"What, you don't want the prizes?"
The four old men seemed to have planned this in advance. Hearing Feng Mountain's question, they immediately started nodding, their heads bobbing like they were pounding garlic.
Feng Mountain found this even more amusing. He raised his voice and asked, "And you want to sell the prizes I gave you back to me?"
The four old men continued to nod vigorously.
They looked completely matter-of-fact, as if their request was the most normal thing in the world.
This audacious move truly left Feng Mountain speechless.
The old saying was right: an old fox just gets more cunning with age.
'They've really got this all figured out. Taking my stuff and selling it right back to me.'
'As far as business deals go, you can't really find a flaw in it.'
However, Feng Mountain wasn't about to indulge this kind of behavior.
'If every event ends up like this, then what's the fucking point?'
He immediately rejected their absurd proposal.
