Seeing Yin Tian eyeing the fan with great interest, Yue Tao approached with a big smile on his face, "Mr. Yin? Do you like this fan? How about this, I'll give you the fan as a gift."
Before Yin Tian could speak, the shopkeeper's face fell, "Young Master... That's not possible..."
"What's not possible?"
"That fan has already caught the eye of a customer. We've taken their money, and they're supposed to come pick it up today..."
The shopkeeper covered his face, looking very wronged, "If we broke the contract, the compensation we'd have to pay could buy many of these fans..."
"Ah, this..."
A strange expression appeared on Yue Tao's face.
He indeed intended to generously give the fan to Yin Tian.
But the critical issue was that the fan was an authentic antique, made from pure ivory, even the surface painted by a master.
This fan's price was thirty million, and according to the penalty clause for breaking the contract, he would have to pay a whopping six hundred million!
