The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The street peddler's expression froze, showing a hint of hesitation.
As the stall owner, he knew what the hairpin and the ring were made of.
These items and everything else at the stall were bought from a factory and sold by weight.
In short, they were just junk used to deceive people.
"Well... Sir, you have a keen eye for quality.
You see how unusual the hairpin and ring are! We have a deal for 10 thousand then.
Since you're willing, I'll sell them to you!" The street peddler gritted his teeth and ultimately decided to sell.
He had bought everything at the stall for only 500 dollars.
He had already made a huge profit selling two items for 10 thousand dollars.
It would be ridiculous if the hairpin and the ring were valuable.
Although the street peddler knew his appraisal skills were mediocre, he still believed himself to be much better than Sean and
Willow.
If he could not see any value in the hairpin and the ring, there was no way they could.
Sean shook his head with a smile.
He was about to pay when Willow suddenly put down the hairpin.
She looked at Sean and snapped, “Since you know these two things are worthless, why would you spend ten thousand dollars
on them? We can't let ourselves get ripped off like that, even if we can afford it! Let's go.
We're not buying!" After saying that, Willow dragged Sean away from the stall and prepared to leave.
The street peddler became anxious when he saw that.
He was about to earn 10 thousand dollars but was suddenly interrupted.

Instinctively, the street peddler immediately said, "Please wait! | can lower the price for you! How about five thousand? What do
you think of this price?" With the total cost of the items at the stall being only 500 dollars, selling the hairpin and ring for 5
thousand would still be very profitable to him.
Willow turned around immediately, glared at the street peddler, and said," Do you think we look like fools that are easy to
deceive?" "Not at all! One thousand! It's the lowest price | can offer!" The street peddler replied through gritted teeth as he
hurriedly waved his hands.
Although the price dropped from 10 thousand to 1 thousand-down by ten times, he still would not lose money if he could sell the
hairpin and ring for 1 thousand.
"This price is about right...” Sean muttered.
Willow paused slightly before turning her head to look doubifully at Sean.
Seeing Willow carefully scrutinizing him, Sean showed an awkward smile.
However, Willow also knew it was not the time to argue, so she simply pulled Sean back to the stall.
When Sean and Willow returned to the stall, the street peddler also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sir, I'll ask you one question only.
Will you sell these two items for 500 dollars? Don't take US for suckers.
I've seen many stalls along Antiques Street selling similar items! If you're unwilling to sell, we can find someone else to buy
from!” Willow said, glaring at the street peddler.