"Boss, I'll offer fifty thousand yuan. If you're willing to sell, I'll buy. If not, then forget it," Xu Yang said.
"Mr. Xu, isn't that price a bit too low?" The middle-aged boss looked embarrassed.
He had bought it for one thousand yuan, originally thinking that the statue would be stuck in his own hands.
Now, being able to sell it for fifty thousand yuan, he was very happy.
But he still wanted to try his luck and see if he could sell it for a higher price.
"If you think it's low, then let's forget it," Xu Yang said, pulling Zhao Yuxin, ready to leave.
"Mr. Xu, wait, I'll sell it!" the middle-aged boss hastily shouted.
If Xu Yang left, he feared there would be no other buyer.
"Are you sure you want to sell?" Xu Yang asked.
"Sure," said the middle-aged boss through gritted teeth, with a pained expression on his face, although he was inwardly over the moon.
"Fine," Xu Yang didn't say much more, asking the seller to write up the bill and then made the payment.
