Snatching

The three Swiss official inspectors were checking the authenticity of the Rolex on the street. They did not expect the watch to be real. Their jaws dropped. Everyone's eyes widened like clowns.

"That's impossible. How could a Rolex sell at a lower than retail price?"

Just as everyone was shocked, someone immediately said he wanted one.

Everyone turned to look. It was a tall black man.

"Ah, how could it be—that's—"

Everyone looked at the black man like they had seen a ghost. The black man was a basketball star. "Lupe—"

"F*ck, is this for real? Is it Lupe?"

He was a legend of basketball from the Chicago League. Although he had retired, videos of 'the Flying Manr' Lupe had been circulating on the Internet. The legend about him had never stopped, and his fans had never stopped going crazy. That was 'the Flying Man'.

Lupe was about two meters tall. He extended his large hand to greet the people around him. He was accompanied by two tall bodyguards. When they arrived at the stall, they naturally gave off a sense of oppression. "Boss, give me two of them. The Starry Skies."

Ron saw that Lupe had a wristwatch on his wrist. He didn't know the brand or the name, but it had to be worth more than a Starry Sky for sure. Needless to say, the two wristwatches might have been bought for two security guards. Lupe's generous personality was well known throughout the circle.

Lupe was surprised about the way the boss handed him two watches.

The boss was so calm. If a normal person saw him, they would definitely be excited.

I'm not excited, Ron thought. I've just been checked for no reason and were said many rude words to. I'm not excited. I'm just setting up a stall, aren't I? Why is everyone against me?

Ding!

The message tone was wonderful, and Ron felt better only when he heard it.

"I want one too."

"Me too, I want to buy one."

For a moment, everyone in the crowd went crazy.

600,000 USD was a lot, but if they could earn 100,000 USD from reselling it, it would be a big deal. If they could buy a piece at such a price, it would be worth it.

However, there was a limit to the quantity of watches. There were only eight left, and the Rolex company had compensated him with one yet.

Ron did not expect that there would be so many people buying such an expensive item from the stall. There were at least forty or fifty people.

"F*ck, why are you squeezing? I came first!"

"I was in front, so why are you in front of me now?"

"You said you came first, so you came first?"

It was not that people did not have money. The key was what you wanted to buy.

A pauper who did not even have 10,000 USD on him, if he could predict that a house worth 300,000 would rise to 500,000 USD in a month, then this pauper would use all his strength. Even if he had to put everything together, he would have to put the money together to buy the house. As for whether he could return it, that would have to wait.

Most of the people who wanted to buy watches now had this kind of thought in their hearts. Buying 600,000 and earning 100,000 USD in the blink of an eye, how happy was that?

But—

With so many people lining up, there was a problem. It felt like a fight would break out at any moment.

Ron felt a headache coming on. Could he have made headlines the next day?

"An astronomical number of Rolexes appeared at the stall, and the buyers started a bloodbath."

"Everyone, quiet down."

Ron said loudly.

After all, the Starry Sly watches were, so he had the right to speak. Everyone fell silent.

Lupe was also very puzzled. In the past, wherever he went, there would be people asking for autographs. But now, everyone's focus was on the stall. This was really amazing.

However, in the eyes of ordinary people, autographs could not be treated as food.

Moreover, those who could line up were all people with small assets and did not care about a signature.

"Now, there are only 7 units left on the table. Even if you add it on, the Rolex company's compensation of one unit only makes it a total of 8 units. I did a rough calculation of the people in the queue. There are more than 50 people. I'm very honored that my item is so popular. However, no matter how you fight, only 8 people will be able to get the table in the end. Therefore, I will definitely make a lucky draw box—those who get the purchasing rights will have priority purchase—but all those who decide to buy will have to pay a deposit of 20,000 USD. If you get the purchasing rights and don't buy it, then wouldn't I have worked for nothing? What do you think—

"If you agree to my request, you can line up and call for security. There's no need to argue."

"Yes, the boss is the smartest."

People talked about it enthusiastically.

Smith was completely dumbfounded. After what had happened two days ago, although Smith had expected it today, he was already numb to it.

"Eh—where did he get these things?"

Smith was a little troubled. The person he didn't like had turned over a new leaf.

Those who wanted to buy the watch lined up to pay the deposit.

At this time, there was no one who was worried. After all, even the official manufacturers had verified they were real. What was there to worry about?

Of course, there were also many people who thought that the official person was a shill, but Ron didn't care at all. If someone believed it, there were people who didn't either.

However, the appearance of the Lupe made many people believe that it was real.

Furthermore, it was the kind that was absolutely true. Lupe was a famous basketball player. Was there a need to team up with a stall owner to cheat people? Most importantly, Lupe had bought the watch for two of his subordinates. How generous was that? If the item he gave was fake, he would lose all his face.

Soon, everyone paid and it amounted to a total deposit of one million USD.

Remarkably, Mary joined in the lottery.

Ron quickly made a large lottery box out of cardboard.

Everyone went to draw.

"Ah, I got it. I got it."

At that moment, a middle-aged man cried out in shock. He looked like he had gone mad as he showed the note to everyone.

The others looked at him with envy. This meant a hundred thousand dollars, and it was faster than stealing money.

After everyone drew their prizes, some were happy, some were worried, and those who were chosen to buy it were generally overjoyed.

There was a look of pity on their face that they did not manage to buy it. They secretly hated themselves for not buying it immediately when Ron set up the stall.

Ron closed his stall. What was there to miss?

He walked to the three workers and said, "Do you still mean what you said—"

The man said with an ugly expression, "Boss, of course."