Ouyang Bing clutched his brocade bag. 'Why do I have such a bad feeling about this?'
But curiosity overcame this vague premonition. "Let's have a look first."
Ancient Wen Heng decided not to be stingy. He opened the bag wide and laid the items out one by one.
An ordinary ballpoint pen, a tin frog toy, a replica antique-style pocket watch, and a few small pieces of jewelry inlaid with tiny diamonds.
"How much are you asking for these?" Ouyang Bing examined each item, struggling to part with any of them. He held each one in his hands, turning it over and over for a long while.
Even the usually stoic Mudou was now staring at these novel objects without blinking.
"Well..." Ancient Wen Heng looked conflicted. "We don't want to part with them."
