"Eight yuan."
The boss must really think she's a kid to mess around with.
An old pot that hasn't sold for over eight hundred years and he wants to sell it for eight yuan?
Ni Yang laughed and said, "Boss, quit joking, I'm serious about buying. I'll take it for one yuan and fifty cents."
The boss replied speechlessly, "Young lady, you're the one who's joking. A pot worth eight yuan for one fifty? This pot is the most sought-after this year, if you come any later, you might not be able to buy it."
Ni Yang said, "I've never seen any sought-after item that has been stored in the warehouse for several years and not sold. If you don't really want to sell it, then I'll leave you alone."
With that, Ni Yang turned and left.
Seeing that Ni Yang had walked several steps and had no intention of turning back, the boss immediately shouted, "Young lady, come back! Come back quickly! I'll sell it to you for one fifty!"
