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Chapter 37: Purple Bamboo Fishing Rod

“300,000 USD.”

Ron said.

Everyone gasped.

A fishing rod worth 300,000 USD?

Even if it was made of gold, it shouldn’t cost that much.

The old man was also very surprised.

However, he was not as surprised as the rest. Obviously, he had some knowledge.

He picked up the fishing rod and bent it slightly, only to discover that it was unusually elastic. Even with his years of fishing, he could only bend the tip of the fishing rod slightly.

That was surprising.

One had to know that this fishing rod was exceptionally light in his hands. Most importantly, it felt like it was made of wood.

It was so light yet so tough. It was indeed a top quality item.

But was a wooden fishing rod so expensive?

The old man was also puzzled. He did not know the material of the fishing rod.

“Boss, what is this fishing rod made of?”

“Hundred-Year Purple Bamboo.”

That was all Ron said.

Everyone was stunned.

They’ve never heard of this before.

Everyone who was curious went online to search.

They did find something like purple bamboo, but purple bamboo only had a maximum lifespan of 20 years. How could a hundred-year-old purple bamboo exist?

This made many confused.

“Could it be that this boss has become arrogant after earning money a few days ago?”

“I think so. Did you see it just now? He could actually sell a Donald Duck cup for 1,000 USD. Looks like this fishing pole is the same. Perhaps he just wants to see if he can find a fool.”

“That’s right. This boss isn’t completely honest.

“And that military saber, why do I feel like it’s fake? Napoleon is the most impressive person in French history.”

“That’s right. If this thing is real, I’m afraid some big shots would have come a long time ago, but until now, no big shots have appeared.”

The old man was very confused. It was not that he was poor.

He did not understand the value of this thing.

After all, it was 300,000 USD.

Ron got up. “Tell you what, I’ll let you test it and you’ll know what its value is.”

With that, Ron looked around and saw Smith’s big pickup.

He walked over and said, “Smith, let me borrow your pickup truck’s wheels.”

Smith, of course, said nothing. He had regarded Ron as his savior since the incident a few days ago.

Like a lackey, he went to get the tools.

Soon, the wheels of the pickup truck were removed.

“This car wheel is about 150 kilograms.”

“What is he doing?”

“Who knows?”

Everyone watched as Ron threaded a long fishing line through the entire wheel.

Then, he picked up the fishing rod.

Everyone widened their eyes and looked at the fishing rod.

Everyone’s eyes were wide open.

Because the fishing line was too thin, the sky turned dark again.

All they could see was that as Ron moved, the large wheels of the pickup rose into the air.

“Gosh, am I seeing things? Why are those wheels flying on their own? Is this magic?”

“It must be a magic trick. It can’t be related to the fishing rod. That’s because, look at how calm the boss is. How is that possible?

“If it was a 150 kilogram wheel, coupled with the principle of leverage, it would probably be more than 500 kilograms in the hands of the boss. He wouldn’t be able to do it so easily.”

Hearing the whispers, Ron was speechless.

Everyone was smart when it came to relationships.

But he had really hung the wheels.

“Sir, you can touch the fishing line from the middle to see if I’m lying,” said Ron.

The old man ventured under the fishing pole.

He tried to touch it with his hands.

He abruptly withdrew his hand.

There was a thin cut on his palm.

The old man widened his eyes and said, “What a sharp fishing line.”

This was no ordinary fishing line. It was a magical creature from the Eastern Kingdom of Hua Xia. The thread was spat out by hundred-year-old Ice Silkworms, and could carry a thousand kilograms of weight without breaking. Coupled with the elastic fishing rod, as long as one had enough strength, even a great white shark could be caught.

The elder was shocked.

“Is there really such a magical thing in this world?”

However, most people did not believe him.

But there was no other way.

After all, Ron’s introduction was outrageous.

How could a fishing rod be so magical?

Finally, the old man gritted his teeth and said, “Boss, I’ll buy this fishing rod, but if it’s really not as magical as you say, can I return it?”

Ron said without a care, “As long as you don’t try to damage it and use it for fishing only. As long as you don’t try to fish in submarines, you won’t don’t break it.”

Everyone laughed.

The old man left with the fishing rod as if he had found a treasure.

In front of the stall, there were many people watching the show and taking pictures.

Many people posted these pictures online.

However, there was no one asking for the price of the saber at 11 pm.

That was strange.

Ron frowned and muttered to himself, “It shouldn’t be. What’s the point of selling good stuff?”

He turned on his phone and went online to search for the Napoleon Bonaparte Saber.

But there was no news.

There were so many people who uploaded pictures onto the internet, but there was not a single piece of news about it.

It was as if there was no effect at all with so many people advertising.

“What’s going on? Why can’t I livestream?”

“I can’t do a livestream yet? I don’t even have half a day.”

“Could it be some kind of magnetic experiment? Our electronics have lost their signal.”

Ron frowned. “No, wait. Something’s definitely going on here.”

However, it was almost 12 o’clock today.

It was meaningless to continue setting up the stall.

He did not believe that good stuff could not be sold.

Since it was already very late, he should just go home.

This time, he didn’t even have to pack up the stall.

Smith had said that he would do everything for him in the future.

This made Ron rather embarrassed.

The next day…

The old man invited a few friends to the open sea to fish for tuna.

They were not professional tuna catchers.

It was just a hobby to them.

Old John and his friends were all using sea fishing rods.

To catch such a large tuna, one had to use a sea fishing rod.

Suddenly, his friend’s expression changed. “A big fish has taken the bait.”

Old John looked at the fishing line in the sea, and sure enough, there were fins sticking out of the water from time to time.

Just by looking at the fin, one could tell that this was definitely a tuna that was more than 20 pounds.

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The value of tuna lies in its size. The bigger the fish, the more expensive it was.

There were even million-dollar tunas.

Old John’s friend was excited. Even a 20-pound tuna was worth about 5,000 USD.

He was skilled at fishing.

He kept pulling left, right, and fishing line to compare the strength of the fish in the water.