"You want to sell second-hand Magical Treasures?" The old man heard Xiao Buli explain his purpose and immediately responded in a weird tone, with the end of his sentences rising, clearly harboring doubt. His beady eyes sized up Xiao Buli from head to toe.
Xiao Buli had of course seen this kind of look before. Since ancient times, the truth has always been that no merchant is not shrewd; these businessmen always judge by appearances. Once, Xiao Buli, dressed in a hoodie, entered a luxury store and, sure enough, the sales clerk followed him closely, nearly mistaking him for a thief. The look that clerk gave him when he entered was exactly like the one this old man was giving him now, although the clerk was somewhat more restrained due to professional reasons. The old man, on the other hand, was blatantly giving him the once over.
