"Uncle, if you had a choice, you wouldn't be here feeding the worms and seeing me, right?"
Tang Chuxia said with a smile that almost made Wu Yue lose his composure.
He wore a cold expression, truly realizing that Tang Chuxia wasn't just bold, but also exceptionally greedy.
He took out a small yellow croaker from his pocket and placed it in Tang Chuxia's palm.
Tang Chuxia weighed it, and it was actually two taels.
Not bad, not bad at all!
It was a good item.
But who carries a two-tael gold bar on them for no reason?
Definitely not an upstanding person, but someone who is extremely unsettled inside.
"This should be enough for now, right?"
Tang Chuxia, acting quite the wheeler-dealer, placed the gold on a rock and smashed it with another rock, creating a dent. She said with a grin, "Not bad, not bad, but it's not heavy enough. If it were a pound, I would definitely be happier!"
