The man cast one more longing glance at the ancient qin.
It had been passed down from his ancestors, and although he didn't know how to play it, he had always taken meticulous care of it.
Now that it was about to be taken away by someone else, his heart was filled with reluctance.
But since the buyer had already paid, he had no choice but to reluctantly part with it.
"You... you must take good care of it, wipe it with soft cloth, and regularly use Vaseline to polish its surface, and also..." he explained the maintenance of the ancient qin in detail.
Tang Feng, however, listened impatiently.
Then, with the man's assistance, he placed the qin into the case and left with Xu Xinling.
The onlookers couldn't help but sneer.
"Heh, that guy can still smile. Getting scammed and even helping the scammer count the money."
"That's a whole five hundred thousand gone just like that."
"Five hundred thousand for a broken qin, who even plays that thing nowadays?"
