Treat Them as Interest for Me

The Old Angel King was stunned. Didn't Earth need these treasures?

The treasures he had brought out would have countless Angels flocking to them even on Angel Planet. Yet these Earthlings did not even recognize a treasure. His eyes widened at once.

"Do you really not want this feather? This feather is exceptionally precious, and you haven't even imagined what it can do."

The old man happily explained it to the shop owner, while the young man looked at the feather.

He thought the old man in front of him must have dementia, treating even a feather like a treasure. It seemed the old man had lived a hard life at home.

"Sir, it's not that we don't want it. It's just that this feather isn't legal tender here. You could pick one up anywhere outside. Do you see the ducks in our shop? The feathers on those ducks are prettier than this."

After the young man finished speaking, the old man choked up. Could this be compared to a duck feather?

You simply don't know quality. Not only did you fail to recognize it, you even said this thing of mine wasn't anything good.

He felt as though he had been insulted so badly that he could not even speak.

"How can you fail to recognize quality? You should know that the things in my hands are priceless and impossible to find. Even if you want them in the future, you will never get them. You should cherish everything I'm giving you now."

The young man did not want to bother with him anymore, so Little Nezha hurriedly paid.

"Don't mind my grandfather. He's an idiot, and he has dementia. There's something wrong with his brain, so please don't hold it against him."

The moment he heard Little Nezha,