Hearing Shopkeeper Xu's words, Tang Luo laughed.
"Zhao sister, are you satisfied with this price?"
Tang Luo turned his head to look at Zhao Yuefang and asked.
"Mhm, very satisfied."
Zhao Yuefang didn't expect Xu Zhanggui to agree to eight hundred thousand, which was somewhat surprising.
"That's settled, Shopkeeper Xu, find someone to pack it up."
Tang Luo looked at Xu Zhanggui and smiled.
"Thank you."
"Oh it's nothing, as long as you come by less often."
In an unguarded moment, Xu Zhanggui blurted out what was on his mind.
"Hmm?"
Tang Luo raised an eyebrow.
"Shopkeeper Xu, with that kind of talk, I might have to take a walk on the second and third floors!"
"No, no, Mr. Tang, look at my loose lips, they deserve a slap!"
Xu Zhanggui became anxious and lightly tapped his face twice.
"Enough, I know the rules, as long as you don't provoke me, I won't break them."
Tang Luo shook his head and said.
