Just as the Attendant Student was anxiously stamping his feet, an old man with a full white beard rushed over with his men.
"Cai Gui, what treasure has you calling me over in such a rush?" The old man's eyes locked onto the box on the counter the moment he walked in.
He stared at it for a good while before finally sizing up the strangers in the shop. "I'm the owner of this pawnshop. My surname is Tang, but most people call me Old Tang. And you are, young sir?"
"What a hassle. You have to ask all this just to pawn something?" the young master muttered, then said reluctantly, "My surname is Jia. Are you going to take this thing or not? This Shopkeeper said he couldn't make the call. Now the person in charge is here, so give me a straight answer!
If you can't, I'll just go find another shop. You're wasting my time!"
The Shopkeeper exchanged a glance with Mr. Tang and silently retreated, ceding the floor to him.
"What can you tell me about this item?"
