A middle-aged man in a dark red robe stood aside, silently watching Ron pull the fishing rod sometimes loosely and sometimes tightly, slowly consuming the fish's physical strength, and his face slowly darkened.
Ron It took nearly twenty minutes to slowly pull the fish ashore, which was already frothing at the mouth and seemed exhausted after running 3,000 meters.
"Sir..., what do you want from me?" Ron asked casually without even looking at him seriously, just minding his own business with the fish in his hands.
The middle-aged man watched Ron cut open the belly of the fish, skillfully handled the fish body, and then threw it into the boiling hot pot. He took a deep breath:
"Your Highness Ron, I heard that you are in urgent need of a store recently. I happen to have a few on hand that suit your needs. I can buy them at the cost price. Do you have this intention?"
"Scoff!" Ron couldn't help laughing. He rolled his eyes and then asked, "I think Peace Square Central Street's store is in a good location. Do you have one there?"
"Yes, I only need 1,500 gold coins." The middle-aged man said solemnly.
"Hmm... I think it would be good to have a store next to Impaxiu Lake. It would also be convenient for me to fish. Do you have one there?"
"Yes, I only need 2,000 gold coins." The middle-aged man suppressed his irritability.
"What about Queen Street? Especially the store on Meng Lisi Street, I heard it is very collectible."
"... Yes, it only costs 5,000 gold coins." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth.
"Oh~ I see..." Ron nodded thoughtfully and turned the fish over in the pot with chopsticks. The strong aroma of the fish soup had wafted out, which greatly increased people's appetite. "I'm sorry, I'm a little short of money recently, I guess I won't be able to buy it."
"You!"
"What are you doing? To do business, you have to be willing to do business. You can't buy and sell by force, right?" Ron looked at him in surprise, "And you came to sell it yourself. I just asked the price."
The middle-aged man took another deep breath to calm down his violent mood, and asked patiently, "Then what price does His Highness Ron think is more suitable? We can discuss it."
"Can it really be discussed?" Ron asked curiously.
"Of course... you can." The middle-aged man closed his eyes and spat out these words from his mouth.
"1000 gold coins."
"This..." the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "If it's the store Peace Square Central Street, 1,000 gold coins is fine!"
After saying this, the middle-aged man was afraid that Ron would not be satisfied, so he quickly added, "Or the store on Moonview Street next to Impaxiu Lake will do."
The cost price of Central Street store is 1500 gold coins. He originally bought it for 1800 gold coins.
As for the store Moonview Street, the cost price was 2,000 gold coins, but the transaction price was 2,600 gold coins!
Now they were all sold at a loss of 1,000 gold coins, and the middle-aged man's heart was bleeding.
But thinking about the pressure put on him by his superiors, he will accept the loss after suffering a little loss. In short, the people behind him will still compensate him.
But Ron shook his head and looked at him with a strange expression. "I'm talking about three shops combined, a total of 1,000 gold coins. Who told you that I only bought one shop?"
"Pfft--"
The middle-aged man didn't catch his breath, and stared at Ron fiercely. "Your Highness Ron... don't go too far!"
"Where did I go too far?" Ron said with an aggrieved look, "You only paid for three shops, but I paid a full 1,000 gold coins!"
"I only have 1,000 gold coins left in my body now. Now I will use it all to buy your shop. Aren't you touched?"
The middle-aged man stood there stiffly, motionless.
In all these years, he has never seen such a shameless person!
Listen, is this human talk?
"There is no negotiation between the three stores for 1,000 gold coins!" The middle-aged man said firmly, "Central Street or Moonview Street, choose one of the two stores, and I will sell it to you for 1,000 gold coins!"
"You just open one Flower Shop, why do you need three stores?"
"Are you just showing off?"
Ron looked strange. "Then why did you buy these three shops? Are you just for fun?"
"I..." The middle-aged man held his breath in his chest and wanted to vomit but couldn't. "You don't have to worry about why I bought it. You just decide whether to buy it or not!"
"Buy it, 1,000 gold coins, three shops, the conditions are all mentioned." Ron sprinkled some seasonings into the hot pot, took a spoonful of fish soup and tasted it, smacking his lips in enjoyment.
The middle-aged man stared at him and asked after a few seconds of silence, "We can't reach an agreement, right?"
"Now you can buy a good store at a price lower than the cost, and the things that happened between us can be wiped out. Don't be pushy."
Ron laughed, not angry at all, took out a bowl and poured some fish soup, then extended his hand to the middle-aged man. "Don't be so harsh, come on, let's drink a bowl of fish soup to calm down the fire."
"No need, I'm not here to have fun with you." The middle-aged man said stiffly, but his nose still twitched twice because of the alluring fragrance.
"That's such a pity..." Ron retracted his hand, brought the bowl to his mouth, blew a few breaths, and drank it in small sips.
On the cold lake surface, eating such a bowl of warm fish soup will instantly make people feel warm in their stomachs.
Ron drank a bowl of fish soup, stood up slowly in front of the hot pot, and asked kindly, "Why don't you try a bowl? It tastes pretty good."
The middle-aged man suddenly became impatient. "Don't talk about these things. I will sell you a Central Street or Moonview Street store for 1,000 gold coins. Whether the transaction is successful or not, please tell me clearly!"
Snap!!!
The middle-aged man was startled, his eyes widened and he looked down at the broken porcelain bowl on the floor. His body froze in place, and then anger began to bubble up.
But before he could vent his anger, Ron's face darkened, and his tone was cold, like frost on a cold night:
"If you don't sell, get out!"
"Don't show shame."
"When you bought each store in front of me, I didn't run up to you licking your face like you did."
"Since you are here to seek peace and reconciliation, then act like you are begging for help!"
"You are obviously here to beg me to buy a store to stop your losses, but you still act like you are bossing me around."
"Don't even think about the identity of the person standing in front of you?"
"Do you think I'm really happy to buy your shop with 1,000 gold coins?"
"In just a few more days, do you believe that you won't even have 1,000 gold coins by then, and you still have to give up those three shops?"
"Now, 1,000 gold coins for three shops, to sell or not to sell?"
"If you don't sell it--"
"Just get the fuck out of here!"
Street Diary: To be honest, this is the first time I have written a serious plot about the protagonist getting slapped in the face... I think it should be okay... right?
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