"What are you doing? The Civil Affairs Bureau isn't over here!" Su Qingqing panted as she caught up with Ye Huan.
"Old man, how much for this thing?" Ye Huan pointed to a teacup on the street vendor's stall and asked.
"Are you out of your mind? Spending money on something like this? It's obviously a fake inferior product, isn't it?" Su Qingqing said crankily.
"Hey, young lady, you can't say that!"
A bald old man sitting beside the carpet, in contrast to his shiny head, had a wisp of long white beard. He stroked it and said, "All the antiques here with me are genuine. Out in the market, they're priceless!"
"Pfft!" Su Qingqing said, "Priceless? Then why don't you take them to a pawnshop or auction and sell them!"
"You..." The old man's face turned red. After a cold snort, he rebuked, "If you aren't buying, then move aside. I don't lack business!"
"Hah, I don't even care!" Su Qingqing pouted, "Ye Huan, let's go."
