The street peddler's expression froze, showing a hint of hesitation.
As the stall owner, he knew what the hairpin and the ring were made of.
These items and everything else at the stall were bought from a factory and sold by weight.
In short, they were just junk used to deceive people.
"Well... Sir, you have a keen eye for quality.
You see how unusual the hairpin and ring are! We have a deal for 10 thousand then.
Since you're willing, I'll sell them to you!" The street peddler gritted his teeth and ultimately decided to sell.
He had bought everything at the stall for only 500 dollars.
He had already made a huge profit selling two items for 10 thousand dollars.
It would be ridiculous if the hairpin and the ring were valuable.
Although the street peddler knew his appraisal skills were mediocre, he still believed himself to be much better than Sean and Willow.
If he could not see any value in the hairpin and the ring, there was no way they could.
Sean shook his head with a smile.
He was about to pay when Willow suddenly put down the hairpin.
Willow paused slightly before turning her head to look doubifully at Sean.
Seeing Willow carefully scrutinizing him, Sean showed an awkward smile.
However, Willow also knew it was not the time to argue, so she simply pulled Sean back to the stall.
When Sean and Willow returned to the stall, the street peddler also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sir, I'll ask you one question only.
Will you sell these two items for 500 dollars? Don't take US for suckers.
I've seen many stalls along Antiques Street selling similar items! If you're unwilling to sell, we can find someone else to buy from!” Willow said, glaring at the street peddler.
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