chapter 63 Touch porcelain

The old man alternated between clutching his chest in an exaggerated manner and holding onto his leg, loudly shouting. Onlookers gathered around, but luckily, this wasn't a bustling area, so the crowd wasn't too large.

Han Tang had heard of the "pengci" profession before, but he never expected to encounter it today. He said to the old man, "Alright, stop pretending. Name your price, tell me how much money you want."

Han Tang didn't want to waste time on this matter. If the old man's...