It's a Showdown. I'm Really a Rookie

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 a piece here. A pound of soy sauce. " "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 his eyes would never be forgotten by anyone who looked at them. They were as quiet as night. 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 are really better than Am I dead? " 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 boy 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 softly and said: "My soy sauce is sold for eight cents." A pound of money. "

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The plot is okay, but the character of the protagonist is too confusing. One moment he is crazy about selling knives, the next moment he cares about children, and the next moment he kills them? With this IQ, I'm afraid he didn't graduate from elementary school.

: I've always wanted to sell daggers to treat his old horse's illness. Can't I make money in the game? I also keep emphasizing that I am a rookie, which feels too awkward. I keep emphasizing this point. I feel that I am poisonous to the protagonist. I feel that the writing is particularly tough and forced.

People like me who don't even know a few famous brands sometimes don't even feel that others are showing off their wealth.

A female college student holds gold bricks, a female college student is thirty million years old, and is given a fortune, a female college student of three hundred, refines elixirs, a female college student of three thousand, ranks in the immortal class, a female college student of thirty thousand, feeds the Queen Mother, a female college student of three hundred million, unifies the Jurassic era, a female college three billion, rubs the Milky Way with her hands.

How did the author write this character? It's like a 250-year-old. He collects rags and travels to different places every day. There are at least a lot of advertisements and the things he collects are at least related to games. Character determines everything. That's why I couldn't stand it until I read less than 10 chapters.

Although the author initially wrote about the little boy to save his sister. But steal something. Escape halfway when the protagonist is fighting the boss. And threaten the protagonist. Totally a money-grubbing person. It made us feel very uncomfortable. If Mo Yu had not died today, more than 100 of us would have retreated.

Can you stop engaging in mental retardation? I just want to sell knives for money. I almost vomited.