One Million Dollars for a Book, Is He Crazy?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The three black men shook off the cloth bag on the rickshaw

All kinds of messy things fell to the ground.

Duckling, water gun, Spiderman, Captain America…

They were all random items.

Some were children's toys.

The Bible fell to the floor along with the other items.

"No, don't pay attention, don't notice it… and don't look—"


One of the black men picked up the Bible and flipped through it.


He cursed and tossed the book on the floor like it was trash.

"Boss, there's nothing valuable."

Another black man saw the sign.

Ron tensed.

The black man looked at the sign carefully and suddenly laughed. "Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Boss, what do you see on the sign?"

The black leader's blade was still on Ron's neck, rendering him immobile.

"It's over, it's over, we're in trouble."

The black man brought the signboard to the leader.

"Hahaha, one million for the Bible, literally one million for a Bible. Who would even want it for ten dollars?

Isn't that stuff given out freely by the church? "

The five black men laughed loudly.

After laughing, the leader said reasonably, "Bring me the Bible."

Ron shuddered.

"It's over."

"In that case, the other party will definitely notice something when comparing the historical introduction on the large cardboard. Even if they don't believe that the Bible is worth a million dollars a book, even if it's worth ten dollars, do you think they can give you—"

"In fact, if they were slightly valuable, these black people would try to exchange them for money.

The Bible with the calfskin cover was placed in front of the Boss. The Boss was about to flip it open to read.

Ron grabbed the Bible.

"You're courting death."

A few of the black men glanced at each other and gathered around.


Ron burst out laughing.

Their laughter became weird, and it echoed through the empty streets.

It made one's back turn cold.

That smile was not a normal one. It was a crazed one, like a madman.

Boss, why is he laughing?

"How would I know?"

Ron, on the other hand, laughed out loud on purpose.

"Quick, think I'm crazy, think I'm crazy."

With one hand holding the Bible and the other, he pulled out a knife and pointed it at the few black men.

The black men felt like they were being stared at by a venomous snake, and they did not dare move forward.

"You are slaves."

"You are the people that God spurned."

Ron spoke Chinese.

This caused the scalps of the few black people to turn numb. He was clearly a white man, but why did they suddenly not understand what he was saying?

"Boss, what should we do?"

Ron was nervous alongside the five black men.

He was even more nervous than the five black men.

He was so nervous that he did not even have the energy to turn around and run.

If the five of them charged at him now, he could only surrender.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?"

Suddenly, something happened. A red-dressed beauty appeared behind the five men.

The woman was dressed in a red leather outfit. She was tall and had a perfect body, but what scared the few black men was that she was holding a gun and aiming it at them.

"Beauty, we're playing a game. Do you want to join us?"

The moment the boss said that, a gunshot was heard.

When he looked at his feet, there was a bullet hole in the ground. If he stood a centimeter closer to the front, one of his feet would have been pierced,

The bullet hole was still smoking, and the faint smell of sulfur could be detected in the air.

The leader was stunned.

The men in black did not dare move.

"Get lost, now—or it will be in your heads the next shot."

The red-dressed beauty said coldly.

"Hmph—you win—"

With that, the five of them turned and ran without hesitation.

"Too beautiful."

Long golden hair, perfect body, cold eyes, red high heels.

Jewel blue eyes, angel smile.

"Are you okay?"

The beauty reached out her hand.

Ron put his hand on hers and rose. "Thank you."

He suddenly realized that he was not even as tall as the woman before him, and he had just reached her forehead.

The beauty smiled, looked from her feet to Ron's head, and said, "So young yet so weak, it's time you exercised.

Also, your act of acting crazy is also a form of courage.

But as a man, shouldn't he take the initiative to attack? "

With that, she patted Ron on the shoulder, turned around, and waved. "You're too weak, lad. You're lucky to have met me this time."

For some reason, his heart burned with anger.

He was being looked down upon.

"What's your name?"

Seeing the pretty girl's back, he waved at her again.

"You're not even willing to leave your name?"

"Tell me your name. In the future, I'll tell you whether I'll turn into a powerful person, or a weak man. At the very least, I'll marry you and let you know whether I'm strong or weak."

"Marry me… and be strong or weak…"

The woman still did not turn around. "Then I'll tell you. My name is Mary."

After saying that, she picked up her pace. Even though she was wearing high heels, she started to run and disappeared down the street in the blink of an eye.

After experiencing life and death,Ron suddenly became bolder.

He quickly packed up the trash and got back onto the trishaw

Picking up the Bible, he looked at it and said, "If you are a valuable item, you will shine anywhere."

Then, without any hesitation, he shoved all the goods back into the box.

He arrived at the beach.

The trail along the edge of the beach was lined with stalls.

Ron calmed down and went to his usual spot.

Smith, who happened to be next door, had also just arrived.

"Ah, you came so late today. Did you go somewhere to blow your money last night?"

"Ah, I forgot. You don't have money. How can you spend any money without any money?"

Smith laughed impudently.

Ron smiled insincerely and said, "You have money. Where did you go to spend your money? Did you spend it with your male puppets?"

As he bickered with Smith, he placed all the groceries on the stall.

Finally, he placed a large sign in front of the stall.

Holding the Bible, he thought about it. If he did not let people see the goods, it would be against the system's rules of setting up stalls.

No matter how precious the item was, it had to be placed on the stall before it could be sold.

With this in mind, the realm placed the Bible behind the signboard.

"Yo, what the f*ck, Ron, did you get your head replaced by a donkey? What's that trickery on your sign?"

Smith came to the stall and shouted.

His words immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Everyone looked and saw the last line of the sign.

"One million for the Dindall Bible."