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The street peddler froze in place, looking at Willow in disbelief. His expression filled with immense shock.

"Hey! I'm asking you a question! Are you selling or not?" Willow spoke indifferently as she frowned.

The street peddler immediately snapped back to his senses and nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, yes! Five hundred dollars!"

Although the price drop from 10 thousand to 500 was rather significant, selling these two items would at least cover his costs. Whatever price he could sell the rest of the items for would be pure profit.

"You agreed so readily. Are these two items worth so little?" Willow frowned slightly, her eyes filled with suspicion as she glared at the street peddler.

Sean said with a smile, "Alright, it's not easy for him to do business here.

We're not short of money anyway. Let him make some profit."

The street peddler immediately looked gratefully at Sean. It was probably the first time in the years he had done business on Antiques Street that he had met a customer who actively helped him raise prices.

"Alright, here's 500. I'll take the items."

Without waiting for Willow to speak again, Sean gave 500 dollars to the street peddler.

After receiving the money, the street peddler immediately smiled, picked up a pair of earrings from his stall, and handed them to Sean. He then said with a smile, "I feel a bit embarrassed taking your money.

Take this little trinket too. It goes quite well with your wife's pearl hairpin."

Sean nodded with a smile and accepted the earrings from the street peddler, replying, Thanks. Good luck with business!" "Thank you!" The street peddler answered with a smile as he nodded immediately.

Then, Sean and Willow turned around and left the stall.

Once they were away from the stall, Willow immediately turned to look at Sean, her eyes full of scrutiny. "Tell me honestly. Are these two items valuable?" Willow asked Sean. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Sean nodded and replied with a smile, "The hairpin is made of premium pearl, and the ring is made of imperial emerald. You should know their worth now that I told you." "Huh? You're not kidding me, are you?" Willow's mouth opened slightly, her face full of disbelief.

Sean shrugged helplessly and said with a smile, "Why would I lie to you? These two items can go for at least 10 million dollars in an auction! Oh, by the way, it's ten million dollars each, not together!"

The shock in Willow's eyes intensified. She suddenly understood why Sean had quoted 10 thousand without negotiating with the street peddler. He was gaining 20 million for free. Paying the street peddler a mere 10 thousand was nothing to him.

Sean's sudden remark about the poor quality of the items was probably only to trigger the street peddler, who suddenly seemed hesitant to sell.

Little did he know that Willow would suddenly give the street peddler a hard time and decrease the price to 500 dollars.