Integrated Exchange was a large exchange that could be accessed from trading centers all over the world with teleportation. If one wanted to reach that place, one needed the right to use the teleporter. It meant one needed a token. And if one wanted to acquire a token, one needed money or an offering.
Lee Gun beamed as he spoke to the appraiser, "Hurry up and choose. If you don't, I'll do as I like."
"What the hell are you—"
Boom!
Lee Gun slammed his hand on the desk as he shamelessly laughed. "What's wrong, boss? You tried to swindle me."
"What? Swindle? Nonsense. When did I—"
Kwah-jeek!
Lee Gun crushed the plastic soda bottle on the table.
"...!"
He had only pressed down on the bottle's top with his thumb, yet the bottle became deformed as if a hydraulic press had crushed it. It was flattened like gum on the ground. This frightened the appraiser.
"I told you I didn't know the current market value, and you tried to swindle me. You tried to give me shit prices for items worth tens of thousands of dollars."
Cold sweat erupted on the appraiser's face. "I-I guess I did when I think about it."
Lee Gun started pouncing on what the other person had said. "You tried to sell me a phone that has been recalled, and you made it seem like you were doing me a favor."
"Yes, yes. Yes, I did."
"Moreover, you said my item wasn't worth much." The last part had been a minor detail, but that didn't matter. "Even if merchants have to make a living, there should be a limit, right?"
"Yes, you're correct."
Lee Gun let out a bright smile. "Then, why don't you let me borrow a token for free?"
'Borrow, my ass!' The appraiser was taken aback, but he couldn't say anything. He had no choice.
Suddenly, Lee Gun said, "Oh hey! I see a useful crafting material here!"
Doo-doo-doohk!
"...!"
It seemed Lee Gun was unsatisfied with crushing the plastic bottle. He picked up the discarded steel chopsticks inside the shop and started working on the metal.
Doo-doohk! Doo-doohk!
It was an incredible display of strength. Lee Gun easily bent the thin yet solid steel chopsticks, then threaded them to create a flower.
Since Lee Gun had tried to sell a product he had made himself, the appraiser had thought Lee Gun was weak. Now, the appraiser saw how wrong he had been. 'Shit! He's definitely affiliated with a war god!'
If he wasn't careful, his body would be bent like those chopsticks. Therefore, the appraiser's attitude changed at the speed of lightning. "I-I'm sorry for trying to swindle you. However, a lowly merchant like me can't easily acquire a token."
"Oh really? According to this, resident merchants receive direct support from the exchange market. It says many merchants collect and sell these tokens."
"!" The appraiser looked at Lee Gun, who displayed his old phone's screen to him.
Lee Gun had used that time to search up a reputable community site. He proudly shook the search result in front of the appraiser. "A person should use new technology. This is the age of information."
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