Qiu Ming unceremoniously mocked, "I say, Qiann Wanrong, are you so obsessed with money that you want to exchange this kind of worthless information for money?"
Despite being mocked by Qiu Ming, Qiann Wanrong wasn't angry. His chubby little hand reached into his chest pocket and took out a golden abacus that was only as large as his palm.
Although this abacus was entirely made of gold, combined with the ancient carvings on it, it looked not only not tacky but also exuded an ancient and grand feel.
It's just a pity that the person using it is a mundane man who only recognizes money.
Qiann Wanrong flicked the abacus twice. "It's not like that. Although this information isn't worth much, it can be exchanged for a portion of steamed green lotus carp, a portion of clear mixed earth dragon grass, a portion of golden crystal beef, and a jar of fifty-year-old flower carving in front of Brother Qiu."
The other three were at a loss for words.
