"Your Qi'nan Thunderstruck Wood?"
Upon hearing the vendor's words, Qin Chuan's eyes narrowed.
The crowd, who had just been shocked that Qin Chuan had bought an item worth fifty million for only five thousand, all wore faces of surprise.
The vendor smiled at Qin Chuan and said, "It's not mine, so is it yours?"
Dongfang Yiren, having come back to her senses, had a face full of anger, "Clearly Qin Chuan bought it for five thousand, so of course it's his!"
The vendor laughed, picked up an old-looking porcelain bowl from the stall, and handed it over, "What he bought for five thousand, is this porcelain bowl that Empress Dowager Cixi used."
"Pah!"
Dongfang Yiren could not contain her anger, "Do you think we are fools? A bowl that Empress Dowager Cixi used?"
Everyone around was stunned; even a layman could see that the bowl was just a common rice bowl from the rural areas of the 1990s.
Forget five thousand, not even five dollars, would anyone want it.
