My Stall Sells Only Restricted-Level Items Novel! - Chapter 36
Chapter 36: The Last Two Items
“Name card?”
Ron froze.
The real purpose of buying a cup at such a high price was just for a name card invitation.
Ron searched, found the last name card, and handed it directly to the green-haired woman.
The green-haired woman almost jumped up in excitement. She looked at Ron as if he was her prey.
Meanwhile, his boyfriend said angrily, “Boss, can I go to your party with my girlfriend?”
“No, only ladies are welcome.”
Ron said.
“What are trying to do? I’m just trying to attend a party. What are you doing? Mind my own business?”
The man’s face was red like blood, but it was clear that he was very concerned. The green-haired woman before him forced herself to keep her already blushing face from turning full red.
But he gathered all his anger in his eyes and looked at Ron like two knives.
“Why can’t men go but only women?”
The man ignored the green-haired woman and said directly.
“Of course it’s a date. What else could it be? It’s my private place. I’m a man, and I don’t know you. Why would I let a man come to my place?”
Ron’s words were blatant and unabashed.
Smith came up beside him and said, “Ron, you’re being too high-profile. Be careful not to get into trouble.”
“Trouble? What trouble? Everything has been done voluntarily. Am I forcing anyone?”
The green-haired woman slammed the glass on her boyfriend and yelled, “Look at you! He just said it out loud, so what can you do? I’m telling you, I’m going. What can you do to stop me?”
“Aisha, you—we’ve been together for three years. Do you know what you’re doing?”
“I know, not only do I know what I’m doing now,” she said, glancing at Ron. “I also know what I’m going to do when I get there. It’s better than following a poor bloke like you.”
Seeing the woman like this, Ron couldn’t stand it anymore.
That man looked a little like his down-and-out self.
“Alright, alright. Stop arguing. Neither of you is allowed to go. I still need to sell the goods.”
With that, he waved at them.
The two left.
At that moment, a yellow-haired young man came to Ron’s stall. The yellow hair was obviously not natural gold like Ron’s, but dyed back.
This young man was interested in the only pair of sneakers on the stall.
At that moment, the people behind saw that they had no hope of buying the goods. What a joke. That Napoleon Bonaparte’s army saber was not something ordinary people like them could afford.
However, they could take photos and upload them online.
There were also many people who had ulterior motives.
But these people had discovered over the past few days that Ron seemed to have a background.
To be able to sell such a valuable item so openly, was he a normal person?
Or was there no one to protect him on this beach in Hawaii?
In any case, even a child would not believe such a thing.
Therefore, no one dared to act rashly.
And even these people remembered how Mr. De Long’s Van Gogh painting had been stolen a few days ago.
In less than 24 short hours, the officials announced that Mr. De Long’s painting had been found.
They believed that this mysterious stall owner was involved.
People were not afraid of guessing, but they were afraid of thinking blindly.
He was already a legend to them.
Plus, in the past two days, Smith’s mess had left many people confused about who Ron was and what his background was.
Therefore, everyone moved to the front of the stall.
The young man said, “How much are these sneakers?”
Ron thought for a moment. “They’re not expensive. Twenty thousand dollars.”
Everyone gasped.
“F*ck, 20,000 USD isn’t expensive, why don’t you go rob that amount of money?”
But no one dared to say that.
“Boss, this is a little expensive.”
“Same old story. If you think it’s too expensive, you can buy it elsewhere.”
Ron said, “These are the shoes Lupe wore to the Chicago Bulls for the sixth championship.
“At that time, there were less than a thousand of them in the whole of America. Every pair was a collector’s item. The price was 20,000 USD, so it was not expensive.”
Ron said a little more.
Because he liked watching basketball games too, so he knew some trivia. Besides, there was a detailed introduction of the products. How could Ron not know the origins of the shoes?
Hearing that, the young man smiled awkwardly.
He did not expect the stall owner to know the shoes so well.
But it would have been better if Ron hadn’t said anything.
After he said that.
Immediately, the young man who had been watching the commotion suddenly said loudly, “Boss, if he doesn’t want to buy it, can he sell it to me?”
“Sure,” said Ron. “You’re the second person to want it.”
The young man started to panic.
“Boss, I was here first.”
“So what if I came here first? You didn’t buy it? Boss, I offer $21,000.”
The young man in front of him had a look of regret. How could he not know the value of the pair of Lupe’s?
The reason he had asked earlier was to see how much of a discount he could get, so he had said a few more words.
“I bid 25,000.”
The two of them actually started bidding.
Everyone was stunned.
That was not all. In the end, there were two or three young people who entered the competition.
Ron had never imagined that something that cost tens of thousands could be sold for millions.
However, he had no idea what was going on. Tens of thousands? If it was half a month ago, Ron would have been the kind of person who would worry about a few hundred US dollars.
In the end, the shoe’s price was raised to $50,000.
This was not a small sum of money.
After all, Ron had only bought it for $200 in the Dimension Merchant City.
Smith was speechless.
Although Smith had no idea what Ron’s costing was.
However, he had heard Sean’s conversation with his men in black at the mercenary base.
That meant that the person behind Ron’s back had asked Ron to sell these things to him as though they were free… There was no costing at all.
In other words, if Ron sold a single product for 500,000 dollars, he would earn 500,000 yuan. The only thing he needed to do was to make some time.
In fact, Sean’s guess was close to the truth, but—could he guess that Ron had a system?
There was no such thing as a system novel in this world.
Naturally, no one would associate it with a system.
Finally, there were only two items left.
A fishing rod and military saber.
Seeing the introduction of the military saber and the price, people kept snapping pictures.
No one said anything. After all, a few days ago, Van Gogh’s paintings could have been sold at this godly site.
Although the military saber was a little expensive, it did not seem like a big deal.
Finally, an old man looked at the fishing rod at Ron’s stall.
“Boss, how much is this fishing rod?”
