Lin Feng asked helplessly.
"Old Jiang, how much did you pay for these Buddha Beads?"
"Hehe, Brother Feng, not expensive, just three thousand bucks. Let me tell you, I used my unyielding tongue, talking so much that my saliva nearly dried up! Finally, the boss agreed to sell it to me for three thousand bucks!"
Jiang Anmin said proudly.
Lin Feng: "..."
Then he looked at Jiang Anmin with a somewhat complicated expression and slowly spoke.
"Old Jiang, it's not to discourage you, but these Buddha Beads are only worth ten bucks, and they're the kind you can easily buy at a night market stall! You made a mistake..."
"Uh..."
Jiang Anmin paused, speaking with disbelief.
"Brother Feng, this can't be right?"
"Look at the color, the craftsmanship is clearly old..."
"Old Jiang, if you don't believe me, you can ask Old Master Zhuang. He's a big name in antiques, you should believe his words, right?"
Lin Feng interrupted Jiang Anmin and spoke.
"Haha, Old Master Zhuang, your thoughts?"
