"Actually, I really don't have the heart to take such a great advantage of you. To tell you the truth, this is a brush used by Emperor Qianlong himself, worth at least thirty million. If you keep it and wait for the destined person, this single brush could let you live a life of luxury."
Tang Feng really poured his heart out with those words.
But the stall owner scorned at his statement, "Heh, if this brush was truly worth thirty million, would you tell me? Think I'm an idiot? I'd rather pass this fortune-making opportunity to you."
After saying that, he forcibly stuffed the brush into Tang Feng's hands.
"Why won't you believe that this brush is indeed worth thirty million?" Tang Feng, holding the brush, was somewhat caught between laughter and tears.
"You're handing me a thirty million opportunity, yet all you want is two hundred thousand," spotted the stall owner, seeing right through his ruse.
Humph, trying to trick me? No way!
