"...Business is good, huh, buddy."
Fang Mo walked over and cheerfully greeted the fruit stall owner.
"Oh, young man."
Seeing a customer approach, the fruit stall owner immediately smiled warmly. "You look unfamiliar. You must be a traveler from out of town, right? Would you like to buy some fruit?"
"Do you have any unripe melons here?"
Fang Mo asked casually.
"?"
Hearing Fang Mo's baffling question, the man was clearly stunned. "Y-you... what did you just say you wanted to buy?"
"Were these fruits shipped over from Erxian Bridge?"
Fang Mo asked again.
"..."
This time, the owner's expression darkened. He frowned, feeling that Fang Mo seemed to be deliberately looking for trouble.
"Ah, forget it, forget it."
Yet at that moment, Fang Mo slapped down a gleaming gold bar. "A stranger in a strange land—I shouldn't be so picky. I'll buy out all the fruit at your stall today."
"Th-this... what!?"
Hearing that, the fruit stall owner's dissatisfied expression instantly turned to wide-eyed shock.
He took the gold bar in disbelief, examined it closely, then opened his mouth and bit it twice. Once he confirmed it was genuine, he was utterly dumbfounded, left staring speechlessly. "Th-this... young sir, are you some noble from somewhere?"
It was no wonder he was shocked.
A chunk of gold that large would be worth more than a dozen Saint Gold Coins, wouldn't it?
Forget buying these relatively cheap fruits—even buying a mediocre Magic Device would still leave some change. If his family lived frugally, it could even support them for years.
"Don't ask so many questions."
Fang Mo did not answer him. "Are you selling or not?"
"Selling! Of course I'm selling!"
With such a windfall falling into his lap, the fruit stall owner immediately nodded wildly. "I'll pack them up for