บท 587: 167: Face-Slapping, Thousand-Faceted Splendor!_6

The white-bearded old man mysteriously stretched out five fingers.

"Fifty?" Mu Qingli asked.

The white-bearded old man, incredulous, said, "Young lady, are you joking?"

"Then, five hundred?"

The white-bearded old man slightly furrowed his brow, "Young lady, could you show a little respect for this old man?"

Mu Qingli continued, "Five thousand?"

"Young lady, I think you're still not showing enough respect for this old man."

Mu Qingli clenched her teeth, "Five hundred thousand?"

"Young lady, I think you can still show a little more respect for this old man."

Mu Qingli laughed, "It can't be five million, right?"

Upon hearing this, the white-bearded old man excitedly said, "Yes, yes, yes! Young lady, you really are sharp as a tack! The selling price of these glasses is indeed five million, but seeing that there's such a fate between you and this old man, I've decided to give you a family discount. Just 4.88 million for you! What do you think, am I not generous?"