"Hey, isn't that Boss Gu from Panjiayuan? What's he doing over here?"
Gu Jinshui knew plenty of people, so someone recognized him at once and muttered under his breath.
The foreigner overheard and hurriedly pulled the man aside. "Who is he? Does he know his stuff?"
The man gave him a surprised look, glanced around, then rubbed his fingers together. He wanted money.
Greedy Chinese, the foreigner cursed inwardly. He took a ten-yuan note from his pocket. Only after accepting it did the man say, "That's Boss Gu of Golden Stone Studio in Panjiayuan. He's famous for his sharp eye. He even had an article published in the newspaper. He's not like the rest of us."
Oh? He's been in the paper?
The foreigner had a better idea of who he was dealing with. He watched Gu Jinshui and Guo Pu bid against each other until the price climbed past eighteen hundred yuan.
The stallholder was beside himself with joy. Flashing a mouthful of yellow teeth, he rubbed his hands together. "Eighteen hundred. Boss Gu, go a little higher and they're yours!"
The man's earnest expression gave Gu Jinshui a headache. Did the old fellow really think his wares were worth that much? If Gu Jinshui weren't setting a trap, offering eighty yuan for the lot would have been generous.
"I'll offer a thousand!"
Just as Gu Jinshui hesitated over whether to raise his bid, the foreigner could hold back no longer. He shouted, waving a wad of US dollars.
He pushed through the crowd and slapped the dollars down before the stallholder. "A thousand US dollars for everything!"
A thousand US dollars?!
Everyone stared at the ten hundred-dollar bills on the stall, their eyes nearly popping out.
"No way. Old Zhang's struck it rich! A thousand US dollars for