"Elder Mrs. Yan." Master Tu seemed to be embarrassed and stammered, "This porcelain cup means a lot to me. If you're willing to part with it, I'll buy it for eight million Yuan. Is that okay?"
As if Master Tu was afraid that Elder Mrs. Yan would not agree, his voice carried a hint of pleading. "If you like azure-colored ice-crack porcelain like this, I have another one at home that's also from the Song Dynasty. I'm willing to exchange them and still compensate with eight million Yuan. How about it?"
This time, even the experienced and knowledgeable Elder Mrs. Yan was stunned.
"No," she subconsciously refused, "This is a birthday gift from Xiao Lin. It's rude of me to sell it to you just like that."
The person who had previously said that Bai Lin gifted a street stall goods had his jaw dropped to the ground.
Compared to Master Tu's technical terms and praises, the impact of the numbers was more direct.
