"Hey, watch your tone," the shop owner said, obviously displeased.

The man chuckled. "Dude, if you're going to pay that much for a Goldmoon, I've got plenty of them at home." Wilbur stopped short. It sounded too good to be true.

"Do you really have Goldmoon, sir?" Wilbur was still suspicious. After all, the antique industry was filled with scammers.

The man chuckled, looking at Wilbur in disdain. "My family's in the mining industry. We dug up no less than fifty tons of this stuff half a year ago. They're still at the mine." No less than fifty tons? Wilbur was overjoyed. Thirty tons of Goldmoon was more than enough to make a formation. Heck, it was even enough to make a weapon.

He handed the man a cigarette, smiling at him. "I'll take all of it! You can chargejust based on this stone, how's that?" "Uhm, sure. We haven't got any use for it anyway," the man said haughtily.

pounds, and he was paying twenty thousand dollars for it." One ton would cost about

of it was considered treasure to a cultivator. Thirty million was a price that was totally worth paying. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet

dude? How should I address you?" "Wallace Lester from Taya City

you! When can we settle this deal?" "One moment. I just need to call my family." Wilbur

he had gone home. Now he was going to have

having a good head on his shoulders. Well, it was just his luck now that he had run into an idiot who was willing

they had just left it at the mining site. There were 70

be making big money selling it off like this, and

dialed his father's

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