“Sell cut cakes!”

“Sell cut cakes!”

"Fresh Dark City specialty cheese, good quality and low price, eat it if you want!"

A middle-aged man with a vulgar eyes pushed a small cart with his strong left hand, and his calloused right hand held a sharp kitchen knife. There were still some cake stains on the knife, which at first glance made people daunt.

His name is Wentai, one of the few powerful people in the Alfari camp that can compete with the gold can.

The left hand probably is because of the frequent practice of iron sand palms. It has a faint natural momentum and is given the title of "Thunder Hand".

The right hand of the knife has the unique skill of cutting cheese, and the shortness of the shortness of the pound is never vague.

Local people will avoid Wen Tai's banner from afar, for fear of causing trouble.

However, a group of people not far away walked over slowly, as if no one was around.

Yang Jian, who was coquettish, wearing sunglasses and a suit, held a sharp fruit knife in his hand, and played with it with interest. From time to time, he glanced around, and seemed not to notice Wen Tai's existence at all.

On the left was Hans in a fighting shirt, and on the right was Bob with a big muscle highlighted by his upper body.

It seems that he is a real rich man!

Wen Tai's eyes suddenly shone, and he hurriedly pushed the cart to Yang Jian and his group.

"Hey", Wen Tai shouted loudly, "That rich and handsome guy over there."

As if he heard someone calling him, Yang Jian took off his sunglasses, looked at Wen Tai casually, and then frowned.

"Who dares to disturb Brother Jian's Yaxing?"

Bob stopped Wentai with one hand.

"Hello Brother Jian", Wen Tai looked at Yang Jian with a smile.

"Xiaoke has the best Dark City specialty cheese here, do you want to try it?"

He had already made up his plan. As long as this rich man wanted a few pounds, he would pay several times the price.

"Hmm?" Yang Jian seemed a little interested.

"The cheese looks yellow and clear, it seems to be good."

“How much do you want?”

Wen Tai was delighted, how could the duck he got fly?

Yang Jian looked up at the weather, it seemed that it didn't matter.

He casually took out a piece of paper from his clothes and then took out a signature pen.

Hans took the paper and handed it to Wentai.

Wen Tai looked happy and hurriedly took it.

"Since this rich man is desperate for his face, I can't blame me for killing him," he muttered to himself.

This paper feels delicate and smooth, and it is made of Holy Scar silk produced from the Sky City.

When I unfolded the paper, I saw that there were a few big words on it, including the Royal Bank of Belmar, and the royal seal was stamped.

This means that as long as the amount is filled in, it will take effect immediately and be guaranteed in the name and reputation of the royal family.

There are only two types of people who can get this royal promissory note: one is the royal relatives, and the other is the spokesperson of the royal family.

Wen Tai looked at the column of the total nine digits with his hands tremblingly.

In other words, a limit of hundreds of millions can be guaranteed.

"Pu" his face was ashes, his legs became weak, and he fell to the ground.

"The little one... I don't know Mount Tai... I'm sorry, sir."

There were more and more people watching the scene, and people were talking about it.
Chapter completed!