Smith looked at the interpreter, who quickly translated for him.
Smith was furious, "What the f..k!"
Qin Yu was not annoyed at all; he grinned as he packed his Purple Sand Pot into a wooden box. He fitted the lid on the box, which was just the right size.
With a beaming smile, Qin Yu said, "Not bad, it's like it was made to measure. Babe, give me the money."
"Yes, boss." Mo Yuqi played the role of the obedient secretary to perfection, demurely opening Qin Yu's backpack and fishing out five wads of US dollars.
Seeing the US dollars in Mo Yuqi's hands, Huang Yanli's eyes nearly popped out!
"What does this mean? Why are you giving my wooden box to him?" Smith, with his face turning green with anger, roared out loud.
The interpreter quickly translated this and Huang Yanli rolled her eyes, "Mr. Smith, you only bought my black pearls, not my box. I'm giving this box to the boss here as a complimentary gift."
