For Chu Chen, who often stumbled upon incredible bargains, making five thousand yuan by reselling something was nothing special. But for ordinary people—even Pan Bin, who ran an antiques shop—finding something he could immediately resell for a thousand yuan was rare. So being able to buy this pair of Hare's Fur Cups for ten thousand yuan was already quite a good deal.
Lu Chuanyou gave a sly smile. "Old Pan, what are you planning to do with this pair of Hare's Fur Cups?"
Pan Bin snorted. "Old Lu, aren't you just trying to embarrass me? Let me tell you, if these Hare's Fur Cups are eventually proven to have been obtained through illegal means, I'll donate them immediately without a second thought!"
Hearing this, Lu Chuanyou felt rather awkward instead. If a single remark from him really caused Pan Bin to donate the items, how embarrassed would he be?
"Hey, hey, hey!" Lu Chuanyou pointed at Pan Bin a few times and said, "You're so boring. I was only joking with you—was there any need to take it to such an extreme? At this rate, I won't dare come see you next time."
Pan Bin wore a teasing smile. "You can joke with me, but I can't joke with you? To tell you the truth, I'd already decided this when I discovered something was wrong with the Hare's Fur Cups. You don't really think it was because of you, do you?"
Hearing that, Lu Chuanyou finally relaxed and laughed. "Who would've thought? With your stiff personality, you're actually joking around now!"
Pan Bin laughed. "As the saying goes, those who stay near vermilion turn red, and those who stay near ink turn black. After spending so much time with you, even someone who couldn't joke around has learned how..."
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