"Are you an NPC selling equipment?!"
The old man nodded with a tearful voice, "My performance appraisal goal is to sell one piece of player equipment every day, but since I saw this picture, I haven't even sold half of the equipment... You If I leave... I don't know which year or month my performance will be able to reach the target... Please help me."
Listening to the old man's cry, Chief Zhang's heart was beating with excitement, and his trembling hands clenched into fists.
He was like a camel that was about to die of thirst in the desert when he saw the source of water, and like a little girl who was about to freeze to death in the ice and snow when she received a little cotton-padded jacket.
Now the old man is Santa Claus in his eyes. The snakeskin bag the old man is holding is no longer a snakeskin bag, it is a small pocket for Christmas gifts.
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