Qin Yu suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "Vendor, please help me match a set of Five Emperor Coins for my treasure, not the ones from a dung pit, and the price can be negotiated."
The vendor's eyes lit up, and the surrounding vendors looked at him with envy, jealousy, and hatred, each secretly lamenting in their hearts—how come they didn't have such luck?
"It looks like Old Chen is going to make a fortune!"
"Chen San hasn't opened for three months, and would you believe that when he does, it's to a fat sheep."
"Why don't I have Chen San's luck? That's at least an income of three hundred thousand!"
Little did these vendors know, would Qin Yu be someone who comes off worse?
Vendor Chen San knew Qin Yu was a fat sheep and didn't dare to deceive him. He took out a set of Five Emperor Coins that he had collected with great difficulty and handed them to Qin Yu with a somewhat pained expression.
"Boss, take a good look, how about this set of Five Emperor Coins?"
