Zhou Li'an still didn't say anything, put the box underground and spread the bison leather flat on the counter.

The leather is crimson red and the leather is slightly hard.

Zhou Li'an clearly saw the old man's Adam's apple rolling several times, and he was already worried: "Pure handmade vegetable-tanned cowhide, please offer the price..."

The old man subconsciously opened his mouth.

Zhou Li'an interrupted with a sneer: "You want to tell me 1,500 dollars, I will turn around and leave, you can try it."

"Fake..." The old man stopped even more, cursed, then helped the tortoiseshell eyes on his face, looked at Zhou Li'an seriously, and changed to a crappy Yuepu for the first time: "Ah handsome guy, you're the one calling you?"

"Zhou Li'an."

"A Zhousheng, we are all from our compatriots. If our own people don't cheat on our own people... How about $2,000?"

"5000." Zhou Li'an didn't even blink.

The old man was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "It's impossible, 2500."

“5500.”

"???" The old man's eyes widened, and he almost fell into his throat with a flop.

He saw that Zhou Li'an was not easy to fool, and he didn't play the emotional card yesterday, so it was impossible to use his compatriots to build relationships now.

The old man changed to English and looked serious: "3,000 yuan, this is the real price. Unless you go to a big city to find channels, no one in Oregon will bid higher than me."

“3500.”

"It's impossible!"

“I have 34.”

"No...hell." The old man's face turned red. He hurriedly walked out of the counter, locked the door, and pulled down the roller shutter door.
Chapter completed!