"Refund! Of course, I'll refund them!" Hearing Shen Qiang's questioning, the Stall Owner became anxious.
As soon as he finished speaking, before Shen Qiang could respond, a rich-looking middle-aged man came over with a sneer, "Oh really? Last month, I bought a Fencai Bat Peach Pattern Olive Bottle from your stall for three million. It looked authentic at the time, but after I got it in my hands, I discovered it was a fake."
"What did you say?" the portly middle-aged man said coldly, "You said that the Fencai Bat Peach Pattern Olive Bottle you sold is the very one I purchased, and the price was agreed upon by both of us. Since you put it that way, if I've bought the wrong item, you should refund me."
"Get lost! I'm not refunding you a damn thing!" The Stall Owner became agitated and then turned to Shen Qiang saying, "That Fencai Bat Peach Pattern Olive Bottle is mine. I'm not selling it anymore, and you must give it back to me."
