No matter how much Jing Tian pleaded, Jiang Siming remained unmoved.
"Big Brother, just come in and take a look. Please, I'm begging you! My boss said he'll fire me if I don't open a deal soon. Boo-hoo, my Mao Mao hasn't eaten for three days. It's so tragic. Look, he's even starved thin."
Jing Tian resorted to a sob story, begging Jiang Siming to buy something.
Just then, Mao Mao walked over and answered honestly, "Boss, didn't we just eat? I even had a big bun. Did you forget?"
Jing Tian was instantly embarrassed. He hurriedly gave Mao Mao a look, but Mao Mao was too foolish to understand.
Jiang Siming burst out laughing from the side.
"All right, I'll go in and take a look. I happen to want to buy something, and I can ask you about something while I'm at it."
Jing Tian was overjoyed. "Haha, thank you, Big Brother! May your wealth flow endlessly. As long as you go inside, it'll be fine even if you don't buy anything. It'll still count toward my sales."
The three of them entered the pawnshop. The shopkeeper had a sharp, ratlike face.
"Zhao Wenchang, an honored guest has arrived! Hurry and brew some tea!" With a sale under his belt, Jing Tian shouted loudly.
As long as there was money to be made, the money-grubbing Zhao Wenchang could treat anyone like a great master. He did not get angry and promptly brewed Jiang Siming a pot of fine tea.
The moment Jiang Siming sat down, Zhao Wenchang began asking what he wanted to buy or pawn.
Clearly, if Jiang Siming did nothing, he would definitely take the tea back.
Seeing how stingy he was, Jiang Siming simply took out a glass marble.
"How much can I sell this