It's really like Grande!

Subconsciously rubbed his eyes, not very tall, half-worn clothes (this point is so eye-catching in the crowd that is accustomed to seeing fresh clothes and angry horses during this time), fortunately there is no patch on it, otherwise Jian Er really has to wonder if this is really living in the romantic capital of the twenty-first century. It was obvious that the gray hair, which had not been well groomed, looked a little rough, and with that countenance that seemed to smell the fragrance of money, it shone with a different brilliance...... , mud girl, this is simply the appearance of the old miser in Balzac's novel!

"Alright, old miser, let's talk less about the useless," Count Dracula stretched out his hand, and the slender staff of civilization in his hand stopped Mr. Grandet's chest, and then pulled him back with a hard fingertips, "Why don't you give us something cheap, such as a discount?"

"Fold?" the corners of Grandet's mouth twitched obviously, revealing an expression of wanting to cut his flesh, "Oh~, my dear Mr. Dracula, you must know how difficult it is for me to do business, for God's sake, the storefront, the labor, and all kinds of taxes...... "Oh my God, have mercy on me," said Grandet, with a look on his verge of madness, "and you are asking me to discount all the small and meager profits that I can only enjoy after paying so many heavy burdens!"

"Really?" Grandet's excellent singing and songwriting performance did not seem to affect Count Dracula in the slightest, but with a very slow motion he pulled out of his bosom a beautifully printed gilded envelope with a pleasant fragrance and shook it gently in front of Grande's eyes.

"This, this, this is Miss Merlian's banquet invitation!" Grandet's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the invitation with an almost pilgrimage gaze, and his hand stretched out towards the invitation as if he were conscious.

Count Dracula's hand holding the gilded invitation suddenly lifted.

"Ah~" Grandtai subconsciously exclaimed, and instinctively pounced upward, as if he wanted to snatch the invitation card into his hand.

"Hey, my friend, calm down!" Count Dracula's hand holding the staff of civilization stretched out, and the head of the staff rested on Grandet's chest, pressing his form back.

The resentful little eyes looked at Count Dracula, as if to accuse him of some strange and inhumane act. Unfortunately, Count Dracula was still unmoved, but shook the invitation card lightly again, with an expression of sitting firmly on the fishing platform and waiting for the fish to take the bait.

"Okay, you won......" Grandet rubbed his face vigorously with his big rough hands, gritted his teeth, and showed a bitter expression, "Erase zero, I'll erase zero for you!"

"Are those zeros after the decimal point?" said Count Dracula's face suddenly contorted, as if he had swallowed a fly, as if he had thought of some not-so-good memory.

Grande's face froze, and his movements froze.

"Sure enough!" Count Dracula sighed silently, not knowing what to say, "I say, old miser, can't you just change your tricks?" or do you think I'll be stupid enough to do the same twice? ”

"My friend, you must know that even if it is a corner and a point, it is money......" Under the almost foolish eyes of Count Dracula, Grandet was finally defeated, and his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he sighed as if he couldn't resist it, his eyebrows were raised, his teeth were gritted, as if he had finally made up his mind, "Okay, discount, ninety-nine discount, I'll give you ninety-nine discount, right?"

"Insincere!" said Count Dracula, giving Grandet a little look of contempt, and with a retraction of his hand, he was about to take the invitation back into his arms.

"Slow, slow, ninety-eight off, I'll give you ninety-eight off. Grandet hurriedly grabbed Dracula's hand and made a hasty eight with the other.

Count Dracula didn't speak, but the one holding the invitation dropped a little harder.

"Nine-five fold, nine-five fold!" Grandet didn't care about anything else, and grabbed Count Dracula's hand, and his voice rose more than an octave at once, and the sharp tone was really very similar to a certain specialty in our ancient palace.

"Ninety-five off, ninety-five off!" Grande gasped, tilted his neck, and a pair of small eyes stunned him to give him the effect of a copper bell's big eyes, "How about it? I'm already very sincere! You must know that this is a high discount that I have never had since I opened the store, and you know, no one has ever been able to get such a high discount from me." ”

"Ninety-five off?" said Count Dracula's slow voice and nodded, "Well, indeed, as far as I know, no one can take such a discount from you. ”

"How's it going, man, you see I'm giving you a very good discount, isn't it?" said Grandet looking at Count Dracula expectantly.

"Do you mean a deal?" My answer, of course, is—" Just as Grande's expectations were at their peak, Count Dracula poured him with a bucket of cold water, "No!"

"Why?, God, Nine-Five!!Nine-Five!! what are you not satisfied with?!" Grandet's voice was almost as good as the scream of the pig when he was killed, and Grandet was eager to grab Count Dracula's collar and shake it vigorously.

"Well, how much do you want me to discount you to be satisfied?" Looking at the rock-hard and unmoved eyes of Count Dracula, Grandet was finally defeated.

"Nine folds!" the thin lips spat out an answer that seemed extremely vexatious to Grandet's ears.

"How much, how much?" Grandet shook his lips as he picked at his ears with trembling hands, looking like he couldn't believe the answer he had heard.

"Nine folds!" repeated Count Dracula.

"No!no!No!Nine folds are impossible, never!!" Grandet felt that he was going crazy, oh my God, nine folds, this was not just cutting his flesh, this was simply bleeding him!"You must be crazy, nine folds, I would never agree, did you hear that? never! never!!"

"Really?" said Count Dracula, looking fearless, and gently unslung Grandet's hands that were clutching his arms, "of course, it's your freedom......, isn't it?

Looking at the invitation that slowly disappeared from his vision, Grandet's determined expression slowly cracked, and at the last moment when the invitation disappeared, Grandet finally couldn't help it...... (To be continued.) )