Soon, the old beggar caught up.
"Grandson, look what I bought."
The old beggar caught up and shook the black bag in his hand. Inside were the spoils of war he had just obtained. After a round of bargaining, the original price of 998 was bought by the old beggar at 588.
The old beggar thought that he had taken advantage of her for nothing. He kept touching the black plastic bag.
"This trading market is good. I didn't expect to be able to buy this thing. In the past, this thing couldn't be taken down without a small four-digit number."
Lu Benwei snorted. "Squeeze gently. Be careful not to deform it."
"You don't understand. How can this thing be so fragile?" The old beggar rolled his eyes, not allowing Lu Benwei to talk about his treasure.
"Tsk, isn't it just a little bit of blood mixed into the dough and kneaded a little more exquisitely? I don't want it even if you give it to me for free," Lu Benwei replied disdainfully.
