Chapter 325: Truths Unwelcome: Part 223 (3)
"Not impressive, the lenses Southerners hype up are much clearer than this," Malin said, pointing to his target. "This thing here."
"You can find them in the four-level warehouse, they are everywhere. Although they seem useless, they are actually nice as gifts, after all, they look pretty nice on the outside."
"But yours are marked up so high," Malin deliberately said, while determining this guy was definitely lying. The lenses might be real, but he wasn’t telling the truth about this thing. He was also trying to rip Malin off, wanting to see if the kid knew how to use this thing.
If that’s the case, it all comes down to acting skills.
"Isn’t this proof of its reliability? Think about it, only stuff from before the great destruction would have such a tough shell."
"Then I’ll take these two," Malin indicated the lenses and a battery.
"The lenses aren’t included." As soon as he finished speaking, Malin didn’t say another word, dropped two hundred, grabbed the watch and battery, and walked away.
The other man fell silent for a moment, then stood up: "Stop!"
Malin stopped, turned around, the .50 caliber heavy snub-nose revolver he pulled from his waist was now pressed against the man’s chest: "Sir, business is always a pleasure, right?"
"Put down the watch, and you can leave," the middle-aged man said as the vendors beside him all stood up.