"What?!" The old man thought he had heard wrong and asked loudly, "How much did you say?"
Bai Lin raised her eyes slightly, making her look innocent. "500 Yuan."
"Y-you..." The old man pointed at Bai Lin and said "you" a few times, stammering.
He had never heard of such haggling!
"Young lady, this is an authentic ice-crack porcelain from the official kiln from the Song Dynasty. I want to sell it for 3,000,000 Yuan, but you're offering 500 Yuan straightaway. You're making it difficult for me."
"My ex-husband is gone, my family business is auctioned off to pay debts, and I'm all alone with my child. I... Sob..." Bai Lin pretended to be a sad single mother. It was a pity that she had not learned any of Yan Ruo's exquisite acting skills even when she had spent quite some time with him.
The old man could tell that she was pretending.
"Young lady, I'll give you a 10% discount. It's a fixed price of 2,700,000 Yuan. Stop acting."
