"Here!"
Jiang Xiaobai reluctantly took out two thousand yuan and handed it over to the bald man in front of him, who grinned so widely his whole mouth seemed to show.
Those peddling their wares near the train station were actually charlatans. Their business was such that they might not make a sale for days on end, but when they did, it often netted them enough to eat for months. These items had no real cost to them, so whatever price they managed to sell them for was pure profit.
"Miss, let me find a cloth to wrap this up for you. You have a good eye, I'll tell you," he said. "This book of mine is of great value to collectors. Take good care of it when you get home. Who knows, you might be able to sell it for a fortune one day."
The old fellow fumbled for a piece of yellow silk from his possessions, wrapped the ancient book in it, and solemnly handed it to Ruo Li.
"Thank you, uncle," said Ruo Li.
