chapter 93 Stupid for crying

Wu Bai wandered around the antique market aimlessly.

Finally, he stopped in front of a stall, picked up a pair of small white jade bottles and asked, "Boss, how much does this cost?"

The vendors here always have a shrewd spirit.

The stall owner was in his thirties and had a smile on his face, but his smile looked treacherous no matter how you looked at it.

"If the boss wants it sincerely, this is the price." The stall owner held out five fingers.

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