The man flipped through the old abacus and even smelled it, while the woman frowned at the yellow-white bracelet, deeming it rather ugly.
"Boss, can you give us a quote?" the man asked, pointing at the old bead calculator.
"One hundred and twenty thousand," the hat-wearing stall owner replied indifferently, with an expression that showed neither desire nor demand, in a tone that suggested he could take it or leave it.
His voice was extremely hoarse and grating, like a cat's claws scratching on tree bark.
"One hundred and twenty thousand? Are you out of your mind? For this piece of junk, you dare to ask for so much?"
Before the man could respond, the woman tossed aside the bracelet as if it were bitten by a fly, expressing her disdain.
"That's just how business is done. I only quote the price, whether you can afford it is your problem, and I'm not forcing you to buy," the stall owner said nonchalantly.
