บท 787: Really Stupid and Rich

Ye Feng only glanced at the few boxes before shifting his gaze to the three stall owners.

An old man in his sixties and two middle-aged men of similar age. The three of them looked very similar. They should be father and son.

These three people were honest and did not have the feeling of being greedy like the other stall owners.

"Are you here to sell goods too? Why didn't you show it?" Ye Feng had already used his deep scan to check the items in the box, but he looked at the three of them without batting an eyelid.

"Young man, what are you talking about? Of course we're here to sell goods." The old man spoke with a Xishan provincial accent. His two rough hands subconsciously pressed on the box as if he was afraid that it would be snatched away.