A thousand yuan is enough to scare off many people.
Sui Yi glanced at him, "Mr. Lv, aren't you afraid of not being able to sell it?"
Lv Haobai smiled nonchalantly, "Oh, honestly, we Chinese are big gamblers. The ancient ink section sells the best here. There are even some who've taken advantage of great deals. Just last year, someone bought a piece of Tongyan Ink from the Northern Jin period from me and later resold it for three hundred thousand."
Lv Haobai's tone was full of genuine confidence, seemingly telling the people here that his store was of true substance and quality.
Of course, these words caused quite a stir among the people in the store. Three hundred thousand, my goodness, the profit was substantial.
It was almost like winning the lottery.
"Speaking of winning the lottery, what's really scary is the Gambling Stones section in the next street over. Oh my, the people who hit the jackpot there became overnight millionaires... now that's truly terrifying."
