Qi Yun smiled and nodded, "Yeah, aren't you selling?"
The old man quickly reacted, his face once again filled with a smile, "Selling, of course selling! Boss, you have an eye for quality, these are all good goods."
As he spoke, he took out a bag and packed all the dozen or so Copper Coins on the stall.
"A total of 15 coins, sixty thousand yuan, please take it, boss."
Qi Yun took the bag and pulled out his phone to scan the code for payment.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the stall owner selling paintings next to him was frantically winking at him, but he pretended not to notice and still transferred the sixty thousand yuan.
After receiving the money, the old man cheerfully said, "Boss, I have dozens more of these coins at home, didn't bring them all. If you want more, remember to find me."
Qi Yun smiled and nodded, "Sure."
With that, he carried the bag and left.
