The middle-aged man took the money and left. He shook his head and sighed, agitating Liu Yun.
Just as he was about to bid, Ye Xuan, who had been observing the bronze artifact, said, "I offer a price of 100 yuan! If you agree, let my friend buy it back as a decoration."
The old man was instantly unhappy. His eyes widened like copper bells as he glared at Ye Xuan. "What do you mean, you little child? Do you think I'm selling fake goods? I've seen people lower the price, but I've never seen someone lower the price like you! This is the real deal. I've never played tricks!"
Ye Xuan looked at him teasingly. "Oh, why did you change your first person pronoun? Do you think that your scolding won't flow well?"
A trace of panic flashed across the old man's face. He subconsciously avoided Ye Xuan's gaze and his voice was not as high as before. No matter how one looked at it, he looked guilty.