Laughing Psyduck Calls

Before the fossil revival machine had been fully developed, Pokemon Fossils only had collectible value.

But in the near future, Devon Corporation would be the first to develop Fossil Revival Technology.

By then, a well-preserved Pokemon Fossil could easily sell for eight figures.

So whether it was one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand, to Sato, who was not short on money, it was merely an impromptu investment that could never lose money.

Let alone the fact that Mark was one of the Dark Night Gym's three (ji)(xiang)(wu) bigwigs. In front of outsiders, Sato naturally had to stand up for him.

Now it was the stall owner's turn to look terrible. Pokemon Fossils were extremely rare; otherwise, he would not have set the clearly marked price at two hundred thousand.

But with the price suddenly cut in half, the stall owner began to wonder whether this group had deliberately set him up.

"What, now that I have the money, you won't sell? Weren't you pretty good at bragging just now?!"

Mark refused to let it go, his smug expression making the stall owner grit his teeth.

"I'll sell it!"

The stall owner roared, then directly snatched the Bank Card from Sato's hand, took out a card reader, and viciously swiped it.

"Easy, easy! No matter how hard you swipe, you're only charging the odd change of a hundred thousand. Don't waste your effort," Mark continued sneakily.

Stall owner: (╯‵皿′)╯!!! Although the stall owner really wanted to say, "Don't puff yourself up just to pretend you're a Snorlax," he ultimately held it in.

If that hundred thousand really was just odd change, it would be a double slap in the face.

Seeing how calm and composed the big shot handing over the card looked, he ultimately chose to follow his heart.