After Rebirth, My Fiancé Helps Me Avenge the Wicked Scum-Chapter 139 One Million

Chapter 139 One Million

Mengyu felt like crying: Wasn’t this essentially selling gold as if it was iron?

She said to Old Sir Wu, "Old Sir’s strength is truly formidable. Actually, there’s a bit of an issue with this sword."

"What issue?" Old Sir Wu found it odd. She was actually pointing out a problem while trying to sell something?

"Give me the sword, and I’ll point it out to you."

Old Sir Wu’s face took on a very strange expression. "I can hold onto it, and you can still point it out."

He could tell that this father and daughter pair seemed reluctant to sell now.

Cheng Jiuhe suddenly interjected, "We are not selling the sword anymore."

At this, Datong grew angry: "What do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is that I don’t want to sell it anymore." Mengyu said, "If you want these other bronze artifacts, fifty thousand each, take your pick."

"What, not selling anymore?"

Datong pressured Mengyu, "Our Master specially flew back from the M country for this sword of yours, and now you’re saying you’re not selling?"

"If you really want it, then it’s one million." Cheng Jiuhe said.

Datong laughed derisively, "You don’t want not to sell, you just want to raise the price on the spot, right?"

The two bodyguards behind the Master stepped forward, releasing an intimidating aura, bearing down on Cheng Jiuhe and Mengyu.

Instantly, the pressure on Cheng Jiuhe and Mengyu increased substantially, and their faces turned pale. Cheng Jiuhe quickly positioned Mengyu behind him once again, taking most of the pressure onto himself.

Even though he was a Level 7 Martial Artist, both bodyguards were above seventh-level, and it was the compounded pressure of two.

Cheng Jiuhe was almost brought to his knees by the pressure, but he managed to bear it.

Yet, he nearly spit out a mouthful of Heart Blood, forcibly swallowing it down.

Old Sir Wu reprimanded sharply, "Don’t be presumptuous!"

The two bodyguards withdrew their daunting aura and returned to stand behind Old Sir Wu.

Mengyu felt a surge of indignation, a look of humiliation spreading across her face.

Even Cheng Jiu looked ashen: He couldn’t even protect his own sister. He swore to himself that he must breakthrough as soon as he got back!

Seeing the father and daughter’s expressions, Old Sir Wu didn’t wish to offend the locals too much and thus spoke, "Alright then, the price the brother here previously suggested was fifty thousand. You clearly don’t want to sell at fifty thousand, but let’s not say one million either. How about one hundred thousand?"

Datong was surprised: "Old Sir Wu!"

Old Sir Wu raised a hand to prevent Datong from speaking and said, "This sword is worth that price!"

Mengyu retorted angrily, "This sword is worth ten times, a hundred times more than that!"

Datong said with scorn, "You previously said that this sword was worth fifty thousand, now that the Master agrees to give you one hundred thousand, you’re saying it’s worth ten times, a hundred times more than that. Are you just seeing that the Master likes it and deliberately keep raising the price?"

Old Sir Wu also looked at Mengyu with a probing gaze.

Mengyu said bitterly, "Today, when I left home, I took the wrong sword. This one is a Magic Artifact given to me by my Master!"

What Master, of course, was made up.

She was just thinking that by letting them know she had a Master behind her, it would make them hesitate in their actions.

Upon hearing the words Magic Artifact, Old Sir Wu’s expression indeed changed.

If it truly was a Magic Artifact, then it was certainly worth more than that price.

Moreover, knowing there was a Master behind the other party did make him a bit wary.

But he had already offered the price of one hundred thousand, he couldn’t just get scared because the other side mentioned a Master.

Moreover, what Master, what Magic Artifact, perhaps all were fake?

But he really liked this sword and, after thinking a bit, he said, "You first mentioned a price of fifty thousand, I’ve already offered one hundred thousand, that’s quite fair to you. So it’s settled. However—"

He looked at Mengyu, "Just now, that person said your fruits are sold for one thousand five hundred each, just sell me some more fruits then."