The monkey-like young stall owner looked at Wang Ke with great gratitude. If they weren't watched by so many people, he would even want to form a brotherhood with Wang Ke. He thought Wang Ke was like the God of Wealth to him.
"Dude, do you want to trade in cash or transfer money via internet banking?" The young stall owner asked with a smile.
Wang Ke smiled slightly and paused suddenly. He remembered that he did not have that much money.
When he followed Zhao Menfeng out, he remitted one hundred thousand yuan to his family. He paid Li Ruoxi another three million yuan in proceeds from the sale of the talisman, leaving only nearly two hundred thousand yuan. The price of this middle-grade magic weapon was two hundred and fifty thousand yuan. He did not have enough money.
Wang Ke hesitated
