Xu Yang was unaware of Chiyan Ghost King's plot.
At the moment, he was too busy counting money, his hands cramping up, to care about anything else.
Technically, he wasn't just counting money.
He was counting gold, jewelry, and silver dollars and ingots!
Ma Long's eyes turned red with envy, he whispered: "Xu Yang... where did you get all these clothes from?"
Xu Yang replied truthfully: "I went on a shopping spree at the street stalls."
"Damn!"
Seeing the boxes stuffed with gold, jewelry, and silver dollars and ingots, Ma Long's face twisted with envy and burst out swearing, "Damn, dead men's fortunes are really profitable! You buy a bunch of cheap items at the stall for a few dollars each, then sell them at the Ghost Market for a profit of tens or even hundreds of times? "
Xu Yang laughed: "Let me correct you, I didn't buy a single item. Instead, I bought a lot of stuff from different stalls, so my prices were cheaper. Each pair of shoes or clothing cost me around 20 dollars."
