Ouyang Bing clutched his brocade bag. Why did he suddenly have an ominous premonition?
However, his curiosity won out over this baseless feeling. "Let's take a look first."
Gu Wenheng wasn't stingy either. He loosened the bag's opening to its maximum and laid the items out one by one.
An ordinary ballpoint pen, a tin frog toy, an antique-style pocket watch, and a few small pieces of jewelry inlaid with crushed diamonds.
"How much are you asking for these?" After examining each item, Ouyang Bing found it hard to choose. He held each one, playing with it for a long time.
Even the usually dull Mudou stared at these novelties without blinking.
"This..." Gu Wenheng put on a troubled expression. "We don't really want to sell."
