"Eighty bucks, can't go any lower," the young man said.
He had set up his stall for several days now, and no one had visited, simply because the current situation wasn't good, and people were afraid to get involved with these old items. Everyone was selling, not buying. If he really could sell it, he wouldn't have showed up at the old goods market at all.
"Sixty bucks, and I'll take it off your hands right away, to bring home for my kids to play with," Feng Qingxue countered.
The young man's eyes darted around, showing a pained expression, "Alright, alright, it's a deal, it's a deal, I'm taking a big loss here!"
After Lu Jiang paid the money, Feng Qingxue wrapped up the item haphazardly and placed it into Lu Jiang's backpack.
"I have some more old goods back at home, all from wealthy households. Are you interested? If so, I can go get them right now." Coming across such easy marks who weren't afraid of trouble, why wouldn't the young man seize the opportunity?
