0011 Little Rabbit

Certainly! Here's a revised version of your excerpt with attention to grammar and phrasing:

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"Why don't you just rob them? Your store is a scam! You're all robbers! You have no conscience!"

Upon hearing the price of two million, Boss Wang erupted with curses inside the store.

At that moment, one of Wang Lei's shop assistants hurriedly approached.

Wang Lei's expression shifted slightly, and simultaneously, an old man dressed in humble attire entered.

Contrary to the description given by Wang Lei and his associate, the old man did not appear as destitute, though undeniably poor.

Xue Yang scrutinized the old man, noting the worn-out thousand-layer cloth shoes, the sole ground to a single layer, and the somewhat tattered clothes adorned with numerous patches. Despite his impoverished state, the old man maintained a surprising cleanliness, devoid of any stains.

As the old man spoke, he delicately produced two thousand yuan, hands trembling.

Observing this, Xue Yang looked incredulously at Boss Wang. "Boss Wang, are you kidding me? Two thousand dollars for my precious gem? Who's the black shop owner, the bandit with no conscience?"

Wang Lei was rendered speechless, unable to continue his shameless act.

"You guys are incredible; let's go!" Boss Wang stormed out, clutching his twenty thousand in frustration.

Shortly after, he seemed to recollect something and returned, snatching the two thousand yuan from the old man before storming out again.

Observing Boss Wang's departure, Song Yu finally covered her mouth and chuckled.

Witnessing her joyful expression, Xue Yang addressed her directly, "Do you admire my intelligence? Hurry up and praise me."

"Alright, alright, alright," Song Yu conceded, "You're strong, handsome, and capable. Hurry up and handle this matter with the old man. Let's take down the billboard; after all, this is his treasure, and we shouldn't be so rude."

Ignoring the Lady Boss's instructions, Xue Yang turned to the old man, saying, "Old man, we also have a jade seal here. I'd like to propose an exchange. Your gem is precious, and with the jade seal, I can offer you a million."

Anticipating that leaving the gem with the old man would provoke Wang Lei to intervene, Xue Yang sought to prevent this by making a direct offer.

The old man nodded, his voice shaky, "As long as you're willing to give me the gem, you can do as you please…"

Xue Yang sensed a lack of understanding in the old man's response. Despite offering a million, the old man seemed unfazed. Even the hint of joy on his face appeared to stem from the desire to retrieve his gem rather than the offered money.

Xue Yang assisted the old man to a rattan chair, pouring a cup of tea. Politely, he inquired, "Elder, did you not hear what I said, or does the amount not matter to you?"

The old man's trembling hands finally steadied. His mood seemed to have lifted.

Sipping his tea, the old man smiled, "Money is far less important now. Heh, who would have thought this old man was once a millionaire, decades ago."

Understanding dawned on Xue Yang. The old man's resistance to a million dollars reflected his past wealth. Xue Yang gulped at the realization.

Xue Yang nodded, finding it hard to fathom that the impoverished old man before him was once a millionaire.

"No wonder your wife treasures this gem. In that case, I'll return the ruby to its place."

However, the old man remained indifferent, stating, "There's no need. My wife can no longer open her eyes. The doctor says, no matter how much we spend, she won't last more than a few days. The two thousand dollars is as useless as a million."

At that moment, Xue Yang finally understood the weight of the old man's relief.

Realizing he had divulged too much, the old man quickly stood, saying, "At this age, if the old man enjoys talking, so be it. I'm already an old granny."

"Uncle, don't you have children?"

"I don't want to linger here. You're good people, and an old man like me affects your business. Keep the gem and give me the rest. I need to show it to my old partner." The old man waved his hand.

Acknowledging the old man's embarrassment, Xue Yang smiled, assuring him it was fine. He gathered the gems into a small box and noted down the old man's address.

Seeing the old man off, Song Yu slipped twenty thousand yuan into the box secretly.

Xue Yang laughed, "At this point, the gems are beyond real or fake. I believe each one is now a priceless treasure."

The Lady Boss, sentimental, muttered, "Forcing!"

As if sensing his gaze, Xue Yang turned, lightly pulling Song Yu into his embrace. Apologizing, he released her, witnessing the Lady Boss's flushed face.

Xue Yang chuckled, heading toward the door. He couldn't resist adjusting the signboard on the way out.

Feeling the prolonged closure of the door, Song Yu finally moved her hands from her face, sighing in relief.

Touching her chest, she felt her heart pounding like a rabbit.