"I’m afraid that won't be possible, sir. This cat is a very special breed; it's just that the price..." The Zerg (female) looked troubled. In truth, the cat was nothing special at all—the only extraordinary thing about it was the exorbitant price tag.
Glancing at the expensive clothes Fusheng was wearing, the shop assistant had assumed he was a wealthy Zerg (male), but now, he couldn't help but feel a sliver of disdain. He presumed Fusheng was just like other low-ranking Zerg (male)s, trying to take advantage of the shop. Common kittens or puppies were one thing, but this was a rare, high-value black-and-white cat; that was absolutely out of the question.
"Just charge the small dog at the price of the black cat," Alvano said, interrupting the shop assistant’s incessant rambling. He naturally understood what Fusheng wanted; to Fusheng, whatever he took a liking to was, by definition, the most valuable.
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