Lu Yan smiled slightly, unphased.
He knew these antique sellers, they always proposed ridiculous prices, looking to make as much profit as they can.
Returning the iron bowl, Lu Yan moved to another shelf, picked up a worn, cracked copper mirror, and asked, "How much for this one?"
"Four thousand taels."
The chubby shopkeeper raised four fingers.
Lu Yan merely smiled again and placed the copper mirror back on the shelf.
"Sir, are you sincerely interested in buying? If so, make an offer."
The shopkeeper suggested.
"Of course I'm serious about buying, but you're trying to slaughter me like a pig. How am I supposed to make a purchase?"
Lu Yan laughed.
"Sir, you're being too harsh. I conduct my business with utmost integrity. I assure you my prices are fair, catering to all ages. I guarantee you'll be profiting from any purchase you make."
The pudgy shopkeeper swore solemnly as if ready to make an oath to the heavens.
