This was a robust middle-aged man, dressed in brocade, obviously of extraordinary origin.
"Fifth Master Inman."
The boy standing next to Wyatt Barnes was shocked and respectfully greeted the middle-aged man.
Whoosh!
Wyatt Barnes withdrew his gaze, and a large stack of gold notes magically appeared in his hands. He counted out ten million.
Thud!
A thick stack of gold notes, each of value ten thousand, was placed by Wyatt Barnes on the counter, "Manager King, here's ten million gold... you count it."
Manager King nodded and reached out to pick up the stack of gold notes on the table.
At this moment.
"Kid, are you deaf? I said, I want that 'Green Wave Grass'!"
The middle-aged man's face hardened, and he shouted angrily.
However, Wyatt Barnes seemed to not hear the middle-aged man's words and quietly watched the old man behind the counter count his gold notes.
As for the middle-aged man, he seemed to not dare to act rashly in front of the old man.
