Mo Huasong nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I'll give you ten thousand. If you find more special stones in the future, you can call me. I'll check if I need them."
Mo Huasong deliberately raised the price to ten thousand, hoping that this would motivate the man to pay extra attention to any unique stones he might find.
With the thought of acquiring more riches, the man would surely put more effort into finding quality items for him.
"Uncle, don't believe him. Who buys things like that?" The peddler who had previously mentioned the "thousand-year treasure" tried to advise the man.
He had seen people who were generous and didn't bargain, and he'd seen those who haggled over every little thing, but never had he seen someone offer ten times the asking price.
What a shame, the young man was quite handsome. He had not expected him to be an escapee from a mental hospital.
The man, hearing the peddler's words, no longer paid attention to Mo Huasong.
