In the end, Balik left with a gadget he had chosen. As for the spinning top, it was still placed in its original position.
No one wanted to touch it again. Of course, if there were new customers, then there would always be someone who would notice this particularly conspicuous spinning top — on the premise that there would be customers coming to visit.
So far, only Balik had come as the first customer, and because of Lulunaka's generosity, he was allowed to choose a product for free.
After Balik left, Lulunaka sat at the counter and sighed. "The product I strongly recommended was not chosen, but the gadget I almost forgot was taken away."
"I don't think this is a bad thing."
Pasta said, "If a demon strongly recommends something to me, then I will never be stupid enough to choose it."
"In Mr. Balik's eyes, am I a demon?" Lulunaka asked.
Pasta felt that Lulunaka was simply asking the obvious. "As a businessman, it's always good to be cautious."
"If he was cautious, he wouldn't have dealt with me."
Lulunaka laughed. "But he didn't, and he happily took my gold coins and crystals, and now he took away a pipe."
"Every successful businessman will deal with demons," Pasta said, "I think Mr. Balik is also a successful businessman."
Lulunaka turned to look at Pasta with a strange smile on her face. "You are also a businessman, but it's not very good for you to belittle your profession, uncle."
"This is the identity you imposed on me."
Pasta replied, "I'm a businessman, and I just need to pretend. When it comes to doing business, there are demons in charge."
Lulunaka did not get angry because of Pasta's ridicule. If she got angry because of this kind of daily quarrel, then Lulunaka was too violent. No matter what other people thought, she believed that she was a tolerant person and very easy to talk to.
Ridicule was only interesting when it was done to each other. It would be too boring if no one was willing to accept it and no one dared to accept it.
"Let me ask," Pasta continued, "The pipe with the golden handle, is it normal?"
"Do you think it's abnormal?" Lulunaka asked.
"I really don't think it's normal," Pasta said.
As he spoke, Julius came in. He had just cut off his sleeves and trousers, which made him look a little funny. He was like a child who had not yet grown up, wearing specially tailored clothes, or a worker at the port, who rolled up his trousers and sleeves to make it easier for him to move. But there were no children as big as him among the children, and there were no workers who looked thin and weak like him.
"Julius, what do you think of the pipe that the dwarf took away?" Lulunaka asked Julius, who had just come in.
Julius thought for a moment, and then asked carefully, "That pipe … is it really used to smoke tobacco?"
Hearing Julius's words, Lulunaka shook her head and sighed. As for Pasta, he had a smile on his face, looking like he had won some kind of bet.
"The answer was given too early by a child who didn't understand the atmosphere," Lulunaka said. "There's no fun in that."
"Everyone knows that it's not an ordinary thing, but you don't want to admit it," Pasta said. "Even Balik, who chose the pipe, knows it.
I think it's better if you don't deceive yourself like a child. "
Lulunaka snorted a few times, looking a little dissatisfied, but didn't say anything. "Forget it, anyway, that thing is similar to a decoration, so I ignored it and almost forgot about it.
Since Mr. Balik likes it, then it's a little useful. "
Julius felt that the dwarf just chose a less dangerous thing to take away, and it seemed that his vision was really good. He chose something that was very suitable and safe for him personally.
Julius had touched the pipe earlier. At that time, some small things happened that made him discover some functions of the pipe. Those functions were definitely not what the pipe itself should have.
It was not something dangerous, but those functions would make people feel embarrassed and not suitable to use in front of outsiders — unless Balik was interested in making a fool of himself in front of others.
Lulunaka jumped down from the counter. "What a boring guy …" She walked out of the door. After passing by Julius, she turned her head and stopped Julius. "Do you want to see what the King's Castle looks like?
Then come with me. "
Julius was stunned for a moment. His face showed a happy expression, but it immediately turned into suspicion.
He was happy to go to the King's Castle, but thinking that it was Lulunaka who took the initiative to invite him, it made him a little worried that Lulunaka had some bad ideas.
"When the new store opens, you will be gone immediately, leaving only a completely unskilled employee. I don't think this is appropriate, at least it's not the attitude that a store manager should have."
"What kind of guests can there be in this kind of place?
Mr. Balik came on the first day, which is already a good start. "Lulunaka said to Pasta." I'll leave the store to you, uncle.
Don't let others steal the goods — although for me, the stolen goods can also be regarded as selling. "
"Why?" Julius asked. "The stolen things won't have money left in the original place."
Lulunaka smiled at Julius. "You don't have to worry about that. No matter if they left money or not, I will always have a way to make them pay the appropriate price."
Julius trembled. He didn't think that Lulunaka was just putting on a brave front or joking. If she said so, then she would definitely be able to do it.
"For the sake of everyone, I will keep an eye on this place."
Pasta said, "But if there are guests, I can't chase them away with a black face, right?"
"I believe in you, dear uncle."
Lurunaka smiled. "Just in case — and I mean just in case — if there really is a guest coming, and if the guest takes a fancy to something, you can give the guest a suitable price and let the guest take away the item."
"I've never heard of a store manager like you." Pasta said, "You're too carefree."
"Haven't you seen it now?"
Lulunaka smiled and left with Julius. "Okay, let me think about where to go first …"
After Lulunaka and Julius walked away, Pasta pulled a stool over and sat by the counter. He closed his eyes and rested.