"This opportunity should be given to Ms. Potts.

Stephen drank a sip of wine without caring.

"Luo, I really should do a craniotomy on you."

"Look at what's going on in your head."You

're a good doctor, but you're not doing it.

You're opening a shop to sell cans, but such good wine is free.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like there's something wrong with your brain.

Stephen shook his head.

"You're more difficult to understand than the model on Penthouse"

"You should tell Tony Stark this."

"You two should have something in common."

Ron looked at him with disdain.

"Don’t you know that the models in that magazine have had in-depth communication with Tony Stark?"

"How does the saying go?......Penthouse, Playboy Tony's 'wardrobe'’"

"So, you two are kindred spirits."

"......"

A fellow traveler?

Stephen was stunned.

Then he drank a mouthful of wine in disgust.

He decided that he would never look for models from the attic again!

But he was so stubborn.

How could he admit that he played with something that others had played with?……

"It has been more than two months since there has been any gossip about the Playboy and the model."

Does this mean that the models in the past two months have been clean?

Ron blinked.

"Well, as long as you are happy."What else can he say about Stephen's self-deception? Unlike Stephen, Ron pays close attention to Tony's news. When he knew that Tony was going to Afghanistan to demonstrate arms, he understood that the world was about to enter the era of superheroes. And Tony, now is probably forging iron in the cave. Shaking his head, Ron looked at Pepper.

"Ms. Potts, how many jars do you want?"

"I'm not interested in this black jar."

Pepper looked indifferent.

She hid out because she was worried about Tony.

But she could still hear others teasing Tony.

If she hadn't drunk Ron's tea, she would have turned around and left.

"How much is the tea? I don't like to owe favors to others."

"Tea is free."

Ron shrugged.

He knew that Tony was safe in the end.

He would get away even without anyone saving him.

So when he spoke, he forgot that Pepper was beside him.

Ron looked at Stephen helplessly.

"Stephen, my first customer is gone."

"As a good friend, shouldn't you make it up to me?"

"Make up for what?"

Stephen was stunned.

Ron:"Buy a jar"

"My shop has been open for a day, but it's not open yet."

Buy jars?

So, you really plan to open a shop to sell jars?

Stephen was speechless.

"I don't know what you are thinking if you don't do it as a good doctor."

"Well, for the sake of our long-time friendship,......There are only 10 jars in total?" He looked surprised.

He hadn't noticed before.

"Why don't you put more on display?"

Ron:"I only sell 10 a day."

He also wanted to sell more, but the conditions did not allow it.

Maybe there will be more in the future....

"You just said you wanted to buy 10 jars for a total of 1 million US dollars"

"What?!"

Stephen was about to ask how much money he could make from just 10.

He was shocked when he heard the outrageous price from Ron. He almost spit out the wine in his mouth.

"You want 100,000 for this broken jar? Are you sure it's not 10 dollars?"

Ron looked like he knew you couldn't afford it.

"Forget it, just buy one, 100,000, thank you for your patronage."

How could Stephen not afford it?

Not counting fixed assets such as luxury cars, watches, and mansions.

Just the cash he can use is at least hundreds of millions.

100,000 is really nothing for him.

But......Buy a jar like this.

Stephen:"......"

100,000 each.

You must be crazy to buy your jar.

The model in the attic is not worth 100,000 a night.

But seeing Ron's expression.

Stephen gritted his teeth.

Fuck it!

Just think I'm crazy!

"No need! If you say 10, then 10!"

Stephen took out his card with a dark face.

"Swipe your card! No tipping!"

"Haha, the boss is generous." Ron didn't care about Stephen's expression.

He reached out and touched Stephen's card.

Then he took out 10 cans.

"Okay, these 10 jars are now yours."

Stephen:"Um, what are those?"

"A new type of card swiping machine? A fingerprint machine?"

If it weren't for the notification on his phone,

Stephen would have thought Ron was teasing him.

"You can keep these broken jars for yourself, they don't belong in my office."

Ron raised his eyebrows.

"Are you sure you don't want to?"

"don't want"

""Hiss, good! Then I'll open it."

Ron rubbed his hands and took out a small golden hammer from under the counter.

"I never thought I'd have the chance to open a can."

"If I don't get anything good, don't regret it."

Thinking back to when I was opening a can in Du Naifen......

I won't say any more. If I say too much, I'll just cry........................................................

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