Song Yunuan glanced at Old Man Song, "Grandpa, did you sell it then?"
"I did, I figured keeping it might lead to problems, so I asked him how much he'd pay, and the man said ten yuan each. I sold twenty of them and then sold them."
Twenty items worth ten thousand yuan each were sold just like that.
Song Yunuan felt heartbroken, but it was the right thing to do.
Even to say, Grandpa was clever, acting utterly oblivious to the true value of the incense burner.
No, that's not right, why would there be people asking to buy back something they sold?
"Grandpa, did you ask why?"
"Of course, I asked, the man said that the items actually belonged to a friend, who didn't want to sell them and was waiting for someone willing to buy at a high price. He wasn't aware and sold quite a few of them, and now he has to spend money to buy them back."
Alright, that was a lie riddled with holes.
"Have they left?"
