Chapter 87: The Might of Heaven H108

"Oh, this bed isn't half bad," Wang Hao took a good look at the bed this time, praising it as he did so, "I just feel like this bed is radiating golden light, it's definitely better than the one for 288! He lay down on it for a moment, and the size was just right, so empowering! High-end, classy, upscale!"

"Sir, maybe you should still..." The salesperson's facial muscles almost twisted in distress, and although reluctant, felt the need to remind him, to avoid issues later on, "Actually, that other model sells very well. Personally, I would recommend that one to you, mainly because you can also get a bottle of soybean oil with it."

Goddamn it, did I come here for the soybean oil? Wang Hao decisively pulled out his phone, "Look at this; you know what I mean."

The salesperson was stunned upon seeing the shattered phone screen, "Sir, did you really come for the phone?"

"Of course," Wang Hao asked, "By the way, what brand is the phone you've got for the first prize? Is it any good?"