At that moment, the young man seemed to have a sudden flash of insight and realized that there might be something wrong. He frowned and hurriedly examined the brush pot in his hand again, but still found nothing amiss.
After struggling inwardly for a while, he ultimately still could not bring himself to give up the brush pot. He said to Hammer, "Boss, I'll take this brush pot. Sorry for the trouble, but please wrap it up for me!"
"Sure!" Hammer replied with a broad smile as he took the brush pot. Then he looked at the young man and asked, "Little brother, is there anything else you'd like?"
As he asked, Hammer's hands moved swiftly. In the blink of an eye, he had wrapped up the brush pot.
"I'll look around and see!"
The young man gave a perfunctory reply. He then took a stack of cash from his briefcase and handed it to Hammer, casually taking the brush pot back.
Seeing that the young man had completed the transaction, Chu Chen asked, "Boss Fang, how much are these two pigeon whistles?"
Hammer glanced at the items in Chu Chen's hand and smiled. "Teacher Chu, we're all friends. Since you like them, I'll let you have the pair for two thousand."
Since Chu Chen had taken a fancy to the items, Hammer's words sounded pleasant, but he did not go easy on the price because of Chu Chen's reputation. Fortunately, although the price was not cheap, it was not too expensive either. Chu Chen knew that even if he haggled, he would not be able to lower it by much, so he simply agreed.
The young man beside them found it strange when he heard Hammer address Chu Chen as "Teacher." He carefully looked Chu Chen over, and the