Qin Xi casually threw it to her and sneered. "At most ten yuan."
The saleswoman lowered her head in embarrassment. "Um… Alright!"
Mr. Qin, who was following behind, was shocked. He had never seen anyone bargain like this.
Qin Xi picked more than ten small items. These small items were all bought by the shop from the stalls outside.
This was the advantage of a hundred-year-old shop. As long as the items were placed here, even if they were trash, they could be sold at an incredible price.
After shopping for a while, Qin Xi patted the dust off her palms and said casually, "Alright, that's all for today. I think 100 yuan is enough to take these home, right?"
The saleswoman was on the brink of tears. Could she say no?
In the end, Qin Xi took out a hundred yuan and took away more than ten small items.
After leaving South Mountain Hall, Mr. Qin asked in confusion, "Xi, why did you buy them when you knew they were fake?"