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Everyone was bewildered.

Is this guy trying to be a comedian or what?

Buy everything?!

The middle-aged man roared in laughter. "Haha, I commend you for your talent of being a comedian, young man. You're quite good at it?"

Dylan gave him an 'I don't care' attitude. "I'm not being a comedian, neither am I a comedian. I'm serious."

The man chuckled and said, "Fine, young man, I give you full mark for your theatrics, okay then, if you're able to buy everything in the store, then I'll kneel down and bow five times to you."

"And I'll slap myself ten times." The rich woman added mockingly.

"I'm worried that the two of you will cry when the time comes," Dylan retorted sardonically then turned to the other sales lady with short brown hair, who had been standing silently by the side.

"Do the math. I want to know the amount for every children's clothes in this store. How much will it cost me?" Dylan seriously questioned.

"Huh, um, y…you are…you are really buying everything?" The short-haired sa
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