Wisdom Golden Sandcarving

Amid the gasps around them, the bald middle-aged man sitting across from Wang Zhifan glanced at the three Excellent Tier guns on the table. His lips curled almost imperceptibly. Then he looked back at Wang Zhifan and spoke with the confidence of a man with money to burn:

"Little brother, you certainly look loaded. I bet Excellent Tier gear is old news to you! But I didn't come here to buy a few measly Excellent Tier pieces. If you'd do me the favor, how about bringing out a couple of Epic Tier items for me to see? Don't worry, money's the last thing I'm short of. I wouldn't blink at spending tens of billions."

As soon as he finished, the players who had been exclaiming and talking among themselves fell silent. Every eye turned to Wang Zhifan, waiting for his answer.

Judging by the lavish display Wang Zhifan had just put on, they figured there was a good chance he owned Epic Tier equipment. Such gear was so precious that it was virtually impossible to buy, whatever price a buyer offered.

One person reacted differently from the other players: Huang Neng, who had gathered everyone here. He had been watching the trade from the edge of the crowd, but when he sensed trouble, he immediately squeezed up to the table and said to the wealthy bald man in a low voice, "Come on, I told you Brother Wang was only selling Excellent Tier gear. Why bring up Epic Tier? That's not what you said before you came."

But the wealthy bald man clearly did not think much of Huang Neng. He shot him an impatient glance, tilted his shiny bald head, and replied:

"What, you arrange one trade and think you own an auction house? I don't want Excellent Tier