He only bought this so-called Song dynasty disc back for a hundred yuan, and now with it going for over a thousand yuan, he could still make a profit of nine hundred.
"Sigh... Business is hard to do. Seeing how much the old gentleman likes this disc, I'll bite the bullet and part with it today. Sold, it's sold! Just this once, never again!"
The stall owner put on an expression of utter reluctance. It was truly a waste of talent not to have him become an actor.
Once the transaction was complete, the elderly man smiled and immediately had a few people come over to authenticate it.
"If you don't listen to a child's words, you'll suffer losses right before your eyes."
The little one shook her head as she spoke.
Ling Yun said, "Old gentleman, there's no need to authenticate it. It's just a defective product of modern industry. A thousand yuan is way too much; thirty yuan would even get you change."
The old man didn't believe it and looked forward to the appraisal result. While waiting, he said, "This is a Song dynasty grinding stone, and a wealthy family's at that. It's been out of the ground for less than a year. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, lest you get your face slapped."
Ling Yun found it rather amusing. "It's been out of the world for less than a year, all right."
"Haha!"
Everyone all around burst out laughing!
The subsequent result was entirely predictable: the authenticated result was that it was fake. Ling Yun had truly hit the nail on the head—it had been out of the world for less than a year, delivering a ruthless face-slap to the old man!
"Refund, refund! This old man doesn't want it anymore. Return that thousand