"Hey boss, you haven't looked at my stone yet!" The local who had just lined up shouted at Fang Jueyu's back.
But at that moment, Fang Jueyu couldn't care less about others. It was as if he were a trafficker who had just discovered his target, as he rushed toward the four or five-year-old child.
"Hey little one, can you show me your stone?" Fang Jueyu squatted down and said in as soft a tone as possible, suppressing his excitement.
The child immediately became very wary and hid the stone behind his back, "Mom said I shouldn't talk to strangers!"
"I'm not a bad guy, I just want the stone in your hand. Can you sell it to me?" Fang Jueyu continued.
"I'll give you a hundred thousand yuan, which can buy a lot of snacks and toys!" Fang Jueyu fully utilized his skill in coaxing the child, making little Yi laugh out loud.
