Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver novel Chapter 365

"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 charge me just based on this stone, how's that?"

"Uhm, sure. We haven't got any use for it anyway," the man said haughtily.

Wilbur calculated the amount in his head. The Goldmoon he had right now was about thirty pounds, and he was paying twenty thousand dollars for it."

One ton would cost about 600 thousand, and 50 tons would cost him 30 million dollars. That was quite a steep price.

Things like this might not be of use to regular people, but such a large amount of it was considered treasure to a cultivator. Thirty million was a price that was totally worth paying.

Amidst his glee, Wilbur said to the man, "Where are you from, dude? How should I address you?"

"Wallace Lester from Taya City in the Kin Province. Everyone knows me in Taya City," Wallace said haughtily.

Wilbur said at once, "It's an honor to meet you! When can we settle this deal?"

Wilbur was in shock, hurrying to stop Wallace at once. "Dude, what happened to our deal?"

"The stuff's gone. Deal's off." Wallace dragged Wendy away by the hand as if he was dying to leave.

Wilbur frowned. Like hell he was going to let go of something so good.

He stopped Wallace again. "Wait! Tell me what happened, I don't mind paying more if it's the price you're worried about."

"It's not the money," Wallace responded impatiently.

Wilbur asked, "What is it, then?"

Seeing as Wilbur was refusing to let up, Wallace had no choice but to say, "We've been robbed. The stuff's taken gone."