Yun Ya raised an eyebrow.
Yan Song turned his head and glanced at her.
It turns out her great-grandfather liked collecting inkstones. Yun Ya walked over, glanced at the inkstone, and to be honest, she didn't know much about antique appraisal. But from the shopkeeper's way of speaking, she knew this inkstone had to be fake.
"Oh? From the Reign of Qian De in Song Dynasty, huh." Yun Ya picked it up and took a look. As soon as she held it, there was a sense of simplicity and heaviness. Yun Ya secretly caressed it, then raised her eyes to look at Yan Song.
Is this shopkeeper clueless or what?
Yun Ya examined the inkstone carefully and felt something was off.
Yan Song glanced at her and said, "Name your price."
The shopkeeper liked straightforward people, "Twenty thousand, not a cent less."
Yan Song sneered: "This inkstone doesn't even have an inscription, the texture is rough and mixed. Are you taking me for a fool?"
