"You really plan to sell this lamp?"

Gao Wen didn't say anything, but just looked at him expressionlessly.

This trick was learned from Scarface.

Effect.

Surprisingly good...

I don't know how.

After being stared at Gao Wen's cold gaze for a while, the owner of the furniture store kept all the sluts in his stomach back.

"Eight thousand." He quoted a price.

After saying this price, he wanted to slap himself.

He can sell this thing at most 10,000 yuan.

Why did you register for 8,000 and go out?

This kid doesn't look scary.

Then where did the evil spirit he just felt come from?
Chapter completed!