I Can See The Success Rate

【Please order all! Ask for automatic! Ask for a ticket! Hey! Hey! Hey! 】

Fatty Wang stood blankly on the spot, his eyes were dull, before the dark fat face, he was dissatisfied with remorse.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds.

...

Time passed minute by minute.

"Hey, friend, what's the matter, Pharaoh?"

A newly arrived leaker glanced at Fatty Wang in the arena with a puzzled face: "Could it be that the wife ran away with someone else and the paternity test report found that the son was not his own?"

"Yo, isn't this Lao Jin!"

The stall owner of booth No. 1 had a strange face, shook his head, and whispered: "It's Lao Wang who did something stupid again!"

"Did he do something stupid again!?" The scavenger named Lao Jin stared, "What stupid thing did he do again, come, come, and say it to make me happy!"

"The name Bai Wu, have you heard of it!" said the stall No. 1 with a face full of gossip.

"Bai Wu, is that the little prince who picked up the leak in our free market?"

Lao Jin said, suddenly paused, then stared in surprise and asked, "What do you mean? Could it be that Bai Wu picked up something good from Lao Wang's hand again!?"

Lao Jin's exclamation was loud.

Although the whole free trading market was full of people, the area in front of Fatty Wang's booth was quite quiet.

Everyone heard Lao Jin's exclamation.

Of course.

Among them, our Fatty Wang is naturally included.

Fatty Wang's chubby face flicked twice, revealing a sad expression, but it looked extraordinarily happy.

"Lao Jin, don't you know that this guy, Pharaoh, just now and little brother Bai Wu, who are both called brothers and daoist brothers, was nothing at first, little brother Bai Wu seems to be here to repay Pharaoh, you I also know that there has been no one in Lao Wang's booth for the past two days..."

"Well, that's right, but it's not his own fault!" Lao Jin shook his head angrily and said, "Who is this guy called Lao Wang? A few days ago, everything was sold, and a lot of people were tricked! And then, I wonder what happened next?"

"And then! Then the little brother Bai Wu decided to take all the things on the Pharaoh's booth. To be honest, the little brother Bai Wu is a real person, and he didn't deliberately lower the price. Every item is a lot of premium! "

The owner of booth No. 1 said, his voice suddenly fell.

Lao Jin's eyes flickered, revealing a curious color.

Because he knew that the real good show was coming.

"The last thing is a picture scroll, little brother Bai Wu didn't even open the picture scroll, he immediately quoted a high price and bought it for 2,000 yuan, but Lao Wang didn't agree, he insisted on taking that picture. The picture scroll is given to the little brother Bai Wu!"

The owner of booth No. 1 looked more and more strange: "In the end, with the insistence of Lao Wang, little brother Bai Wu reluctantly accepted the picture scroll. As a result, Lao Jin, guess what?"

"What's wrong?" Lao Jin was curious.

"A person came out later. Anyway, that picture scroll is not worth a penny as Lao Wang said. The real value of that picture scroll is two or three million!"

The voice fell.

Lao Jin's unbelievable exclamation resounded through the sky: "What! Two or three million! This guy, Lao Wang, gave two or three million picture scrolls to others!!!"

Immediately.

Everyone's expressions became more and more strange.

Fatty Wang's face was pitch black.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds.

After three seconds.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Fatty Wang's heartbroken screams echoed over the entire free trade market.

"Huh? In broad daylight, are you screaming?"

At the entrance of Gu Yun Pavilion, Bai Wu's footsteps paused, "However, why do I hear this cry, it sounds a little familiar? It's strange, I really want to hear it somewhere... Forget it. Now, I don't want it anymore, first find Mr. Che and sell these two things..."

etc!

etc!

"I know who the owner of that ghost cry is... is it Fatty Wang!?"

100%!

Bai Wu: "..."

the other side.

The entrance of the free trade market, in front of booth 1.

The people watching the show gradually dispersed.

It's just that when they left, they were still talking about what they had seen and heard just now.

With a face full of remorse, Fatty Wang silently bent over, lowered his head, and cleaned up his booth.

at this time.

Someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

Fatty Wang raised his head and met the smiling face of the stall owner of the first stall.

Fatty Wang's face darkened.

"Old Wang!" The stall owner of booth 1 shouted with a smile.

"I have something to say!" Fatty Wang said with a black face.

"I'll discuss something with you, okay?" The booth of booth 1 rubbed his hands.

"What's up!?"

An ominous foreboding occurred in Wang Fatzi's mind.

"Actually, it's nothing, even if I call you Brother Wang, you can think about it, can you send me something at any time? My requirements are not high, it doesn't need two or three million, you can give me a value of one. I'm satisfied with the million-dollar stuff!" The stall owner of booth 1 rubbed his hands together and said with a smile.

Fatty Wang: "..."

"Brother Wang~!"

Lao Jin changed his words immediately, and wrapped his arms around Fatty Wang's shoulders with enthusiasm, and said, "Brother Wang, you can't favor one over the other, forget me, my requirements are not high, I don't ask for thousands of dollars. 10,000, don't ask for a few million, you can give me a thing worth half a million, and I will be satisfied!"

Fatty Wang: "..."

"Brother Wang, there is also me and me!"

"Brother Wang, hey hey, don't go, let's talk slowly!"

"Brother Wang, your bag, you didn't take your bag!"

"Brother Wang, slow down, ouch, wait, you slow down, wait for me..."

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