Her clear eyes were full of doubt, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly. "With your stall... could you possibly have anything real?"
In her opinion, if there was anything worth a few hundred yuan on this shabby stall, that would be the absolute best.
One million back? Dream on!
The old man's thick skin, honed over many years, allowed him to remain calm. He stiffened his neck and hummed confidently.
"Young lady, you can't just say things like that. This is a legitimate business. If you don't believe me, you can have it appraised!"
"Go to any authoritative institution, you pay for the authentication! If it's fake, I'll give you this place!"
The old man was calculating his own scheme, betting that ordinary people would find the appraisal troublesome and be unwilling to pay the appraisal fee!
One million is just a scare tactic. Bargain and even if you settle for fifty dollars in the end, you'll still make a profit since you only bought this broken cup for a few dollars!
Seeing this, Zhou Yang felt much more at ease.
Alright, this old man really doesn't know what's good for him!
He suppressed his inner elation, but his face showed an expression that said, "It's nothing special."
"Boss, your cup has a rather unique design, it looks quite interesting."
Zhou Yang spoke slowly, his fingers gently stroking the almost invisible blemish on the rim of the cup.
"But a million? Do you think I'm stupid and have too much money? Everyone knows that the antique market these days doesn't have any real stuff; it's mostly just handicrafts."
He paused, then held up five fingers: "Fifty! Fifty yuan, I'll just buy it for decoration, to display as a souvenir."
"Are you selling or not? If not, I'm leaving. There are plenty of good stuff behind!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
