How much for a pair? Feng Jun glanced indifferently at the clerk. "Talking about money makes it meaningless."
"Do you think this is something money can buy? I gave the Commandery Governor a pair because I admire his illustrious military achievements. Above, he serves the imperial court; below, he protects the common people... A man like that deserves such a gift."
He was lavishly praising the Commandery Governor, but the clerk felt like cursing. Who asked you to give them away? Did he really think the Prefect could not afford them?
Yet he could not curse him. Setting aside the other man's immortal status, Feng Jun had just produced a pair of walkie-talkies as a gift.
His attitude was perfectly clear. This item was not for sale. Giving the Commandery Governor a pair was a matter of respect. As for buying them?
Heh... He was thinking too much.
What a refined person did usually did not invite much criticism.
The clerk felt rather powerless as well. He wanted to leave it at that, but he was unwilling to give up.
He narrowed his eyes and asked with a hint of threat, "Such an important military tool—where does the Divine Doctor intend to sell it?"
Feng Jun frowned and asked unhappily, "Are you questioning me?"
At that moment, he was truly glad he had not sold the things.
He had not sold them, yet they were already behaving like this. If he had sold them, would that not have been even worse?
But when he asked with such a grim expression, the clerk broke out in a cold sweat. The other man was an immortal—what was wrong with him?
After steadying himself, he gave a dry laugh. "How would I dare question the Divine Doctor? I am merely curious. If such