Xia Siyuan's heart lit up, but she showed the arrogance of an ignorant young girl: "This bunch of antique coins is two thousand bucks? It's not even something valuable, how is it more expensive than a designer purse? I was thinking of buying a few to decorate the living room, but forget it..."
With that, Xia Siyuan pulled Lin Hanfeng away.
Lin Hanfeng rarely heard her speak like this, and he immediately understood: "It's okay, don't be upset. The least lacking thing at this antique fair is antique coins. This stall is too expensive. I'll go with you to check out the next one..."
The booth owner, seeing that both were wearing designer clothing and not easy to fool, noticed they were leaving and quickly said, "Miss, how about fifteen hundred?"
"No way," Xia Siyuan said, full of backbone.
"One thousand, one thousand! You can take them all for a thousand, Miss. We can still negotiate on the price."
