If it weren't for the fact that he was just a store manager and not the owner, he wouldn't want to sell this inkstone to a woman who had no idea about antiques.
"Yes, two million. This is a Duan inkstone used by Song Huizong. The price is not expensive."
Regardless of the cost, Yan Yufei felt reluctant to spend 2 million on a gift for an old man she wasn't particularly close with.
Moreover, with Qiaoxu's 10 million, whether she spent 200,000 or 2 million, there was no real difference.
The store manager could see Yan Yufei's reluctance but didn't offer any help. He just said:
"If Miss Yan wants it, I'll pack it for you."
Yan Yufei frowned, if she didn't buy it, she would feel embarrassed; but if she did, she didn't want to spend so much money.
After a while, she thickened her skin and said:
"Show me something in your store for four or five hundred thousand."
