The old man turned around and saw Annie. "What are you doing? Your accomplices have all run away, what are you still standing here for?"

Anne waved her hands repeatedly, "I don't know them, really."

The old man snorted, clearly not believing it, and picked up his earthen basket to leave.

Annie quickly spoke up, "Sir, are you selling this?"

The old man rolled his eyes, picked up his earthen basket, and left. Annie quickly followed. The capital city was so big; if they missed this opportunity, they wouldn't find it again.

"Sir, I'd like to buy these two items."

The old man didn't even turn his head when asked about the "twenty-five million".

Anne… “Didn’t you just pay back twenty million?”

"Why ask such a silly question? Prices have gone up!" the old man said matter-of-factly.

Anne...

"Sir, I really want to buy it. Let's find a place to talk."

"Twenty-five million, cash on delivery, I'll give you this earthen basket."

Anne... that old man's words are really hurtful.

"Sir, business needs to be discussed, right? It's not convenient to talk on the street. Let's go to a coffee shop, and I'll treat you to coffee."

"If you don't like that foreign piss, pay up. Don't dawdle with me. What's wrong with young people these days? They all want to get something for nothing. Do you think I'm stupid?" The old man strode forward. There was a tricycle not far away. He put his earthen basket on it and was about to ride away.

"Sir, please don't rush. I need to have the item authenticated before I can decide whether to buy it or not," Annie said, sounding a little anxious.

The old man glanced at Annie and said, "You little brat, you know how to appraise things?"

Anne... suppressed her temper.

“I don’t know much, but my grandfather does. Come home with me and let my grandfather examine it.”

Old man: "If I go to your house, will I be able to get out?"

Annie: "My home isn't a den of bandits, and my grandfather isn't home either. Send me a video so I can see it too. I'm just a young girl and I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of, right?"

"You're right. Anyway, I'm telling you beforehand, I have a mental illness, and I have a certificate. You'd better keep your tricks to yourself." The old man pulled out a disability certificate from his pocket. "See? Mental disability, or mental illness for short."

Anne...

She hasn't met any normal people since she came here.

"Sir, don't worry, you are absolutely safe."

"Alright, where do you live? You lead the way, and I'll follow behind." The old man got on his tricycle.

Annie… “Grandpa, I live quite far away, how about we take a taxi?”

“That won’t do, my tricycle is stolen,” the old man insisted.

Annie: "Then I'll ride in your tricycle? Will you give me a ride?"

Old man: "No, my tricycle is sensitive to strangers, I don't let outsiders ride in it."

Annie was so angry she was about to grind her teeth to powder.

"Then let's go to that hotel. I'll take photos and videos of my grandfather and send them to him so he can see them."

"What's this video? Let me tell you, my things can't leave my sight," the old man said warily.

Annie felt a pang of anger in her chest. "Sir, you have a certificate, what are you worried about?"

The old man thought it made sense, so he locked the tricycle again, picked up the basket of soil, and followed Annie to the hotel.

Anna handed her ID to the front desk and said, "I'd like to book a room for a few hours."

"Okay, just a moment."

"I'm here to do business. If anyone tries to set me up, you'll have to be my witnesses," the old man suddenly said.

Two young receptionists...

Doing business? What kind of business? Is it what they're thinking?