Jiang Chen laughed to himself.
But on the outside, he wore a foolish expression.
"Don't you try to fool me. I know my materials."
Jiang Chen's acting was spot on.
'Who doesn't know how to pull a scam?'
The Ten Thousand Years' Falling Grass the stall owner mentioned was fake.
But he knew that the stalk of Gunpowder Grass was real.
He just didn't know if the stall owner could recognize its true value.
He beckoned to Yuan Ming. "Let me take a look at that Ten Thousand Years' Falling Grass first."
"I'll know if it's real or fake the moment I see it."
Yuan Ming was startled. 'Could this kid really tell the difference?'
After all, his stalk of Ten Thousand Years' Falling Grass was, in fact, a fake.
It would be trouble if the kid saw through his ruse.
Feeling uneasy, he handed the fake Ten Thousand Years' Falling Grass to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen pretended to inspect it with great care.
Then, he let out a cry of surprise.
"Wow, boss, it's real! You really didn't lie to me."
