"You mean this compass?"
Fang Zhifu turned around, handed the packed compass to Xu Hu, casually picked up the compass that Ye Xiaofei had pointed to, and said with a smile, "This one I got from the countryside!"
"How come there is a crack on it?"
Ye Xiaofei pretended to be curious and repeated the question nonchalantly.
"I'm not quite sure, it was like this when I got it!"
Fang Zhifu shook his head, touched the fine crack on the compass, and explained, "The brother who sold me the compass said their old man used to do feng shui readings for people, but he suffered a tragedy during the upheaval and died depressed. None of the younger generation wanted to carry on the trade, so many things were smashed. As for this compass, it probably got damaged at that time."
"Oh dear, it's truly like a pearl covered in dust!"
