You need to receive three palms from me, if you can, I won't sell this sword to you."
"Why?" Meng Fan had seen the bald monk's methods, not to mention three palms, he wouldn't be able to receive half a palm.
"Because someone who can catch three of my palms no longer needs this sword." The bald monk looked serious, then rummaged around in the parcel and took out another chopper, "This Heaven Opening Treasure Sword is a treasure sword that has killed thousands of ghosts, as long as you slightly store up your sword intent, when you perform it, it will turn into a stunning sword that will split heaven and earth……. Only such a treasure sword can be worthy of someone who can receive my three palms."
Meng Fan suddenly felt his chest tighten to the point of wanting to spurt blood, somewhat understanding why Grand Master Zimu looked so distressed, this bald monk was simply a highly cultivated psychopath!
If he didn't buy it, he would be slapped to death!
If one bought it, it was ridiculously expensive!
Indeed, it made life worse than death!
At this time, the corner of Archmage Zimu's mouth hooked up into a smile that looked sinister.
"Grand Master, we can buy it, but is this thing of yours the real deal?" Stranger frowned and reached out his small hand, taking the fruit knife into his hands and scrutinizing it.
"I'll take a look too."
The girl in black, Lin Jing, had been favored by Mor Li, and seeing that there was trouble, she also brought her face over, and the two of them looked at it together.
"Of course it's real!" Seeing someone questioning his stuff, the bald monk was a bit displeased and thumped his chest, "If it's fake, I'm willing to take three slaps from this little brother!"
"That's not necessary." Stranger shook his head, then lowered his voice and said to the bald monk, "There's no need to look at it, Master Master, you're the real deal, selling it for 10,000 dollars is a bit too much of a loss."
"Huh?" Meng Fan froze at his words, suddenly feeling that things had taken a turn for the worse, thinking that Thing Mori had thought of some brilliant trick.
"Little girl, you can really be a clear-eyed person, could it be that you are also ……" The bald monk's eyes shone with excitement, "Are you also a seller of precious swords?"
"Sort of." Mori Li nodded mysteriously, "Master Master, where do you get your goods from?"
The bald monk tilted his head, glanced at the roof of the car, thought for a moment and said two words, "…… confidentiality."
"Confidentiality is fine." Stranger blinked her beautiful eyes and said with great meaning, "Master Master, I have a cheaper supply channel, how about we work together?"
"How cheap?" The bald monk's breathing was surprisingly sharp.
"You wait a moment." Mori Li touched out his own cell phone, opened a software and scanned it, the result frowned, "It's in arrears, there's no way to access the internet."
"Use mine." Lin Jing is a college student, often online shopping, naturally she knows Mori's intention, take the software to take a picture of the fruit knife, then she can search for buyers of related goods, hurriedly handing her own cell phone to Mori.
"Master Master, take a look." Finding out a fruit knife buyer from the internet, Stranger Li mysteriously brought his cell phone in front of the bald monk, "Here's a better sword, quite a bit better than the one you have, right?"
"This …… is indeed better." The bald monk took a look at his own fruit sword, and then looked at the one on his cell phone, it was indeed more atmospheric than his own, more beautifully shaped, and appeared to have more functions.
"Such a precious sword, if you sell it out, how much is one?" Mori Li was very serious staring at the bald monk's eyes.
"Such a precious sword …… can be sold for twenty thousand dollars!" The bald monk thought about it and said.
"Master Master, take a look, if I buy in, I can buy it for nine nines, once you sell it, you can make nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety dollars and ten cents, much more than you can make with this sword."
"That's true." The bald monk licked his lips and got excited, then asked cautiously, "Girl, if you are so honest, are you harboring ill intentions?"
"A little." Out of Meng Fan's expectations, Mori even nodded, "Doing business, businessmen seek profit, this is the rules of the trade, I supply you, you sold after, is to give me commission, I can not work for nothing!"
"Commission?" The bald monk froze, "What commission?"
Hearing this, Meng Fan has completely understood the means of the stranger, against such a psychopathic patient, do so is indeed a good way, as long as the set play deep, who and who to take seriously, afraid of bald monks do not understand, busy explaining to: "commission is that we have to get the benefits as well."
"Go go, you go aside." The bald monk seemed to be very afraid of Meng Fan meddling in this matter as if he used his body to squeeze Meng Fan aside, his body immediately exuded a compelling aura, and then said to Mori with a solemn face, "How much benefit do you want to take?"
"We'll take three, you seven, how about a 30/70 split?" Stranger Li said very cautiously.
"No problem, it's settled!" The bald monk's face showed joy as he stretched out his hand to Stranger, "Deliver the goods!"
Upon hearing the bald monk say this, Meng Fan felt a little bad, where does Stranger have any fruit knife ah, even if it's an online purchase, without a day or two can't get the goods.
Unexpectedly, Mor Li said, "We want to do a big business, making this kind of sword requires a certain amount of time, let's agree to deliver the goods after three days, how about it?"
"Three days?" The bald monk thought about it and nodded, "Okay, I will find you after three days."
"Hmm. Doing business should be honest, it's a deal, I won't see you there." Mori Li feigned a worried look, "If I get the goods and you don't come to pick them up, I'm going to lose money."
"I'm not that kind of person, I will definitely keep my promise!" The bald monk patted his chest, put both the fruit knife and the kitchen knife into the package, joyfully turned around and walked towards Archmage Zimu, after walking two steps he also turned back and grinned at Mori Li, "Wait for me."
"Wait for you." Mor Li made an OK gesture at the bald monk, the bald monk froze for a moment, then stretched out his own fingers and made a similar gesture in a very raw manner, making Meng Fan look dumbfounded.
"Wait a minute." But at this time, Mori Li called the bald monk to stop again, "I have some other goods here …… do you want to buy?"