Chapter 140: Grapes for 1,501 Each
Chapter 140 Grapes at 1,500 Each
Old Sir Wu meant that the price of the sword had changed from fifty thousand to one hundred thousand and was not negotiable anymore, but he could add some extra in the name of buying fruit.
"No way!" Cheng Jiuhe said.
"Why not?" Old Sir Wu looked at Cheng Jiuhe: "Didn’t you just mention selling a fruit for 1,500 each? Now that I am buying, why can’t I?"
Mengyu stopped her brother and winked at him.
Seeing the look in her eyes, Cheng Jiuhe hesitated. Could it be that there was only one Spirit Fruit? It made sense. After all, how many could she possibly have in her possession?
To have even one was quite fortunate already; it must be given by her Master, right?
"I can sell you the fruit, but this sword is worth ten million. Because my brother quoted fifty thousand earlier, it shouldn’t cost you ten million, but at the very least, it should sell for fifty thousand," Mengyu said, taking out a bunch of grapes, "There are thirty-four in total, each for 1,500, which makes fifty thousand. Let’s round it down and add the sword to make a total of five hundred fifty thousand."
In reality, that bunch of grapes was only worth a tiny bit of Learning Value. She was playing with words, changing "individual" to "piece".
Datong wanted to get angry again. A bunch of grapes for fifty thousand—were these golden grapes?
After some deep thought about the bronze sword, Old Sir Wu nevertheless agreed to Mengyu’s demand: "Alright, five hundred fifty thousand it is. Let’s go to the bank and transfer the money right away."
He was intending to give some compensation anyway. What kind of fruit it was or how much it cost didn’t matter at all.
But it was only after he tasted the grapes that he realized what regret was. Why didn’t he just ask for more fruit?
Seeing that Old Sir Wu was easy to talk to, Cheng Jiuhe felt a bit more balanced inside. However, when he remembered the fruit Mengyu had produced, he felt a bit anxious, fearing that it might still be Spirit Fruit.
Once at the bank, Mengyu became somewhat frustrated, as she did not want the other party to know her account details. How should she manage this?
Cheng Jiuhe seemed to catch on to Mengyu’s intent. He pulled out a bankbook: "Transfer to this account."
Old Sir Wu transferred the five hundred fifty thousand to the account Cheng Jiuhe had specified.
Datong reached out to Mengyu: "Where’s my commission?"
Mengyu remembered telling him that if he found someone to buy her bronze artifacts, she’d give him one piece of bronze.
Moreover, Old Sir Wu didn’t really force the purchase; they had initially shouted out a price of fifty thousand, then starting from the ground up, offering five hundred thousand, which was quite generous.
The blame was on her for not recognizing earlier that it was a Magic Artifact.
Plus, Old Sir Wu was willing to compensate her with fifty thousand for a bunch of grapes, which wasn’t too bad.
As a result, she promptly took out a bronze wine jug and handed it over to him.
Therefore, just before they parted ways, Mengyu spoke quietly behind Old Sir Wu: "Old Sir Wu, don’t you dare lose that bunch of grapes."
Old Sir Wu smiled bitterly. He really went crazy, buying a bunch of grapes for fifty thousand.
And why did he feel the need to compensate her? Just because she claimed the bronze sword was a Magic Artifact?
Watching the "father and daughter" pair board the bus, he shook his head.
Datong was relishing the grapes, thoroughly enjoying them: "You gotta admit, these 1,500 per grape are delicious." He just couldn’t stop eating one after another: "Damn, these are really freaking delicious."
A bodyguard, hearing him praise the taste, also picked one to eat. After a single grape, his expression changed, and he quickly began to snatch at the grapes to eat more.
Seeing the two of them enjoying it so much, another bodyguard also picked one to eat.
After just two grapes, feeling a sudden change in his stomach, his face went pale, and he snatched the entire bunch: "Stop eating them."
Datong, seeing the bodyguard refusing to share even a bunch of grapes, couldn’t help but complain: "It’s just a bunch of grapes, you stingy ghost!"
Overhearing the name "stingy ghost," Old Sir Wu looked back to see his bodyguard seizing the grapes. He chuckled. These adults were fighting over grapes, as if they’ve never had them before.
But once he found out what kind of fruit they were, he deeply regretted letting them eat the grapes so freely.