"How much are these two swords, then?"
The young man who had just offered five thousand to buy Pipi was dressed head to toe in designer brands, with a thick gold chain around his neck and a Rolex Hulk on his wrist. One look was enough to tell he was the sort of rich second-generation brat whose daddy had money.
He was very displeased by Zuo Yi's refusal. Like everyone else, he thought Zuo Yi was deliberately raising his price, but instead of bidding higher, he turned to ask about the price of the Golden Inch Swords.
His expression was half-smiling, and his tone was frivolous. He clearly had no sincerity.
Zuo Yi replied blandly, "One million each. Two million for both."
His voice was not loud, but everyone nearby heard him clearly. An uproar immediately broke out.
"Two million?"
"My God, did I hear that right?"
"Has he gone broke?"
"Two million? Heh, what a joke!"
"Well, this has certainly opened my eyes today."
"Hahahaha!"
The rich kid burst into laughter, bending over so hard that tears came out. "Two million? Hahaha, that's killing me!"
Zuo Yi's expression did not change, as though he had not heard the mockery at all.
Did an elephant need to care about the clamor of ants?
Not at all.
Bao'er puffed out her cheeks and secretly said to Pipi, "He's a bad guy!"
Pipi nodded. "Bad guy, bad guy!"
The rich kid, who had been labeled a bad guy by the little girl, finally laughed himself out. Wiping away his tears, he reached toward a Golden Inch Sword. "It looks pretty good. Let me see what makes it worth two million!"
However, Zuo Yi blocked his hand. "My swords are very sharp. Don't touch them unless you're a professional swordsman."
Given how sharp