"Boss, do you have any peach wood carvings here?" Mu Qingli approached a small antique stall and asked.
The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his fifties with a long goatee and several strings of polished rosewood beads on his wrist. He glanced at Mu Qingli and pointed in a direction, "Over there."
"Thank you." Mu Qingli walked to that end of the stall, picked up a carving that seemed to be of fine craftsmanship, smelled it, and frowned slightly. Then, she picked up another carving and frowned again.
"Boss, I want peach wood carvings." Mu Qingli looked at the stall owner again.
"Young lady, all of these are top-quality peach wood, with prices labeled. No bargaining," the stall owner replied.
Mu Qingli casually glanced at the prices above.
Huh.
The lowest asking price was in the five figures!
This boss really knows how to bluff.
Mu Qingli casually picked up a carving and said, "Boss, I want genuine peach wood carvings. These are all imitation peach wood."