stjorthotic Chapter 58 should have been paid extra for the limited edition merchandise.
Chapter 58 should have been paid extra for the limited edition merchandise.
Leo paused for two seconds, then his eyes crinkled into slits with laughter: "Of course, you've said a lot, but our Xiangzi can't stand this."
As he spoke, Leo immediately took out several gift bags, sorted the handful of Xiangzi badges into categories, and finally put them into a tote bag printed with the band's logo.
It has to be said that Leo has gone all out in providing emotional value services.
"There are 32 in total, at $5 each, that's exactly $160," Leo said in a solicitous tone.
"Hey buddy, cash or card?"
The fat white man didn't waste any words and simply pulled a credit card from his wallet: "Swipe the card."
Leo immediately pushed the card reader in front of him, and as the payment success notification sounded, his lips never left his mouth.
The fat man took the bag and left his contact information with Leo: "If you have any more Xiangzi merchandise, whether it's badges, figurines, or anything else, feel free to contact me."
Leo hurriedly took it and put it away, nodding repeatedly: "No problem, I promise to notify you as soon as possible."
"Wait, buddy," Lin Simon said, seizing the opportunity as the fat man turned to leave.
"I also have some limited edition Xiangzi merchandise here, would you like to take a look?"
The fat white man stopped abruptly, turned around abruptly, and strode over: "What merchandise? Let me see!"
Lin Ximeng took the guitar out of a box and handed it to him: "This is a limited edition collaboration guitar recently released by 'Mother Hen Card.' There are only a handful in the entire United States..."
Before he could finish his introduction, the fat man impatiently interrupted him: "I know. There are only ten thousand in the whole of America, and each of the five band members gets two thousand."
"As expected of a die-hard fan, they know even more than I did after doing my research. We've found a sucker this time."
Lin Ximeng sighed inwardly: He had only heard about the power of the fan economy and the "idol fans" who would spend a fortune for their idols online before, but he never expected to have the opportunity to see it with his own eyes today.
I'm sorry, I repent for my past actions.
You fans are right, you should pay extra to buy the limited edition merchandise!
The fat white man carefully took the guitar, examining it meticulously from all angles, his eyes filled with fascination.
After confirming that the guitar was brand new and flawless, he straightened up and looked at Simon Lin, his tone serious: "The official price of this guitar is $280. I know that Xiangzi's merchandise has been on the low side recently."
After hearing these words, Lin Ximeng was about to say something.
The fat white man interrupted first, his tone firm: "But I can't accept that Xiangzi is cheaper than others. $280, cash or bank card?"
It has to be the character fans who are generous.
Simon Lin said, "Just give me cash."
Leo, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed, clearly not expecting that this collaborative Xiangzi-themed guitar could actually sell for the original price, and that the buyer would even raise the price.
Without hesitation, the fat white man pulled out his wallet, counted out 28 ten-dollar bills, neatly folded them, and handed them over, his eyes never leaving the guitar: "Here you go, exactly 280 dollars."
Lin Simon happily put the money into his pocket: $280, all gone!
The overweight white man carefully slung the guitar over his shoulder, picked up the bag of badges, and left the game store with a satisfied look on his face.
Lin Ximeng turned to look at Leo and found him slumped in his chair, his brows furrowed, muttering to himself, looking annoyed and regretful.
Clearly, Leo was regretting not gritting his teeth and buying the guitar earlier, watching helplessly as the profit he was about to make slipped away.
Fortunately, the badge sold for $160, so it wasn't a complete loss.
Lin Ximeng was in a good mood, feeling that he always managed to get a good price every time he came: "Relax, I might come back in a few days and bring you some nice things then."
"Really?" After hearing Lin Simon's words, Leo quickly added, "Then it's a deal. Come again next time you have something good, and I'll definitely give you the best price."
......
After saying goodbye to Leo, Simon Lin hopped on his mountain bike and headed towards the campsite at the No. 39 bridge arch.
It didn't take long before the familiar outline of the bridge arch came into view.
As soon as Simon approached, he saw Riley hunched over, gripping the handles of the clothing bags tightly with both hands, struggling to stuff several large, bulging bags of clothes into a cardboard box in the corner.
Gloria squatted to the side, reaching inside to rummage through the clothes.
"These things are taking up space, and there's not enough room for all of us in the camp to wear them."
Gloria picked up a blue coat, shook it, and turned to Riley, saying, "Do you think we should find some people to sell these things?"
I heard that Isidora knows quite a few Black people; they often set up stalls on the roadside, selling our goods alongside theirs, and I reckon they sell quite a few.
Riley wiped his sweat, shook his head, and said, "Didn't Simon say that the temperature was going to drop recently? He said these are for keeping for cold weather."
Gloria tossed her coat back into her bag. "Getting colder? I don't believe it. I've checked several weather forecasts, and they haven't mentioned it at all."
"So what if the weather forecast didn't mention it?"
Lin Ximeng parked his bicycle, smiled, and walked over to greet him.
"When did you Americans become so superstitious about science? This is the result of divination."
Hearing Lin Ximeng say this, Gloria's expression of suspicion deepened:
"Fortune telling? Can that be relied upon?"
Before I came to America, I had a fortune teller tell me that I would become rich in less than six months. And what happened?
We still have to make do under the bridge.
"It was hard to say before."
Just then, Jerome returned, placing the large bundle he had been carrying at the camp.
"Simon, as you said, this is a waterproof cloth that we got from Ah Han."
He looked at Gloria and said, "The last time Simon and I caught a car thief, it was thanks to Simon's divination."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Chris walked in carrying a large bag of waterproof cloth, right behind Jerome. Upon hearing the word "fortune telling," he immediately shook his head: "Fortune telling? I don't believe in that."
He tossed the tarpaulin next to Jerome's bag, his tone resolute.
"I had a tarot reading done before, and it said I'd never find the right lover in my life, but that's all nonsense! I've found Isidora now, haven't I?"
Gloria, a gossip enthusiast, immediately ran over to ask when she heard that Jerome had caught a car thief: "Using divination to catch a car thief? Tell me what's going on."
Jerome answered in detail, specifically mentioning that he found Simon Lin's divination very magical.
Gloria listened with great interest, occasionally asking for more details.
After hearing the whole story, she turned to Chris and suggested, "Since you don't believe in divination, how about we make a bet? We'll bet on whether it will get colder and rainy tomorrow, and the loser will give the winner 100 jars."
Chris chuckled, clearly not taking Gloria's words to heart: "It's a bet. Forget 100 jars, if I lose, I'll drink your foot bath water."