Chapter 115 The Eighth Pawnshop

"Rubrite?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and closed the door with a bang. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What, do you want to rob?" the little fox stretched out his hand and pulled out Lu Qiu, and raised his posture with a fierce face.

"Hehe, I misunderstood, I misunderstood the two!" The middle-aged shopkeeper hurriedly bowed his hand, and said with a smile on his face: "This... Master Monkey, but I don't know where you got this red crystal from?"

"What's the matter, your pawnshop is still in charge of the official and can't try the case?" Wukong raised his hand to grab the red crystal, snorted in his mouth, and turned to leave.

"Slow!" The middle-aged shopkeeper stretched out his arm to stop him, and hurriedly said: "This master, how much does it cost if you make a price?"

Wukong stretched out his hand and put the red crystal on the counter, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "This, you make a price first, see if I am satisfied?"

"Good!" the shopkeeper did not hide it any longer, and raised his hand and stretched out five fingers.

"What? fifty taels of silver?" the monkey pouted, very disdainful.

The middle-aged shopkeeper smiled slightly, still stretched out five fingers and said, "No, no, guest officer, it's fifty taels of gold!"

"Too little, too little!" the monkey squinted to the side, pretending to ignore it.

"What about seventy taels?" The middle-aged shopkeeper stared at the red lazuli, still smiling on his face.

"Too little, too little!" the monkey tapped his hand on the countertop, still not looking back.

"What about a hundred taels?"

"Two hundred taels!"

"One hundred and twenty taels?"

"Two hundred taels!"

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"Okay, it's two hundred taels!" In the end, the middle-aged shopkeeper gritted his teeth and clapped his hands to buy the red crystal.

While hula-la-la, the monkey counted the yellow and clear gold coins, and at the same time swept the various items in the cabinet with a thief's eye, and suddenly asked: "Shopkeeper, do you have any wind beads, water beads, moon beads, yin beads, or something here?"

"Huh?" The middle-aged shopkeeper was stunned when he heard this, and quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, those are all good treasures, where do I have this small shop?"

"None of this? Then you still say that you are only a rare treasure, a jade elixir, and a boast!" The monkey was a little dissatisfied, put away the heavy gold coins, thought for a while, stretched out his hand and pointed to the dusty black stones piled up in the back of the cabinet and next to the wall, and asked casually: "Those stones, are they also some treasures?"

"Baby, hum!" The middle-aged shopkeeper suddenly snorted coldly, and said slightly angrily: "Decades ago, a down-and-out young man gave them to me, and said that he was a good baby, and said that he would come to redeem them in person after the New Year, who knew that they would never be returned, which is really unreasonable!"

"Hey, what the hell is that baby?"

"Fart!" The middle-aged shopkeeper suddenly slapped the table and said angrily: "It's a worthless rotten stone at all, that is, I was a fledgling at the beginning of the year, and I don't know the true face of Lushan!"

"Oh, that's not a good baby, then?"

"Hmph, the thirty-year ransom is up, and I'm about to throw them out?"

"That... Can you give it to me?"

"Well... The middle-aged shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, and said briskly: "Okay, I'm in charge of this, and I'll give it to you!"

The monkey smiled when he heard this, and gladly accepted the three black broken stones. After thinking about it, he turned around and took out another palm-sized red crystal stone, and threw it on the counter, "This, four hundred taels, is sold to you cheaply!"

"Hahaha, good, good!" The middle-aged shopkeeper suddenly smiled when he saw this, and while he took out enough gold coins, he happily took out a special brocade box, and was ready to put away the burning red crystal.

"Hahaha, what's the best baby?"

The door of the store creaked and was pushed open forcefully, and a little Lori, seven or eight years old, dressed in red and holding a golden maltose in her hand, walked in while licking.

"Miss Huoer?" The middle-aged shopkeeper's face suddenly changed, and he shot very quickly, raised his hand to pick up the red crystal and put it in the brocade box.

"Wow, what a beautiful stone, I want it!" Little Lori has sharp eyes, and she sees it as soon as she comes in.

"This... This can't be done!" the middle-aged shopkeeper looked bitter.

"What's not going to work?"

The door of the store was kicked open again with a bang, and with the words, a sturdy young man with a height of two meters and one two, also dressed in red, strode in.

"Hmph, what my sister fancies, whoever dares not to give it, Lao Tzu will cut him to death!" He walked into the shop and stood in the middle with a big thorn, which was the first in this place.

"It turns out that the young master of the fire is here, welcome, welcome!" the middle-aged shopkeeper said welcome, but everyone could see that he probably wanted to cry now.

"What baby, let Young Master Ben also look up and look at it!" As he spoke, the young man snatched the brocade box from the shopkeeper's hand and opened it with a snap.

"Huh, Chispar?" he looked up at the shopkeeper in surprise, then closed the brocade box, turned around and handed it to the little Lori.

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect to have good luck today!" said that, he reached out and took out a small bag from the ring, threw it on the counter, and said with a big sting: "No need to look for it!" After speaking, he picked up the little Lori and prepared to take the door.

"Huo Shao, this?" The middle-aged shopkeeper looked bitter and stretched out his hand to block the way.

"What, too little?" the fire turned around, a hint of anger on his face.

"The rules of this pawnshop, when the things that come in have not been accounted for, you take them away like this, it is not in accordance with the rules. ”

"Hey, I don't care about any of your family's rules, in this three-no town, what I like Huo Yunfei fancies, do I have to talk to anyone about the rules?"

"This... The middle-aged shopkeeper turned his head and glanced at Wukong, his face was red and white, and for a while, he didn't know what to do.

"Brother, that little fox is so beautiful, I want it too!" The seven or eight-year-old little Lori turned her head, and suddenly saw the little fox in the corner, stretched out her hand, and showed a hint of joy on her face.

"Little white fox?" Huo Yunfei turned his head to look at it, and said in his mouth: "The fur is pure white, but it is very beautiful!"

"Brother, brother, I want to bring her back as a pet!" Little Lori grabbed her brother's big hand, held her little face high, and shook it vigorously.

"Well... Huo Yunfei glanced at the shopkeeper and then at the monkey, with a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Okay, how much is this little fox, I want it!"

"Huo Shao, that little fox is not from our pawnshop, she is... The middle-aged shopkeeper stretched out his hand and pointed at the monkey, looking helpless.

"I don't care who she is, since what my sister likes is the stars in the sky, I have to take it off!"

"Huh!" the monkey snorted, slapping the countertop with his left hand.

"Who are you, dare to talk to me like that?" Huo Yun turned around, stared at the monkey angrily, and gave him a few fierce glances.

"Who am I? It doesn't matter! The point is... Who are you?" the monkey deliberately dragged out his tone, tapping his five fingers lightly on the countertop, and sat down in his chair.