Hell Game: Starting in Metropolis
Chapter 597

Money Really Doesn't Last

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Du Kang Liquor Shop's wines, from lowest to highest quality, were: ordinary, fine, premium, supreme, and divine.

Divine and supreme were only one tier apart, yet their prices differed by a hundredfold.

"Immortals and mortals differ by only one mountain character, yet they are worlds apart. Not only that, there are differences even among divine-grade goods, and those differences can be greater than the gap between divine and supreme grades."

Feng Jizi said.

"Fine, whatever. I'm out of money anyway."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

Now that the discount was gone, he could not afford them even if he spent every last cent he had. Even with Nile Doctor and the others chipping in, it would still be a stretch.

"You couldn't buy them even if you had the money. To purchase divine-grade goods, you must pay with divine-grade dreams or nightmares. You've already used up your purchase authorization."

After getting familiar with him, Feng Jizi had become much more casual in his speech.

"Then how much purchase authorization do I have left?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You can still purchase three bottles of supreme-grade wine. For premium grade and below, you have a total purchasing limit of one hundred million."

Feng Jizi replied.

"Then what grades are Light Wine and this?"

He took out the bottle Thin Horse had given him.

"The bottle in your hand is premium grade. Light Wine is supreme grade."

Feng Jizi glanced at it and said.

"That'll do."

Liu Zheng let out a sigh of relief.

The Vlad III Limited Edition Vampire Girl wanted, the Three Generations Yellow Broth Red Pig wanted, and the Light Wine Gravekeeper wanted—exactly three bottles.

"Senior~"

His eyes darted around, and his voice turned coy.

"Little friend, speak properly. This old man has no fondness for men."

Feng Jizi said in horror.

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