"You have to pay even if it's two trillion. Contact elder Tang immediately and pay according to the price." Zhang Xiaotian scolded with a gloomy face.
Tang Wen was overjoyed. He was the God of Fortune.
Originally, after a few waves of leeks, the spending power of Xuanwu city had shrunk.
Many high-ranking officials and dignitaries had installed electric lamps in the bathroom, and this batch of goods would take at least a few months to sell, even about a year to run out.
He didn't expect a spendthrift to suddenly appear and settle it in one go.
Looking at the piles of gold, silver, spirit stones, and spirit pills in the void Bag, it was time for him to leave.
However, how was Duanmu Hongxiu going to deal with him?
"Elder Tang, I don't even have these goods of yours in the mysterious West City. Why don't you open a supermarket in our xuanxi city? At that time, I'll give you a piece of land for free. " Zhang Xiaotian said before he left.
