However, even so, this friendly middle-aged man still focused most of his attention on Chen Yiyang.
He even introduced to Chen Yiyang about a washing machine his grandmother once used.
It's now also up for sale.
The price is almost like giving it away for free.
After all, if it doesn't sell, disposing of it himself would incur a garbage disposal fee.
Soon, Chen Yiyang saw the typewriter he wanted to buy.
"What is this?" Chen Yiyang asked, pretending not to know.
"Actually, I'm very curious about it too," the middle-aged man told Chen Yiyang,
"I found this in my wife's grandfather's basement. My wife asked me to deal with it.
But it's really heavy, so I brought it here to see if I could sell it."
The middle-aged white man, while speaking, pointed to some characters on the typewriter and said, "These seem to be the characters you Huaxia people use."
"Indeed," Chen Yiyang admitted without hesitation, "Maybe it's a Chinese typewriter."
