After the young man in front of him said this, the stall owner sighed slightly and pushed the treasure box in front of the young man.

His intention in doing this is actually very simple. Strange sweets can be said to be contraband, but even if they are contraband, there are still people who dare to take risks and take responsibility to secretly manufacture and sell them secretly.

As long as they don't make their business too ostentatious and don't break the rules set by the association, the possibility of an accident is relatively small. It can even be said that even if the police see someone selling strange sweets on the street, they won't show too much complacency.

Strange sweets have also appeared in other markets, and there are even records of strange sweets being sold at large auctions. If you add that each of these requires police intervention, it would be a big fuss.

A small fight can be forgiven or treated as if it never happened, but once a stable and prosperous society is disrupted, the police can only deal with it impartially and arrest these traders who violate their will with all their strength.

"Young man, I think I am destined to be with you, so I think this strange sweet food is given to you." The green-haired boy said something puzzling when he opened his mouth.

"Why, don't you want to use it to make money?"

Xuan Hui is even more aware that a recipe like Strange Sweets, which is in the hands of a few people, can be sold at a price that can reach sky high. Now, a Strange Sweets was given directly to him, which still makes him feel very uneasy.

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Because no matter what, when others start to give you things, you must be careful when dealing with them.

His parents once told him that if things can be settled with money, sometimes you should never owe others a favor.

Once you owe a favor, sometimes you have to risk your life to repay it.

What my parents said is really wise, and you can see the world as soon as you hear it.

Xuan Hui hurriedly turned a deaf ear to the strange sweets delivered to his door. The green-haired man was slightly startled, but immediately he took back the treasure box containing the strange sweets, turned around, cleaned up the stall, and put back today's unsatisfactory income.

Go into your fanny pack or purse.

It’s hard to make money nowadays, even by selling Pokmon Balls.

An ordinary 200 yuan pill is just a profit of a few cents.

The better the performance of the Pokmon Ball, the more expensive it is, and the more profit you can make.

But even so, the trainers who buy them will never go to the stalls to buy cheap Pokmon balls.

They think it is an insult to their own Pokémon. The Pokémon they like should live in clean and expensive Pokémon balls. To be honest, cheap ones can no longer satisfy high-end trainers.

"Just because I think highly of you, don't say that. If you can trust me, come with me." The green-haired boy said.

"Where to go?" Xuan Hui became alert and alert.

"Well, don't worry, how about going to my house and letting me go on a trip with you?" the green-haired boy said clearly.

"Hmm..." Xuan Hui hesitated for a moment, shook his head suddenly, firmly disagreed, and refused: "No, I'm very poor, and the team can't support a single teammate."

"Who wants you to support yourself? If you have money, you can sell medicine while traveling to support yourself." Brother Youyao showed off and took a picture of his black credit card with gold foil edges that symbolized his identity.

A credit card designed specifically for rich people, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that minors are not allowed to use the credit card.

However, if it is a supplementary card that his parents gave him permission to use and gave him as a gift, that is another matter. He has already spent so much money at a young age, and he still sells fake medicines on the street?

What kind of method is this? Xuan Hui is a little confused about the situation.

He spoke silently and then said: "You are so rich, why do you still need to sell fake medicines?"

"Call me Brother Youyao." Brother Youyao said with a smile.

"Brother Youyao."

Xuan Hui called him symbolically, but there was no disadvantage in calling him.

"Where are the fake medicines? My brother Youyao never sells fake medicines. These are all real medicines." Brother Youyao hurriedly defended.

"Uh, whatever." Xuan Hui didn't want to explain more, glanced at him and hummed: "By the way, why did you ask me to go to your house?"

"Hmph, you'll know when you get there. Come with me."

Brother Youyao took a deep breath and stood up slightly.

With a huge black bag on his shoulders, he walked boldly first without saying a word.

Brother Yao led the way, and Xuan Hui followed closely without thinking too much.

In the past, he might not have paid attention to this kind of person, but when he found Brother Yao looking at him, the kind of sincere kindness exuded was definitely not something ordinary people could fake.

Xuanhui was actually very naive. Maybe he thought Brother Youyao would use it to buy his medicine, but he never expected that he would comment on Brother Youyao's business methods.

Brother Youyao made an unusual decision and promised not to take any money.

I want to give him exotic sweets and propose a group trip.

This was a result that he never dared to think about, and he would travel with his companions.

Creatures like companions should not exist for him. Xuan Hui can almost feel isolated from everyone.

Even if it is an older aunt who is easier to get along with.

Spending a day with him will make you feel tired.

Naturally, people his age would find him boring, perhaps because he is too lonely.

He would choose to sit in a crowded place and be in a daze when he has nothing to do, because otherwise, he would feel even more lonely.

Someone offered to form a team with him, which still made him feel very happy.

It was because of this idea that he wanted to try to be friends with Brother Youyao.

Although I don’t know how Brother Youyao will treat him, even if we only become friends for a few minutes.

When we arrive at our destination, we still don’t know what will happen.

Therefore, even if he was injured again, it no longer mattered to him.

As long as there are a few more scars on the trauma in my heart, I will never feel pain again.

He has become numb.

Not long after walking, there were many tall bushes nearby.

After passing through a patch of grass, a huge castle-like building soon appeared on the mountainside not far away.

Magnificent, black castle.

That is Brother Youyao's home.

Brother Youyao didn't take it seriously. He held his mouth and didn't make a sound all the way. He raised his head and straightened his back and continued walking.

The most common thing they said was to walk quickly, it would be bad if it got dark.

I followed silently all the way up the mountain, and finally came to the main entrance of the black castle and stopped.

Enter the black castle.

White marble walls, floors paved with black and white tiles, and white screens made of iris texture.

Compared with the feeling outside the castle, the interior style is obviously warmer, giving people a very comfortable and intimate feeling.
Chapter completed!