Matsuyama Shoji pursed his lips. "This is a trade secret. How can I tell you?"
The old man smiled and shook his head. "It's fine if you don't want to tell me. Anyway, I can only offer 1 million yuan at most. If you think it's too little, you can go to other shops to take a look."
Matsuyama Shoji hesitated for a moment. "How about 1.5 million?"
The old man shook his head and said nothing.
"1.3 million?"
The old man still shook his head.
"Then 1.1 million is fine, right? It's just an extra 100,000."
The old man immediately sneered, "Didn't you say that someone offered 2 million? You're willing to sell it to me for 1.1 million?"
Matsuyama Shoji blushed. "Aren't I too lazy to run? As long as you can pay 1.1 million, this jade cup is yours."
The old man pushed the Nine Dragon Cup over. "I'm sorry. You'd better go somewhere else to take a look."