The guardian's sword

Sean's right foot, which he had raised to walk away, fell back down again. Then, he looked at the street peddler and asked with a smile, "How much cheaper are you willing to offer?"

The street peddler was also immediately relieved when Sean stopped. The street peddler naturally would not let go of his cash cow when it was right before him.

The street peddler immediately looked troubled. He was silent for a moment before saying, "How about this? It's fate that we met. I'll give way and give you a discount of 50 thousand! You can take it for 250 thousand! But don't forget to buy from me again after you make money!"

Sean smiled and did not answer immediately.

The middle-aged man at the stall also cooperated by saying, "250 thousand? Why don't you wait here while I borrow 50 thousand from someone? I'll be able to make a profit of 200 thousand to 300 thousand by selling it later. Only fools will reject such a good deal!"

The street peddler could not say yes to the middle-aged man. Instead, he said with a troubled look, "I can't do that. My family is still in a hurry for money. I can't wait too long."

With that said, the street peddler looked back at Sean.

"250 thousand is too much for US. Since this gentleman wants it, why don't you sell it to him? As the old saying goes, a gentleman doesn't steal from others," Sean said with a chuckle.

After saying that, he took Willow's hand and left the stall.

"Hey! I'll give you a bigger discount. 230 thousand! You can bring it home for only 230 thousand. Later, you can find an antique appraiser to certify it and sell it for a profit of over 300 thousand!" The streetText content © NôvelDrama.Org.

peddler shouted anxiously as he watched Sean and Willow walk away.

However, Sean still had no intention of stopping. They continued to walk away.

The street peddler also grew anxious and shouted immediately, "Two hundred thousand! It's my lowest price! As long as you can come up with 200 thousand immediately, I'll sell it to you!" "Two hundred thousand? Isn't that man willing to buy it for 200 thousand? Just sell it to him. I don't have so much money for antiques!" Sean said without looking back.

Sean and Willow soon moved away from the stall.

Watching the two people leave, the street peddler turned gloomy. He was shrewd to have lived in a place like Antiques street for so long.

Judging from Sean and Willow's behavior from the beginning until they turned away without hesitation, the street peddler also figured out they were playing with him.

"F*ck! How dare these two make fun of me?" The street peddler cursed.

The three middle-aged men immediately stood up, and the one who had previously acted with the street peddler said solemnly, "Fifty thousand, and I'll help you teach them a lesson!”

The street peddler glanced at him with a flash of contempt in his eyes before replying with a sneer, "Fifty thousand? Do you think my money grows on trees? I must get revenge, but forget about getting 50 thousand! I’ll pay you 3 thousand dollars to scare them. You'll get 1 thousand each. Do we have a deal?"

The conmen who had just cooperated were now suddenly talking business with each other.