The fat man was yakking non-stop.
Lu Yan put it down directly.
Such a bluff, it's just an ordinary broken bowl, yet he touted it as an item commonly used by people beyond the grandmasters, and even priced it at a hundred taels, he must think me a fool.
"Keep throwing out such ridiculous prices, and I will leave right away," Lu Yan said coldly.
The fat man chuckled awkwardly.
Lu Yan observed a while longer, picked up an old porcelain jar, and asked, "How much?"
"Two taels."
The fat man held up two fingers.
Without a hint of emotion, Lu Yan casually picked up two more items, including the butterfly coin.
"Three items, one tael," said Lu Yan indifferently.
With a look of readiness to walk away without hesitation.
The fat on the fat man's face twitched furiously a couple of times before he managed to squeeze out a smile, saying, "Alright, it's a deal."