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Zhang Lisheng stopped and looked in the direction where the sound came.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a white blue denim suit, obese figure, with two beautiful mustaches on his lips under his nose, holding a string of bracelets made of bright red stones in his hand, and an expression of "You don't know anything" on his face. He looked at a black girl with a low body but very plump figure on his face, constantly shaking her head.

Although it was a little different from the last time I met, the man's black hair, sculptural facial features, concave face, long chin on his face, dark skin, and the short sentence "Whatever I want" written on the top of his feet. The white canvas filled with strange groceries all show that he was the owner of the grocery store who once sold Island Dragon to Zhang Lisheng in Queens, New York.

Thinking of this grocery store owner who claimed to have dug up the tomb of the emperor in a war-torn Kosovo, and rowed a wooden boat to cross the ocean to the United States, he first lived safely in a garbage community full of thugs in Detroit for several months. Later, he moved to Queens, New York and then faced the criminals with guns. Zhang Lisheng's pupils suddenly shrank in the mysterious and strange aspects of his body.

"Is this another accident..." he murmured to himself, crossing the abortion and walking to the grocery stall.

"This bracelet matches your skin color. Think about it, Miss. It only costs 30 meters, and only 30 meters, you can have the first piece of jewelry in your life." It seemed that the young man who was approaching was a regular customer who had made large transactions with him, the former grocery store. The current grocery stall owner is still seriously bewitching the black girl who is slowly planning to pay for it.

Unfortunately, when he was about to succeed, a low voice of a pun was distorted by the good business, "This is obviously a bracelet made of silicone, but you can sell it as ruby.

Mr. Mahmoud, you haven't seen each other for a few years, and you are still so good at 'performance'."

When the girl who had already taken out her wallet heard this, she looked carefully at the bracelet in her hand, and suddenly threw the bracelet on the ground in anger. Then she shook her chest and said to Zhang Lisheng, "Thank you, cool brother." Then she raised her little finger to the middle-aged fat man who couldn't tell the difference between human race, turned around and left.

"What a rude girl. This is the failure of the American free education method. It's so sad." The owner of the grocery stall sighed, bent down and picked up the bracelet. He put it carefully. He looked up at Zhang Lisheng next to him, and he greeted enthusiastically as if he had just found him surrounded by the stall, saying, "Oh. It turned out to be you, my respected redson (Red Young Master).

It’s really a coincidence that meeting you in Boston is incredible…”

"A coincidence, maybe," Zhang Lisheng interrupted the grocery stall owner and smiled and said, "Mr. Mahmoud, it seems that you have just arrived in Boston not long ago, right?"

"Yes, that's why I set up stalls and sell goods overnight and earn some money to rent a house and open a store. Every time I move, I suffer heavy losses.

However, New York will likely become more dangerous than Detroit in the future. Even if you pay a small price, it will be safer to go to Detroit, the university city," Mahmoud zuoyou looked, poked his head, and lowered his voice, "Aren't you here too?"

Hearing that the grocery store owner did not deny his guess, Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a moment, pondered for a while and replied: "Yes, I'm here too. Have you thrown away your Arab robe? Is it much less persuasive when selling these weird groceries in jeans."

"Oh, in recent times, because of constant explosions, Arabs are interrogated by FBI (FBI) when buying a pot, so it's less troublesome to wear denim outfits.

More importantly, after living in the United States for so long, I feel that I have completely integrated into the culture here. I am a real denim. Wearing denim suits is also very consistent with my temperament." Mahmoud touched his beard with a obviously Middle Eastern style and said sincerely.

"You really feel like a cowboy now, but you may be riding a camel, so you can't sell it. But it's okay, Mahmoud, can I help take care of your business. Is there any 'Comodoron' you sold to me last time? I want to buy another one to accompany the last time?"

"Of course there is no sir," the grocery stall owner shook his head quickly. "How can a living creature like Comodoron be said to have it?"

"Oh, what's the right thing in your stall is suitable for me, but you once said in front of me that your business is dedicated to the "strong people" of the present and the future. How can I buy something and not beware of finding you?

"You really bought me with what I said before," Mahmood, who had a very changeable expression, suddenly became hard like pig iron, and sighed inexplicably: "The traces of fate are really unchangeable, but you can put the bet on you...

Forget it, since fate is arranged like this, I can only accept it.

I do have a 'gun' here that suits you very well."

"What?" Zhang Lisheng curiously asked questions and answers when he saw the grocery store owner's sudden change in expression and attitude.

"A real 'trivial treasure', this kind of treasure must be negotiated first and then traded."

"A real 'trivial treasure' is like the real 'ruby bracelet' you sold just now, Mr. Mahmoud," said the young man with a smile: "But even if you sell that 'ruby bracelet', you will let the customer see the goods first and then sell it, right?

Where can I sell things, I don’t even know what the goods are, so I just negotiate the price directly.”

"So you don't accept this kind of trading method?" Mahmoud was stunned for a moment, clenched his fists nervously, licked his lips, and said calmly.

Zhang Lisheng was about to nod, but suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. Following the intuitional order, his nod turned into a shaking head, "Of course, it's not absolutely unacceptable. Tell me the price you want to sell, right?"

"Enough for me to spend my whole life and three promises after you become a 'powerful person'."

"It's enough for you to spend your whole life, and my three promises," Zhang Lisheng frowned and said, "This kind of condition is too general.

If you only want to live like a real grocery store owner in your life, 50,000 meters per year is enough. But if you want to live like the kings of the Middle East, even if you are alone, 100 million meters per year is not enough..."

"We take a compromise number, 5,025,000 meters a year, as long as I live, I will pay once a year." Mahmoud stared at Zhang Lisheng's eyes and interrupted him.

"Ha, this is really a very creative idea. As for the promise, you can't let me die one day, I will die."

"The promises I want you to make cannot infringe on your life and abilities, and must be one-time."

After listening to the grocery store owner, Zhang Lisheng was silent for a while and suddenly said, "Mr. Mahmoud, you are not pretending to fool me, right..."

Mahmoud said with a blank expression: "Whatever you think, my price has been issued anyway. Now if you answer 'want' or 'no'?"

A 'treasure' that you don't even know your name will be sold for more than 50 million yuan a year, plus three one-time promised conditions. Anyone with a rational person will flatly refuse such a transaction. However, Zhang Lisheng looked at Mahmoud's face and pondered for a while, but said, "Give me an account and we'll make a deal."

Hearing this, the grocery store owner's face suddenly became as dark as a rotten wood, and he whispered: "Your luck is really good, but even with this precious 'prop', you will still want it in the future..."

Mahmood was halfway through his words, pressing his neck like he suddenly suffocated, his face suddenly turned red, and his lips gradually began to turn purple.

A few of them gathered in front of the grocery stall, originally planning to see if this "flea stall" has anything worth selling;

Later, I felt that the dialogue between the stall owner and Zhang Lisheng was very bizarre. All the young people who were left to watch the fun found that Mahmoud had difficulty breathing and did not seem to be pretending. They hurriedly surrounded him and wanted to help, but Zhang Lisheng was standing still.

A few minutes later, the grocery stall owner, who had been gasping for a while, pushed away the kind-hearted young man beside him, took out a banknote from his pocket, squatted down, found a black water pen in the grocery pile that looked like a wine barrel, and wrote down an account.

Then he took out a stamp-sized portrait of a masked clown from his arms and handed it to the young man with the banknotes. "The money is transferred into this account. The treasure is called 'The Mask of Comedy King'. That's all I can tell you, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Mr. Mahmoud." After taking the portrait of the clown as the size of a fingernail, Zhang Lisheng touched it and felt it was made of leather. Although he was puzzled, he still carefully put the picture in his pocket and stopped following the crowd to watch the show station. He turned around and walked towards a hamburger shop across the street.

Walking into the lively and brightly lit burger restaurant, the young man spent twenty meters at the counter, ordered a bunch of fast food such as cola, beef burger, fried chicken chops, etc., and sat down at a small single dining table by the window. He took out the portrait of the clown under the bright light and looked carefully.

The clown with a white smiling mask covering her face on the front of the portrait is unclear, but she looks like a vivid feeling, and it should not be a print.

Because the whole painting only has a head and doesn't even have a lantern, it is impossible to guess the age and background of the characters.
Chapter completed!