Chapter 807
“You should take her out for dinner, give her a bouquet of flowers. Take her to a movie, or a concert. Trust me, it’s better than any high–tech gift. The stall owner pointed to a vendor not far away selling something for three million dollars and said with a smile.
Alexander looked over.
Three million dollars for a projector, quite amusing.
“What if I made a mistake?” Alexander asked him.
The stall owner replied, “Then time will tell. If you’re not even willing to give your true heart, why should she keep loving you?”
The stall owner continued, “At any time, don’t blame her for not giving you a chance. Ask yourself, have you done enough?”
Alexander indeed needed to ask himself.
Had he done enough for Elizabeth to forgive him?
Was he a joke?
“Thank you,” Alexander nodded.
“Do you know what I’m selling?” The stall owner laughed.
Alexander smirked.
The stall owner joked, “Words of spiritual comfort.”
“As long as it works, it’s good,” Alexander smiled.
The stall owner glanced over again and said, “What I offer is much better than that thing.”
Alexander looked over again.
The other vendor’s stall was empty, and he was cursing under his breath.
“When you leave, take another street. He didn’t make any sales tonight and will say you brought him bad luck,” the stall owner
reminded Alexander.
Although FutureTradeHub had just reopened today, the stall owner and the other vendor had been neighbors for years. He knew his temper well.
“Thank you,” Alexander was not one to avoid trouble.
But what Alexander didn’t know was that he hadn’t even left FutureTradeHub yet, he felt someone watching him from behind.
Alexander smiled wryly.
Sure enough, it was best not to speak up when watching a show.
However, that projector was indeed not good.
Even if it had impressed Alexander a little more, he would have been willing to buy it. Watching the aurora at home would have
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been nice.
But it wasn’t worth it.
As soon as Alexander left FutureTradeHub, he was surrounded.
The alley was small, and four people were enough to corner Alexander.
Soon, a six–foot–tall man with a scruffy beard and a fierce look walked over.
“Watching a show without making a fuss, that’s the rule.”
Alexander smiled, “If a customer makes a comment and you get angry, it means you also think that thing isn’t worth it. Right?”
The alley was dark, and they couldn’t see each other’s faces clearly.
But in terms of height and presence, Alexander was enough to suppress the other man; he wasn’t losing to these people.
“I’m giving you a chance. Admit your mistake, and this will be over, the man’s voice was deep.
Alexander sneered, “What if I don’t?”
“Then you’ll get a beating,” the man said, attacking Alexander.
Alexander’s face turned cold, and he swiftly dodged the man’s attack
The others rushed in as well.
The scene quickly turned chaotic, becoming a one–on–five fight.
Alexander grabbed one man’s arm, pulling him in front of himself, and retreated quickly, his voice cold, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll turn this place upside down? The so–called FutureTradeHub is no different from a gang.”
Just for saying a word, they wanted to silence him.
What was this?
“Get him!” someone ordered.
The others charged like madmen.
Alexander’s expression changed drastically.
In the darkness, just as he was about to counterattack, he heard a dull thud.
Something sprayed onto Alexander’s face.
