Chapter 157
The man stood up and was about to leave. The stall owner seemed to be used to this kind of hard-to-get method. He picked up the metal plate and blew the dust on it, and wiped the rust on it vigorously with his sleeve, ignoring the man.The man turned his head and said, "Five hundred, will you sell it?"

The stall owner gave a "cut" and didn't even bother to haggle over the price. The man clenched his fist with his left hand, raised his thumb and little finger and said, "Six hundred, that's what it's worth at most."

The stall owner waved his hand and said, "Goodbye to you." His eyes were fixed on the man's leaving back. It seemed that if the man added more, he would "reluctantly give up".

Han Feng said sympathetically: "Six hundred is indeed a bit short. There are such beautiful patterns on the iron plate and it is not a shame to take it home as a decoration. 1000 yuan is fine."

The man who didn't go far at all rushed back quickly and shouted, "Two thousand."

(End of this chapter)

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