"What kind of treasure is it?" After Li Beini sucked up the last of the lobster meat, she looked curiously at Zhao Yu. "Senior, why do you always play cards so weirdly? Isn’t that a bit wild?"
"Yeah!" Peng Xin laughed. "Yu, what kind of treasure is it? Some sort of heirloom?"
"No, not an heirloom! It’s money!" Zhao Yu spoke without any hesitation, "I have a stash of old bills, fourth generation of RMB printed! All one-hundred yuan bills. I wanted to ask an expert to get a price estimate for me!"
"Oh?" Liang Huan was suddenly interested and asked, "Zhao, does the money have any tears in it? Are the serial number all in a row?"
"No tears, just a bit old!" Zhao Yu answered, "As for the serial numbers, I haven’t looked carefully! Mm…wait…" He realized he spoke wrong and tried to backpedal, "Should…should be in a row, at least part of them! What…are you an expert?"
