All the Wealthy Merchants

Dusk, street, canteen. People, men, two men, one old and one young, standing across the counter. "Is it you?" "It's me." "You're here." "I'm coming." "You shouldn't have come." "I'm already here." "You're here after all." "I'm here after all." Silence, a long silence. The two people, who looked like clay and wood sculptures, were facing each other, but the setting sun was getting more and more slanting. "What are you doing here?" The old man finally broke the silence. "Make soy sauce." He said it crisply, word by word, without any hesitation. The old man pondered for a while and then said slowly: "How much does it cost per pound?" "One piece." Still crisp and clear, without any hesitation. The man's expression changed and he said, "You know I never sell soy sauce for one yuan a pound here." "I only want one yuan a pound of soy sauce." "Is it serious?" "Seriously!" The soy sauce seller stared at the man in front of him. He was very young, but no one would forget his eyes. They were as quiet as night and as deep as the sea. He knew that the young man in front of him was definitely an ordinary person, but he also knew that he would never sell soy sauce for one dollar a pound. The surroundings were still so quiet, as quiet as death. The sunset was gradually setting. He looked at the sunset in the distance and felt unspeakable fear. He smiled bitterly and said, "Do you have to buy it for one yuan a pound?" "Definitely!" "What if I don't sell it to you?" "You can try it!" Silence, deathly silence. After a long while, he raised his eyes and looked at the young man, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll sell you a pound of soy sauce for one yuan, but you don't mention it to outsiders!" He took the soy sauce bottle and a dollar from the boy's hand. The bottle is cold, just like the heart of an old man; the coins are slightly hot, just like the palm of a young man's hand. After a while, the boy took the soy sauce bottle he handed back, turned around and walked towards the door. He won this battle, completely. A trace of pride flashed across the young man's face. But the soy sauce seller stopped him from behind: "Do you think you can really beat me?" The young man's body trembled slightly and his steps paused. "Obviously, I've got soy sauce at such a low price." "Not bad." "Then I have defeated you." "It's a pity that you missed a little bit." The young man suddenly turned around, the muscles on his face twitching slightly. He seemed to realize something, but it was already too late. The soy sauce seller only smiled lightly and said, "My soy sauce is originally sold for 80 cents per catty."

One day, two Americans playing in the forest were chased by a brown bear. On their way to escape, they accidentally trampled on the Russian tent. The Russians were furious and chased him and beat him and the bear severely. Afterwards, the Russians lamented: These two Americans were too weak, even the guy in the fur coat still had a few moments left.

What you write is a bit unpopular and almost no one will read it. Write more about the more popular ones, including new and popular anime, movies, or some old classics, so that more people will watch them😄

The protagonist is a bit silly. This is not a game. You only have one life. He has no strength at all and is still trying to die. I can only say that he is crazy about money. The background has been introduced to be so advanced in martial arts, so why don't you just improve your strength? 😐😐😐😐

There are more than 100 cards, and it doesn't improve your strength. The aftermath of a battle will kill you. You are really convinced. You don't have the strength to show off everywhere.

I don't know why it's not popular. The author should buy some traffic to increase his reputation, and then speculate on the book.

The cover is League of Legends enlightenment runes.

How long has this been going on? The day lilies are cold, why haven't you updated it yet? What are you doing, author? You can just write a hundred words even if you don't have time. You make me very depressed. There are no good novels in the first place. I only read them when I think they are okay. You just let us go. Are you right for the die-hard fans? ?

It feels weird looking at it now.

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