"I can't sell it, can I? This is the only property and reliance of our family."
Ding Huan asked with some uncertainty, his voice very soft, showing a sense of fear.
Tou Jie obviously heard Ding Huan's words and snorted coldly.
Without speaking, the murderous intent was felt by everyone present.
Ding Huan frowned, speaking in an unquestionable tone,
"This spaceship is my family's hope... How much will you pay?"
Halfway through his sentence, he seemed to realize that something in his tone was off, or perhaps he sensed Tou Jie's cold murderous intent, so Ding Huan changed his words on the fly.
"Ten thousand purple gold coins."
Tou Jie's voice was ice cold.
Even the spaceship spot manager at the plaza was somewhat surprised—not that Tou Jie's offer was low, but it seemed a bit high.
When did Tou Jie ever offer such high prices in business?
Under normal circumstances, getting five hundred purple gold coins would already be quite remarkable.
