The American kill line? I, a demon hunter, don't eat beef.

[Ding! Witcher, we have detected that you have arrived at the "Goblin Recycling Shop". A new quest has been assigned to you.]

[Goblins: Greedy, cunning, and cowardly creatures with an astonishing obsession with wealth. Respected Witcher, use your exceptional eloquence to win this business negotiation!]

[Quest Reward: Spirit +0.1, Legendary Skill Fragment x1]

"Isn't it just bargaining? You can even package recycling as a business negotiation. System, you're so pretentious."

Zhou Feng made a complaint, then pushed open the glass door of the shop and went inside.

jingle

The silver bells hanging on the door frame rang out with a clear and melodious sound.

Behind the counter was an elderly white man wearing a pair of retro aristocratic monocles. His hair was gray, and although he was dressed simply, he gave Zhou Feng a feeling of old European money.

The old white man was intently repairing the appliance in his hands when he heard the ringtone. He looked up at Zhou Feng, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

There is an old Chinese saying: "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."

To ensure the completion of the system task, Zhou Feng immediately turned on his snobbishness the moment he entered the room.

But the pop-up window that appeared made him freeze in place.

[Name: Winston John, Wealth: ?]

This was the first time he had encountered a situation where the other party's wealth value was marked with two question marks.

Even the previously wealthy Mi Lan could have her wealth value observed.

But it didn't work at Winston's place?

Zhou Feng quickly guessed the reason: the owner of this recycling shop must have assets that far exceeded his current social class.

That's why snobs can't see the other person's wealth.

But how much money can a small shop owner have?

Unable to figure it out, Zhou Feng simply gave up, since he was only there to sell things anyway.

He placed the collected items one by one on the counter: "Boss, how much are these worth in total?"

Upon hearing this, Winston immediately lost his previous refined and easygoing demeanor.

He put on a pair of white silk gloves, and his eyes instantly turned shrewd and calculating, like a cunning fox.

Winston picked up a watch and squinted as he examined it closely.

"Anne Klein women's watch, originally priced at $399, but the dial is scratched and the hands are not moving. I can only offer you a starting price of $10."

Zhou Feng didn't speak, but nodded to Winston to continue.

Winston picked up another guitar, pretended to play a couple of notes, and then shook his head.

"The guitar is out of tune and in very poor condition. Starting price: $16."

"One Hundred Years of Solitude? Hmph, you can turn right and throw it in the trash later."

"A pair of Nike QUEST 6s? That's decent. I can give you $30."

"A display screen?... "

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"Okay, these items can be exchanged for $300 in total."

Winston put down the calculator, adjusted his monocle, and said calmly.

Zhou Feng sneered inwardly. "Something the system values ​​at a thousand dollars, you think you can just swallow it up for 300?"

No wonder you're called a goblin.

He raised his hand and gestured a number.

"That's too little. You know the market price better than I do. It's at least $1,500."

Winston squinted at Zhou Feng, then shook his head.

"It's too expensive. Seven hundred at most, any more and I'll lose money."

Fine, you forced me to do this.

Zhou Feng shrugged noncommittally and wasn't in a hurry to leave.

He simply strolled around the shop with his hands behind his back.

At first glance, I thought it was a leader from somewhere coming down to inspect the work.

Winston stared blankly at Zhou Feng, looking him up and down.

I really don't understand what this person is trying to do.

"Sir, what are you looking for? Do you need my help?"

Zhou Feng glanced at him before sighing, seemingly unintentionally.

"Boss, have you heard? There was a huge wildfire in California recently, which has cost the state government a lot of money."

Winston remained silent, waiting for what would follow.

He doesn't understand. Aren't we discussing prices? Why bring up fire?

Seeing that Winston did not reply, Zhou Feng was not in a hurry and continued to speak to himself.

"It is said that the fire originated from a short circuit in the electrical wiring of a shop, which caused spontaneous combustion. At first, it was just a small flame."

"Actually, if the store clerk had just brought a fire extinguisher and gently pressed it against the flames, the fire would not have happened."

"But they didn't, do you know why?... "

Zhou Feng's voice rang out slowly, as if possessing some kind of magic, causing Winston to ask involuntarily.

Why?

The fish has taken the bait.

A barely perceptible smile flashed in Zhou Feng's eyes.

He leaned over the counter, like a seductive demon, his voice growing softer and softer.

"Because the shop did not have a fire extinguisher, the fire spread rapidly and soon reached the shop's warehouse."

"And inside, there were ten newly delivered gas cylinders. Guess what?"

At this point, Zhou Feng suddenly raised his voice.

"With a deafening bang, the entire shop was reduced to ashes, injuring people on several surrounding streets. The damage exceeded ten million dollars. To prevent similar incidents from happening again, the state government stated that it will strictly inspect the fire safety equipment of street-front shops in the future. If any problems are found, the shop owner will be charged with a second-degree offense and face up to three years in prison."

Upon hearing this, Winston's face turned extremely ugly.

He finally understood why this Asian man had said all this to him!

The store was not equipped with any fire-fighting equipment at all.

This damn Asian man is threatening him!!!

"Boss, you don't want your shop to close down, do you?"

Zhou Feng patted Winston on the shoulder kindly, but considering that the other man was an old man, he didn't make his intentions clear, so as not to upset him.

Winston's face darkened, and his tone was unfriendly.

"So what do you want?"

"Simple. These secondhand goods will be bought back at market price, a total of one thousand US dollars, not a penny less."

"You've said all that just for this???"

Winston is simply unbelievable.

"Otherwise what? Boss, don't get me wrong, I'm a model citizen, I would never do anything like extortion."

Winston: ??? Are you crazy?!

After saying all that, using a mix of coaxing, deception, and threats, all for this?

With a furious expression, he pulled out a thousand-dollar bill from the drawer, threw it at Zhou Feng, and roared.

"F****, take your money and get out of here!"

Zhou Feng, however, didn't care at all. He picked up the money with a grin and casually left a comment before departing.

"The boss is very generous; I'll definitely come back to you for business next time!"

"F*****!!!"

Zhou Feng was met with a barrage of American greetings.

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