Your Death Will Lead To My Miserable Life
Éditeur: Chrissy
Besides… the spear was for his future father-in-law.
This act perfectly described: "fertile soil never went to the fields of strangers" [1].
Ye Xiao felt happy about it.
"Well… If you really like it…" The shopkeeper thought for a while and said, "750 thousand taels of silver. What do you think?"
The shopkeeper was obviously raising the price.
Ye Xiao knew it as well. The spear might not be ordinary, but for the weapons in the market, the prices of the best ones were no higher than 50 thousand.
Although that spear was far better than those weapons, the price should not be above 500 thousand!
The difference of ten times had reached the limit!
It should be stated that spending 500 thousand for just a spear… would be simply squandering money. A weapon with its spirit broken wasn't worthy of that.
In Ye Xiao's estimation, the spear was only worth about 250 thousand. That was already an exaggerated price.