In a corner, Sun Mingxuan put down his phone and fell into thought, only to be interrupted before long.
"Boss, how much is this book?!"
Two girls arrived together and stopped in front of his little stall.
All around him were stalls of every kind.
"This book here is a genuine antique, with over two hundred years of history. One price only: two hundred thousand."
"But I can tell this book is fated with you, so I'll sell it to you for twenty!"
Sun Mingxuan said solemnly, immediately making the two girls laugh.
Naturally, Sun Mingxuan was wearing makeup at the moment, so as not to be recognized.
He had deliberately phrased it that way. He knew the book was fake, and they knew it too. Precisely because both sides knew, saying it like that actually had a promotional effect.
"Since we're fated, can you make it a little cheaper? I read online that if a boss agrees too readily, it means there's still room to haggle."
The girl said with a smile.
"Then what price do you think would be suitable?!"
Sun Mingxuan asked.
"Two yuan?!"
the girl asked tentatively.
The moment those words came out, Sun Mingxuan looked at her with a strange expression—three parts regret, three parts pity, and four parts astonishment.
As though he were thinking, What a fine young lady. How could she be stupid?
The girl couldn't hold it together anymore. Her companion laughed so hard her mouth went crooked, and the girl herself realized that what she had done seemed far too foolish. She stopped bargaining, paid readily, then hugged the book and ran off.
After that, Sun Mingxuan made only that single sale for the entire afternoon. But he did not care. Instead, he looked at the crisscrossing streaks left in the