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Is the Dindall Bible really real?

Hearing De Long's words, there was an uproar.

"F*ck, is this possible? A real first edition English copy of the Dindall Bible appeared at a roadside stall?"

Because it was the United States, the people's main religious book was the Bible.

"Could this be a show performance?"

"You might not know who the book reader De Long was. He might not be a celebrity, but he is a big collector, and he is famous in the world."

"No way, this is too crazy."

Snap. Snap.

People kept taking pictures with their phones to record everything.

Then, they tweeted and uploaded the video.

Instantly, the internet was filled with criticism.

Most people did not believe that this was real.

They even thought that the video was edited.

A war of words was inevitable.

But at the scene, De Long was more agitated than anyone else.

This was a complete Dindall Bible, and there was even a proper handwritten certificate of authenticity.

There was no mistake about the production date.

"This is right, this is definitely right. This is real."

The old man was so excited that he was incoherent.

"Father, what are you doing? How can this thing be real?"

"Mary, you don't understand. This is real. I want to buy it."

De Long said seriously.

"What? You want to buy it? That's one million USD!"

Mary was shocked.

She looked at it angrily. Ron said, "Quickly tell my father that this is a fake."

Ron laughed. "Thanks for today, but I never sell fakes."

"You…"

Mary was anxious. No matter how she thought about it, something was wrong. She was afraid that her father had appraised it wrongly.

If he made a mistake, that would be one million dollars.

"Father, you cannot be so rash."

Mary tried to snatch the Bible, but she didn't succeed.

Glaring at Ron, he said, "Can you write a writ to promise that this is real and will accept a refund if found to be fake?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Then, he took out his residence permit and wrote on a piece of paper that the 'Dindall Bible' sold by this stall is definitely authentic."

In the end, he wrote, "If found fake, compensation will be tenfold."

"Here…"

Mary took a picture of Ron's identification and examined it for authenticity.

Then he took the note.

De Long could no longer hold back. The more he looked, the happier he became.

"Young man, I'll transfer the money to you now."

Ding!

The phone rang.

Ron shuddered, too.

He hurriedly took out his phone to check. "You have received 1,000,000 dollars. The balance is 1,000,376 dollars."

Looking at the huge amount, Ron almost fainted from happiness.

One million USD.

It was enough to buy a big house.

It was enough for him to buy a decent car.

It was a complete change.

At the stall, selling just one product was enough.

"Young man, let's meet again next time."

With that, De Long pulled Mary away.

He did not dare to hesitate at all.

He was afraid that he would be targeted, so he had to leave this place immediately.

Similarly, Ron was not afraid.

In this society, if someone wanted to rob someone, it would be to rob them of their pocket money. If they forced the person to tell them the bank passcode, even if they would have told the person, it was still extremely difficult for the other party to retrieve it.

Pupils and fingerprints were required, especially the deposits and withdrawals of large amounts of cash.

The crowd was still in disbelief.

They had just verified that it was a million-dollar deal.

This was not a small sum. Some families would not be able to earn so much money even after ten years.

Even if he managed to earn that much money, other than his daily expenses, there was not much left.

His shoulders suddenly felt heavy.

It was a hand.

"Ron's great, are you serious? He asked for help."

Smith said, showing his yellow teeth.

"Get lost—"

Ron dropped his hand.

Smith had a ferocious look on his face. He didn't believe it. What kind of stall was it that you sold a million dollar item?

Transfer? Who knows if it's real or not?

Many of the onlookers also thought so.

A million dollar deal was done at a street stall? How was that possible?

That was why no one followed after De Long left.

They believed that this was impossible.

And Ron did not care what these people thought.

What he needed to do now was to pack up immediately.

"You burned my stuff, how do I account for that?"

Smith felt embarrassed and said.

"I'll give it to you. How much?"

Ron said.

Smith smiled and said, "That's a limited edition, $1,000 USD."

"Give it to me."

Ron didn't say a word, nor did he care to argue now whether the other party had slandered him or not.

He only wanted to solve this problem as soon as possible.

This time, it was Smith's turn to be stunned. What was going on?

This kid is really rich now?

Still feeling numb, he took out his phone.

Without another word, Ron transferred the money.

Smith was stunned until his phone rang.

Watching Ron's rickshaw being swallowed by the darkness in the distance.

Smith smacked his own lips and muttered, "This can't be real, right?"

This time Ron took the obvious route home.

"That won't do either. I can't increase my safety this time. If only I had a bodyguard."

Ron muttered. He returned home in a state of fear, breathing heavily.

He took out his phone and looked at it excitedly. To him, it was an astronomical amount.

"Damn, aren't we rich now? This is great."

He jumped happily in the room.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sudden knock on the door made him break out in cold sweat.

"Who?"

"It's me, Borg."

"Borg?"

"Yes."

Borg was Ron's landlord.

Thinking about it, it was time to pay the rent today.

He hurried to the door and opened it. Old Borg was a white old man.

He looked troubled as he said, "Ron, I know you're a good person, but since you're renting a house, you have to pay rent…"

"Mr. Borg, thank you for your care over the past few days. I'll pay the rent today."

It was Old Borg's turn to be stunned.

What was going on?

He knew Ron best. He set up stalls, and they were all useless things that could not sell.

When it came to paying rent every month, it was probably the hardest time for Ron.

Why was he so happy today?

Moreover, Borg's wife had instructed them to increase the rent today.

He was very embarrassed to open his mouth, knowing that if the rent increased, Ron might have to leave.

But—what was the situation now?

Ding!

"Borg, I gave you $1,000. Mr. Borg, thank you for taking care of me for so long. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to delay the rent every time.

"Consider this extra money as compensation."

Then Ron bowed politely.