Chapter 365

"Hey, watch your tone," the shop owner said, obviously displeased. The man chuckled. "Dude, if you're going to pay that much for a Goldmoon, I've got plenty of them at home." Wilbur stopped short. It sounded too good to be true. "Do you really have Goldmoon, sir?" Wilbur was still suspicious. After all, the antique industry was filled with scammers. The man chuckled, looking at Wilbur in disdain. "My family's in the mining industry. We dug up no less than fifty tons of this stuff half a year ago. They're still at the mine." No less than fifty tons? Wilbur was overjoyed. Thirty tons of Goldmoon was more than enough to make a formation. Heck, it was even enough to make a weapon. He handed the man a cigarette, smiling at him. "I'll take all of it! You can charge me just based on this stone, how's that?" "Uhm, sure. We haven't got any use for it anyway," the man said haughtily. Wilbur calculated the amount in his head. The Goldmoon he had right now was about thirty pounds