The caravan that had just arrived stayed overnight and suddenly had to leave.

The benefactor who saved the three young people in the town was leaving early in the morning.

No one knew why, but the young man in the caravan looked depressed early in the morning, and the woman looked angry, but no matter how others asked, neither of them answered, just silently packed up their things and left, there must have been some grievance, and they couldn't say what they were suffering from.

Helping the town so much, who would force them away on the first day, it's too much.

Early in the morning, similar news spread throughout the town in a short time, and it didn't take long for almost everyone to know that the two kind and selfless businessmen had suffered some grievances and were about to leave in a bad mood.

As a result, as soon as the two of them packed their things and pushed the caravan full of beaded fruits to go out, they had just walked halfway, and just left the center of the town, the elderly stationmaster hurried over, and before he could catch his breath, he pulled Monica and Babu, and said sadly: "Two, two, why are you leaving, didn't you just stay for one night?" Why is this leaving? Is it poor hospitality in the town? If you have any complaints, just tell me, and I will ask them to change immediately. ”

Babu sneered and didn't speak, but the anger on Monica's face was gone, and she smiled reluctantly and said: "You are polite, there is no hospitality, it is too simple for us to think about it, heh, it is our own problem, and it has nothing to do with the town"

"This, this ......" the old mayor followed the car and said very sincerely, "It's okay to stay first, no matter whose problem it is, give us a chance to compensate, don't go, you go, I can't explain to the parents of the rescued children." ”

"Can't stay, can't stay." Monica smiled wryly and waved her hand, "I have to leave immediately, it's too hot in town, and in one night, the beaded fruit has already broken a lot, and if you stay for one more day, it will be a little worse, and you will lose a lot of money." Hurry up now, maybe if you're lucky, you might have a chance to recoup some of your losses. ”

"Beaded fruit?" The old mayor was stunned for a moment, and said with a sense of understanding, "Is there something bad that old thing Sherlock has done again?" I told him not to go too far, you two, you wait......"

"No, no, no, don't blame him, this is a contest between businessmen, we are not vigilant enough, too gullible to others, so we lost this war, we can only blame ourselves for not doing enough, we can't say that he did bad things."

Monica smiled calmly, as if she had come to her senses, patted the mayor's hand, and immediately tried to speed up, but before she could get up to speed, Sherlock, the focus of the conversation, rushed over from the side. The mayor glared at him, and grabbed him by the collar in the past to scold, but he seemed to have been prepared, and said loudly with a smile: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, maybe the negotiation was too intense when we negotiated the price yesterday, I forgot to say something, hahaha, this is a misunderstanding, mayor, don't worry, let's talk again." ”

As he spoke, he hurried a few steps closer to the caravan, but the mayor did not leave this time, and remained beside him with great anxiety, watching the actions of Sherlock and the two merchants in confusion.

"I'm sorry, you two, I forgot to mention something yesterday." Sherlock twisted his beard and said with a smile, "Our beaded fruit is indeed very unsusceptible to spoilage, but the premise is that it is put in the cellar with a large amount of ice to cool down, if it is taken out and put outside, it may all rot in a day or two." ”

"You ......," said Babu through gritted teeth, "we asked you about the temperature before." ”

"I didn't say temperature doesn't matter." Sherlock smiled and said triumphantly, "I was just asking you guys how many places in town you think can be cryogenized, hehehe." The truth is that there's one not far from the reception room, but you didn't notice, and I'm not lying. ”

"You ......" Babu clenched his fists, but Monica grabbed him.

"Hehehe, young man, calm down, calm down, you see that Miss Merchant is calm, in business, everyone depends on their ability, hehehehe." Sherlock chuckled, and seemed to remind him kindly, "Actually, I just forgot, it's still too late, there happens to be an alchemist in the town, you two can hurry up and buy a little frost potion, I remember that the cheapest bottle of the market price is only two silver coins, it can cool your car for a long time, buy twenty bottles, and you can last for a month, if you're lucky, you might be able to sell it out in a month." ”

"So you're doing a great job, Director Sherlock." Monica sneered with a gloomy face, "You have exhausted the alchemist's mana beforehand, and you have also purchased all his frost potions, not to mention that his shop is no longer available, and even the frost potions in other shops, including the tavern, have been used up. ”

"What a good means, deliberately exposing flaws, using low prices to attract us to the bait, in order to make us determined to buy all the goods, even at the expense of promising a box of four silver coins at a low price, I really don't know how much you hate us, you must pit us to death." Heh, after the transaction is completed, we will tell us about the low temperature, but at this time, only you have the Frost Potion in your hand, and other ways will not be able to find it in a short time, either we will accompany all the investments, or we will only buy the Frost Potion from you. ”

"Heh, the beaded fruit is super low, but the frost potion is super expensive, how many silver coins are you going to sell for a bottle? Twice? Thrice? Hmph, it's the same operation every year, it seems that you don't use similar methods to pit the merchants, and they can't find it back anyway. ”

"Hehehe, how can you say pits, it's just a normal business behavior." Sherlock's smile suddenly closed, and he said with a cold face, "Hate you? You've helped the town, and I originally planned to be moderate, so that you would lose a little less, but I didn't expect you to perform quite well in the tavern, eighty silver coins, okay, hum, then let's see who is the last person to cry. No one can save you now, as I said, either buy my Frost Potion honestly, or spend the cost of your two gold coins. Give you five minutes, choose for yourself, don't blame me for not reminding you, one more minute, and the beads will be a little more rotten. ”

"You ......" Babu was about to widen the corners of his eyes, and he gasped for a long time before he could hold back his anger, and said hatefully, "Tell me, how many bottles of potion do you have?" How much money are you going to pit us? ”

"Not much, not much." Sherlock regained his smug smile, touched his beard and squinted his eyes, and his voice was much lighter, "Twenty bottles, it should be almost enough for you, it's not too expensive, hehe, fifteen silver coins a bottle, twenty bottles are sold in a package, three gold coins." ”