"Fifteen bucks? Damn, even if I sold it as scrap, it'd go for more than that!"
"Hahaha, that's a price that'll choke you!" Fang Changle burst out laughing.
"Old man, you selling or not?"
"No, kid, look at the casing, the patina, how old this thing is... fifteen? What are you thinking?" The drunk-nosed geezer got anxious, snatching the fragment from Zhang Fan's hand.
"Fine, forget it then."
Zhang Fan shook his head, leading Fang Changle away from the old man's stall.
"Kid, go a little higher... a hundred thousand... eighty thousand... sixty thousand..."
The old guy kept lowering the price behind them, but Zhang Fan didn't even look back, picking up the pace.
"A hundred and fifty! Take it and go."
The old man gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and made up his mind.
"Deal!"
Zhang Fan shot back like a ghost, swooping in on the stall and grabbed that metal fragment straight out of the old man's hand.
