Are you willing to sell it?
If he were a typical street performer, he probably would have sold it.
But clearly, the street performer An Ning had encountered was not a typical one.
The old man let go of the lapel he was clutching, sizing up An Ning as he asked, "What price are you offering?"
An Ning answered openly, "I don't know the specific materials of your erhu, but I'd guess they're high-quality. As for the price, I have no basis for one. Do you?"
"If not, why don't we go to that instrument shop over there and get it appraised?"
An Ning's sincere question made the old man across from her break into a genuine smile.
"You're quite an interesting girl."
In the space of a single sentence, the pitiful old street performer's entire demeanor underwent a heaven-and-earth-shattering change.
At that moment, An Ning realized the old man before her was no ordinary person. He was probably just bored at home and had come out to experience life.
'No wonder that erhu is so special.'
