You are my contract! I don’t recognize it, how can you recognize it?

Yager gritted his teeth fiercely.

Although it is maintained by his power, in order to ensure absolute binding power, the contract is regular from the beginning, so——

'Transaction established.'

This feedback was received by both parties.

Green's gloomy mood finally improved a little.

As a fool, even though he made a mistake due to lack of information, he would not be reduced to the point where he could not even tell that the opponent was short of money.

His depression didn't go away, it just spread to other people.

Yager asked with a gloomy face: "Do you accept other payment methods, such as extraordinary items?"

"In principle, it's not impossible." Green replied with an even brighter smile, "You can replace six thousand pounds of it through cooperation. I just want to go to the Church of the Night in a while."

"Of course, given that this is an alternative to money, I still essentially want ten thousand pounds, so it will not be completely equivalent to your value. Do you agree?"

This is the ultimate pull between scammers.

Yager silently clenched his fists.

He would not have fallen into such a passive situation originally, because the terms he set up at the beginning were not only relatively fair, but also biased towards himself. As long as the price was equal, he would not lose too much.

The difficulty is that now he has no money, and in order to deceive the other party, he has reached a "mutually agreed" terms in advance, and he also hopes that the other party can solve the problem of tentacle creatures.

He can't even turn against the other party.

Tsk.

He will definitely be beaten when this order is over.

"Instead of nine thousand pounds, the Church of the Night is not an easy target to deal with. I also need to take a certain risk." He gritted his teeth and bargained for the price.

"Seven thousand at most. The gold pound is also very important to me." Green opened his eyes and told lies.

As an Amon, the thing he lacks most is probably money.

But he is always short of fun.

Inside Mrs. Summer's luxuriously decorated house, two young men started a fierce competition for two thousand pounds.

…

Forty minutes later, Yager, who struggled hard for the price difference of two thousand pounds, finally reached the final price of two thousand five hundred pounds instead of seven thousand five hundred pounds.

He sent Green away without mercy.

Standing at the entrance, he could vaguely hear the roars of the children tutoring next to him. The day at No. 23 Shuiwen Road had already entered a long homework session in the evening.

The neatly dressed Green stood at the door and touched his slightly curly black hair.

"Ah, I forgot I wasn't wearing a hat." Green put down his hand and smiled inexplicably, "Goodbye then, Mr. Drester."

The evening breeze blew gently through the streets, cooling Yager's heart as much as it did.

"Go slowly without seeing me off." He closed the door without hesitation.

The wooden door painted dark brown clicked shut in front of Green Amon's eyes, showing the owner's bad mood.

However, facing the empty garden, Greene swept away the depression he had felt half an hour ago and felt joyful from the bottom of his heart.

Today, he lost, but he also won.
Chapter completed!