Although the ten thousand dollars for the milk didn’t bother the rich tycoon at all, Stark, having been extorted by an unscrupulous merchant, still looked at Anna, this profiteer, with some displeasure: “Why don’t you go rob someone instead?”
“How could robbing possibly be faster than making money my way!”
Anna chuckled, looking at the rich tycoon in front of her with squinted eyes, her expression as if she were looking at an idiot, “Did you get knocked stupid from falling from the sky?”
“Besides, you have to look at where this is being sold…”
Her voice rang softly in Stark’s ears: “You know the legend that a drop of Water in the desert can be exchanged for its weight in gold…”
…
Fine!
~
By that logic, it wasn’t wrong.
250ml of milk, exchanged for an equal weight in gold, would surely be worth more than fifteen thousand dollars.
So, in that sense, he, the buyer, had actually profited…
It’s so annoying!
~
Moreover, milk was indeed somewhat useful for him to walk out of the desert.
So, this money wasn’t spent entirely in vain.
“You…”
“Forget it!
Next…”
Tony just wanted to finish this frustrating transaction quickly and then start running for his life.
“This is the incredibly precious ‘KFC’ Big Mac meal from where I’m from…”
Anna said with a confident expression.
“Mom only lets me eat one every day!”
The little girl pushed the second item on the little stall, which was packed in a bright red box, toward Stark.
And she repeatedly emphasized the preciousness and rarity of this item to Stark: “Fifty thousand dollars!”
“Thanks for your patronage!”
Reaching out her hand…
…
Seeing that incredibly bright red cardboard box, and the big ‘KFC’ letters on it…
Tony was already speechless from being tormented by the little girl.
“Why is this so expensive?
Even if calculated by weight, this much gold wouldn’t be worth fifty thousand dollars…”
No kidding!
Of course it’s not worth it!
Because this is just an ordinary KFC kids’ meal that sells for 5 dollars in Kansas…
Even if exchanged for an equal weight in gold, this weight would barely be worth about twenty thousand dollars.
This was clearly treating him, Tony, like a sucker to be slaughtered, someone who could be recycled and was a total fool.
However, Anna had already found the reason for selling it so expensively.
It was only fifty thousand dollars.
“Because Tony, you like eating burgers!…”
…
What a powerful reason!
Because he likes eating burgers, she has to sell it for double the price!
Tony looked at the small ‘Big Mac’ burger in the box, which was only half the size of his fist.
A small bag of fries.
A small packet of ketchup.
And inside, that round, chubby Minion toy water bottle wearing the same denim overalls as the little girl in front of him…
For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.
“Forget it!
I’ll buy it!!”
“Next…”
“Hmm!
~ This is the third super-value item…
the oranges that my classmates like to eat most…
they can help you quench your thirst and satisfy your hunger.”
“One hundred thousand dollars!”
Anna pushed something forward on the floral cotton cloth of the stall, pushing it again and again.
She pushed a bag of oranges, wrapped in a thin mesh net and weighing two or three kilograms, toward Tony.
In the end, this person didn’t forget to emphasize to Stark again and again.
“I specifically bought these from the stall at the train station…”
While saying these words, she tried hard to put on an ‘innocent’ and ‘harmless’ expression…
…
Although Tony didn’t know what on earth this brat in front of him was up to.
Why did she have to emphasize where she bought it?
But when she was selling him the oranges, Tony somehow had the urge to beat this brat to death on the spot…
“Alright!
Sold out…
I’m going back!”
A few minutes later, in the desert of Afghanistan, Miss Anna Broughton’s satisfied voice rang out, and Tony Stark, who had been exhausted from haggling with the little brat, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Get faster updates on novelping(.)com.
After selling oranges, which held great symbolic significance for the Transmigrators (transmigrators).
And then also sold to that wealthy dog two packs of purple potato chips, five dried fish sticks, seven lollipops, and half a bottle of 1.5-liter Fat Otaku Happy Water (happy water for fat otaku) with ice cubes still sloshing inside.
Miss Anna Broughton’s total revenue at her small stall in Afghanistan had also reached the expected three hundred and twenty thousand U.S.
dollars.
Uh!~
You ask why that Fat Otaku Happy Water (happy water for fat otaku) was only half a bottle?
Of course, it’s because someone, while waiting for Tony to escape in the desert, was too bored and couldn’t suppress her inner fat otaku nature…
So she just glug-glug-glug~
Ah~ burp!
Downed half the bottle of happy water from the stall!
And Tony, that wealthy dog, didn’t mind at all.
Without even blinking, he paid a huge sum of one hundred thousand dollars for the remaining half bottle of happy water.
The price was nearly several times that of the other items.
Of course, at first glance, buying happy water without blinking might make Tony seem like a fool.
Or like a pervert who’s a heavy industry player and a copper metal smelting enthusiast.
But in fact, both Miss Anna Broughton and Stark knew that after Tony discovered she was a little kid who could fly, he had been trying to collect the little girl’s DNA information.
Now that he saw the happy water half-drunk by the little girl, how could Tony not pretend to buy it casually without missing the opportunity?
This guy was planning to return to the United States and immediately have Jarvis extract the little brat’s fingerprints, saliva, and DNA information from the bottle.
However, Miss Anna Broughton, that little profiteer, didn’t care much about it.
How could a Kryptonian’s genetic information be so easily leaked?
If drinking a bottle of water could leak a Kryptonian’s DNA, then Superman in the DC Universe wouldn’t need to do anything else.
He’d just spend every day tracking down the Kryptonian genes he leaked while eating.
Unless specially extracted with tools made of Kryptonite, nothing else can even break a Kryptonian’s skin, let alone leave any DNA residue…
Moreover, over the years, Anna’s identity hasn’t been kept that secret.
Or rather, she never intended to keep it secret.
Organizations that should know already knew.
It doesn’t hurt to add Stark, who could trace her identity from fingerprints.
Over the years, there have been organizations trying to obtain her genetic information.
Things like school-organized physical exams, charity events organized every few days, and blood donation activities all had some intelligence agency behind them.
But except for never being present during blood draws, she still ate and drank as usual, leaving a bunch of Agents chasing after her to rummage through the trash…
Up until now, there has never been a DNA leak incident.
She didn’t show up for blood draws only because she was afraid that when even Adamantium needles couldn’t pierce her skin, it would scare the Agent Miss who had disguised herself as a Nurse.
Anyway, regarding this half bottle of happy water, apart from a fingerprint to check her identity, she had nothing to fear.
She and Stark were both willing participants, each thinking the other was a fool.
Neither could blame the other.