If the street peddler offered 20 or 30 thousand, many people would probably have agreed and bought the bronze pot.
Willow silently replaced the bronze pot on the stall and whispered, "Let's go.
It's too expensive." She did not know what Sean was trying to do by speaking suddenly, but she also knew that staying in front of the stall would only waste their time.
Sean only looked at her with no intention of leaving.
Seeing their reactions, the street peddler only thought they had a difference of opinion.
Willow was now behaving like a woman who refused to buy because she was reluctant to pay 300 thousand, while Sean was teetering on whether to buy it and was struggling.
The street peddler had done business on Antiques street for so many years and had seen countless people that he thought he had a good grasp on human nature.
He was confident Sean would be blinded by the free 200 thousand and buy the bronze pot after he persuaded him.
When Sean had no intention of leaving, Willow said nothing even though she was confused.
She only held Sean's arm and stood beside him.
"It's not expensive! If you buy it for 300 thousand, you can make 200 thousand by selling it later.
How is that expensive?” The street peddler struck while the iron was hot and added, "Miss, think about it.
If your husband spent 300 thousand to buy this and later earned 200 thousand from it, he can buy a diamond ring for you! Isn't that great? If my family wasn't facing issues, | would have earned 200 thousand myself.
Oh!" The street peddler even showed a pained expression at the end of his speech.
Willow quickly blushed at the street peddler's words.
She glanced at Sean furtively, her eyes full of shyness.
Just then, the middle-aged man squatting on the edge of the stall and observing the goods, also said immediately, his tone full of chagrin.
"Oh.
Why are you hesitating for so long about such a treasure? If | could afford to pay 300 thousand in one go, you wouldn't even have the chance to buy it! Sean shook his head and said with a smile, "300 thousand is still too much.
We're only ordinary people.
How can we easily come up with 300 thousand? It seems we're destined to miss out on it.
Let's leave the 200 thousand for the next customer." With that said, Sean turned around to leave.
Seeing this, the street peddler panicked immediately and said, "Wait! The price is negotiable!"
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