Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Hearing Xu Damao's generous praise, Lou Xiao'e couldn't help but smile and laughed heartily: "Hahaha, really? Hehehe, I think it's pretty good too..."

At this moment, Lou Xiao'e felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey, and she was completely immersed in the joy of happiness and unable to extricate herself.

"Fuck! No wonder those women in my previous life liked to chat with the sales assistants when they went shopping in clothing stores. Those sales assistants didn't care how big and strong those female customers were. They kept praising them. The key point was that those women actually believed it..."

At this moment, Lou Xiao'e was laughing like a flower swaying in the wind, and her body was trembling slightly because of the laughter.

"Yes, you must buy it. This dress suits you perfectly! I will go to the stall owner to pay now. Even if the price is a little higher, we have to buy it."

As Xu Damao spoke, he walked towards the stall owner.

"No need, I can buy it myself. I have enough money on me." Lou Xiao'e said quickly.

However, Xu Damao shook his head firmly: "No, such beautiful clothes can only be bought by me and given to you! You wait here obediently, don't move around, and help me keep an eye on the things in the bicycle basket until I come back."

After saying that, he turned around, gently pressed Lou Xiao'e's shoulders, then turned around and walked away, carefully putting the snow-white cotton coat she had just taken off on his right shoulder.

Then Xu Damao tilted his head, took a deep breath, and enjoyed the fresh and elegant breath unique to the girl.

After arriving in front of the stall owner, Xu Damao pointed at Lou Xiaoe and asked, "Boss, how much do you want for the clothes that girl is wearing?"

The stall owner was delighted when he saw this and quickly replied, "Oh my, that girl has really good taste! That dress is the best we have here, and it's still brand new. I can assure you that no one has ever worn it before..."

The stall owner smiled evilly, ready to make a killing from Xu Damao.

"Stop! Stop talking nonsense to me! Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid who can be fooled? I've been living in the imperial city for years, and I've been crawling around in the ghost market all day. What have I not seen? How much is this tattered piece of clothing worth? Don't I know? If you dare to ask for an exorbitant price, don't blame me for turning my back on you!"

There was a crisp "bang" sound, and Xu Damao slammed the table, abruptly interrupting the stall owner's bragging.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Damao quickly stretched out his right hand, his palm was as broad as a palm-leaf fan, and his fingers were thick and strong.

As if performing magic, Xu Damao made a pair of ordinary bamboo chopsticks suddenly appear out of thin air in his hands.

Xu Damao exerted a little force, and his three fingers tightly grasped the chopsticks like a pair of pliers. With a little force, the chopsticks broke.

"Oh my, brother, please don't get angry! Who among us businessmen doesn't say good things about our own products? Don't you agree? Hehe..."

Seeing this scene, the stall owner was so frightened that his face turned pale and his body trembled involuntarily. Especially when he caught a glimpse of Xu Damao's thick hands, he was even more frightened and his speech became stammering.

"Since you are also a businessman, as for these clothes...if you think they are suitable, just give me a price." The stall owner had a flattering look on his face and his voice was a little stuttering.

Xu Damao glanced at the chopsticks that had been broken into four pieces, then looked at the stall owner's terrified expression, and couldn't help laughing in his heart.

But on the surface, he still had a stern face and snorted coldly, "Humph, although I really have no interest in this dress, who made my wife like it? Forget it, forget it, today is my bad luck, and I don't want you to suffer too much. Here, take it!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth and the echo was still lingering in the air, Xu Damao quickly reached into his pocket and took out a thick stack of bills in the blink of an eye, as if by magic.

His nimble fingers gently flipped through the pile of banknotes, like a skilled dancer dancing on the stage, and then he pulled out four brand new one-yuan bills without hesitation.

He just waved his arm, and the banknotes floated out like light butterflies and landed casually in front of the stall owner.

"Is this enough?" Xu Damao raised his eyebrows, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was a bit nonchalant and unquestionable.

The stall owner quickly stretched out his hands and carefully took the money, with a flattering smile on his face, and kept saying, "That's enough! Thank you so much!"

However, he was secretly complaining in his heart, thinking that he had suffered a huge loss this time... After all, in this era, industrial development was extremely backward and materials were scarce.

Items like clothes and cloth are real hard currency! Even if it is just a worn-out piece of clothing or a pair of torn pants, you can get a considerable amount of money in exchange for it in any pawn shop.

At this moment, the thick stack of banknotes that Xu Damao had just presented instantly became the focus of everyone's attention.

The originally wandering gazes of some people around were immediately attracted. Their eyeballs kept turning back and forth as if they were firmly sucked by a magnet, with greedy lights flashing in their eyes. It was obvious that they had started to have other thoughts.

Xu Damao turned his head sharply, looking around with sharp eyes, carefully examining the people around him with a condescending attitude. He secretly estimated in his heart that at least two suspicious people had locked their eyes on him.

However, perhaps because of his tall and strong stature, the pickpockets seemed to be afraid and did not dare to act rashly.

In this special era, catching a thief is not as simple as simply sending him to the police station.

According to the rules at the time, if someone dared to steal, they would be beaten up first and then thrown in front of the police station to wait for further processing after being beaten half to death...

Thinking of this, Xu Damao couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Hmph!" There was a hint of disdain and vigilance in his voice.

To be on the safe side, Xu Damao decided to take safer measures.

He carefully put the money on him into the mysterious space he carried with him.

After all, this is the capital city, a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden. No one can tell whether there is a real "Thief Saint" level master secretly eyeing him.