"Young man, if it's fake, I'll pay you ten times the price. At a glance, I can tell you're an expert. Don't be fooled by the size of my stall; everything here was freshly unearthed." The middle-aged man saw Ye Guichen holding a pipe and quickly said, "You truly have an eye for things. This pipe was used by Ji Xiaolan himself. Because you recognize its value, I'll sell it to you cheaply for fifty thousand. How about it?"
Ye Guichen couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.
The pipe he was holding was probably worth only five bucks, but in the man's words, it had suddenly multiplied by ten thousand times.
Indeed, his mouth was truly skilled at making up stories.
"If this is fake, will you pay me five hundred thousand?" Ye Guichen asked with a smile.
The middle-aged man's smile froze, unable to answer directly: "Haha, young man, if it's fake, I'll pay you ten times the price. No cheating, no deceiving."
