On a couch, there was an old man with gray hair lay on it.
At this moment, he was clasping the hand of a young man.
With difficultly, he said albeit hoarsely, "Remember, that coin can only be sold to people who know the goods. If someone is interested in the coin, and he believes it after listening to the description of the coin, then it shows that the genuine master is here. In this case, you are absolutely not allowed to ask for a penny from him or her. At the same time, you must try your best to follow that person."
"No, no, grandpa, don't go." The young man knelt on the head of the bed with tears in his eyes as he cried constantly.
"Don't cry, you have to remember that your last name is Ying. Although the era is over, the bloodline must not be forgotten. In your bones, you should be proud. You must not shed tears easily at any time. Keep smiling." The old man's voice became weaker and weaker.
