"This painting of yours is just an ordinary imitation, and the craftsmanship is pretty average. I can offer you three thousand, which is already quite fair,"
Tang Feng looked at the stall owner with an expressionless face.
"I've already sold this painting; a customer offered eighty thousand for it. Here's what we'll do, I won't ask you for more, just give me eighty thousand, and we're settled," the stall owner said, his face wincing as he took a step back.
"Eighty thousand? Why don't you go rob someone? I'll add another thousand at most, four thousand, no more."
"How can four thousand be enough? Look, I think you're an honest guy, I'll take seventy thousand from you, really can't do less than that."
The two went back and forth in a verbal tug-of-war.
In the end, Tang Feng offered eight thousand and, despite the other party's persuasion, refused to budge any further.
The stall owner hesitated for a while but finally agreed to the price.
