"What! Fifty million!" Guo Shan, the young man, exclaimed in shock. His head was buzzing, and he collapsed to the ground, nearly fainting.
"Wow, did he just die from shock?" Guo Shan's fellow vendor hurried over, checked his breathing, and realized he had just fainted. "Fortunately, he didn't die, just passed out."
Gao Chengwen waved his hand dismissively and said, "Since you know him, take him away."
Gao Chengwen was really in no mood now because he had just missed the fifty million right under his nose. Ever since he started the antique shop, he made around two million in income annually, and he had been doing it for over a decade, yet he hadn't earned fifty million.
"Okay, I'll take him away," said the young man. He hoisted Guo Shan onto his shoulders and carried him off.
