"God-grandpa, all the Golden Thunder Bamboo chopped up are my hard-earned payment!" Ye Wudao flashed a radiant, sunny smile.
Damn!
Your hard-earned payment!
The old rascal nearly exploded with anger, cursing furiously: "You little brat, do you even know how much a single Golden Thunder Bamboo is worth?"
"Didn't you say ten or so Spirit Crystals per bamboo? God-grandpa, don't tell me you're reluctant to part with them?" Ye Wudao pouted.
"I was lying to you, you twit! Even the cheapest Golden Thunder Bamboo costs at least a hundred Spirit Crystals!" The old rascal cursed: "And you want to hoard all my several hundred Golden Thunder Bamboo? That's worth several thousand Spirit Crystals, damn it!"
What!?
A single Golden Thunder Bamboo costs a hundred Spirit Crystals!
Ye Wudao was dumbfounded. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine the value of Golden Thunder Bamboo would be this high!
