American Comics: Jar Merchant, Gwen The Bearded Spider

"This opportunity should be given to Ms. Potts."

Stephen took a sip of wine nonchalantly.

"Luo, I really should do a craniotomy on you."

"Look what's going on in your head."

Good doctors don't do it.

Open a shop and sell cans, but such good drinks are free.

It looks like there is something wrong with his brain.

Stephen shook his head.

"You're even harder to understand than the models on Penthouse."

"You should tell Tony Stark that."

"You two should have something in common."

Ron gave him a disgusted look.

"Don't you know that the models in that magazine all had in-depth exchanges with Tony Stark?"

"There's a saying...the attic, Playboy Tony's 'wardrobe'."

"So, you two are kind of like-minded."

"..."

Fellow people?

Stephen was startled.

Then he took a sip of wine in disgust.

He decided that he would never look for models from Penthouse Impurities in the future!

But he is a tough talker.

How could he admit that he had played something that others had played before...

"It has been more than two months since there was no gossip about the playboy and the model."

This means that the models in these two months are all clean?

Ron blinked.

"Well, as long as you're happy."

For Stephen himself deceived himself.

What else could he say.

Unlike Stephen.

Ron was very concerned about Tony's news.

When I found out that Tony was going to Afghanistan.

Conduct an arms display.

He just understands.

The world is about to enter the superhero era.

And Tony is probably blacksmithing in a cave right now.

Shaked his head.

Ron looked at Pepper.

"Ms. Potts, how many jars do you want?"

"I'm not interested in this dark jar."

Pepper looked cold.

She hid out because she was worried about Tony.

As a result, I could still hear others teasing Tony.

If not for drinking Ron's tea.

She just turned around and left.

"How much is the tea? I don't like to owe favors."

"Tea is free."

Ron shrugged.

He knew Tony had a close call in the end.

He will escape even if no one can save him.

So when he spoke, he forgot that Pepper was there.

Ron looked at Stephen helplessly.

"Stephen, my first customer is gone."

"As a good friend, should you make it up to me?"

"What to make up for?"

Stephen was stunned.

Ron: "Buy a jar."

"My store has been open for a day, but it hasn't opened yet."

Buy a jar?

Co-author, are you really planning to open a store to sell jars?

Stephen was speechless.

"If a good doctor doesn't do it, I really don't know what you are thinking."

"Okay, for the sake of being friends for many years, you... only have 10 jars in total?"

There was surprise on his face.

He really hadn't noticed before.

"Why don't you show off more?"

Ron: "Only 10 sold a day."

He also wanted to sell more, but conditions did not allow it.

Maybe there will be more in the future...

"You just said you wanted to buy 10 jars for a total of 1 million US dollars."

"What?!"

Stephen was about to say, how much can you earn with just 10 people.

Hearing the outrageous price from Ron's mouth, his face was filled with shock.

The wine in his mouth almost spurted out.

"You want 100,000 for this broken jar? Are you sure it's not 10 dollars?"

Ron had an 'I knew you couldn't afford it' look on his face.

"Forget it, just buy one, 100,000, thank you for your patronage."

How could Stephen not afford it.

Not counting fixed assets, luxury cars, luxury watches, and luxury homes.

The available cash alone is at least hundreds of millions.

100,000 is really nothing to him.

But... buy such a jar.

Stephen: "..."

100,000 each.

I have to be mentally retarded to buy your jar.

The models in the attic are not worth 100,000 a night.

You can see Ron's expression.

Stephen gritted his teeth.

Damn Fuck!

Just think that my brain is paralyzed!

"No! If you say 10, then 10!"

Stephen took out the card with a dark face.

“Swipe your card! No tip!”

"Haha, the boss is very generous."

Didn't care about Stephen's expression.

Ron reached out and touched Stephen's card.

Then remove the 10 jars.

"Okay, these 10 jars are yours now."

Stephen: "Um, what is that?"

"A new card swiping machine? Fingerprint machine?"

If the phone hadn’t received a prompt.

Stephen thought Ron was teasing him.

"Just keep these broken jars for yourself, they don't deserve to be in my office."

Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure you don't want to?"

"don't want."

"Hey, okay! Then I'll open it."

Ron rubbed his hands and took out a small golden hammer from under the counter.

"I never thought I would be able to open jars one day."

"Don't regret it if I don't get anything good."

I remember opening a can at Du Nai Fen...

Don’t talk anymore. If you talk too much, you’ll just burst into tears.

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