But this wooden box is quite old. This guy probably doesn't know the value of these things, or he only has a partial understanding.
"Comrade, I want all four strings. You give me the remaining jade stones as a gift."
"That's not possible, no matter how, it's worth two dollars each. I'll give you four pieces at most, you can choose by yourself."
"I won't bother choosing. These look like there are only twenty or so pieces. How about I give you an extra twenty dollars, and you give them all to me."
"Alright. Old comrade, you really know how to buy things."
Shang Zhenkun glanced at Jiang Feifei, and the little girl understood, took off the bag, and handed it to Shang Zhenkun.
He took out a bundle, counted out sixteen sheets, and handed the rest to that person. "Count them."
"Ho, old master, you're quite something. Look, I have a lot of paintings and unique manuscripts here, do you want them?" Actually, he was eyeing the remaining money in Shang Zhenkun's hand.
