Targeted?
Glancing at Wang Kui, Jiang Qiao thought, What a jinx.
"Son of a bitch."
"What are you selling?"
Jiang Qiao walked over with a beaming smile and looked at the things in the peddler's box. There were common needles and thread, hand-wiping ointment, paper-wrapped candies, children's rattles...
In short.
It was no different from the peddlers who used to roam the streets and alleys.
If this had been anywhere else, Jiang Qiao would have said, "My youth has returned."
Unfortunately.
This was the Supernatural place.
All he could say was, "Sorry."
"Did you get all this stuff from some sweatshop? It doesn't look very high-end. You don't have anything I want to buy." Jiang Qiao spoke with a look of disdain.
"What does the little brother want to buy?" The peddler raised his head.
His dark skin was covered in cracked marks. It did not look like the result of overwork, but rather like skin that had been exposed to the sun for too long.
"Do you have a Rolls-Royce?"
Jiang Qiao asked.
???
The peddler froze, failing to understand for a moment.
"What about a Mercedes-Benz?"
??
"Then you must at least have a Mazda, right?"
???
"Fine, fine. I'll lower my demands again. Get me a Wuling Hongguang so I can drive up Mount Akina."
"You don't have anything at all?"
"Then why did you come out to do business? Didn't you conduct market research before setting up your stall?"
Jiang Qiao wore a look of shock.
The peddler opened and closed his mouth before finally saying, "I don't have what the little brother wants to buy. I have candies and hair oil..."
"Do you have Stankom?" Jiang Qiao immediately asked. "I only use Stankom for my hair."
Uh—
The peddler choked.
"I also have socks..."
"Do