Bill looked on in confusion, having been a black market doctor for so many years, he was considered well-informed. Seeing the Grand Steward's expression, he realized he might have stirred up some trouble.
If not for the money he hadn't yet exchanged, he would have fled immediately.
"It's the Lotus Sutra, it really is the Lotus Sutra." The middle-aged man muttered excitedly to himself, "It really is."
After speaking, his demeanor abruptly changed, exuding an aura of authority, "May I ask, sir, where did you get this necklace?"
"This… this…" Naturally, Bill wouldn't reveal the truth, because once he did, he was doomed. "I picked it up at the port and thought it was worthless."
Bill randomly concocted an excuse.
"Is it very valuable?"
"Yes, extremely valuable." The middle-aged man nodded, "I'll give you ten thousand dollars."
"T-ten thousand dollars?" Oh my! He's struck it rich.
"Alright! Please go and collect the money!" The middle-aged man handed him another slip.
