Nian Shutong looked especially sincere at the uncle across the booth, who had also been through his fair share of experiences.
He let out a wry laugh as he scrutinized Nian Shutong, giving her a glance.
"Do you have goods? What level? If the quality is good, everything is negotiable."
"I don't."
Her reply of "I don't" momentarily sent the uncle across from her into a daze.
Could she be looking for trouble?
"However, I will have it very soon."
Nian Shutong added another phrase, confident that she could produce such carvings in minutes.
As long as it involved using a knife, her skill was undoubtedly at the pinnacle of the interstellar.
Upon hearing her latter words, the stall owner nodded with understanding and mystery, leaning forward slightly and murmured in a lowered voice,
"I get it, getting ready to make a move."
The stall owner treated Nian Shutong as someone looking to offload goods as he mysteriously wrote down a string of numbers on the ground.
"Got it memorized?"
