Seeing that Ivan was about to leave, Sasha hurriedly clung to his arm and cried, "Do you suddenly hate me so?"


    Her high-pitched voice drew the attention of the people around them. Ivan decided to just go along with her onest time. He''d yet to get a taste of her, but with Felix around now, none of that mattered anymore. He said, "No, of course not. I''ve just been busy because of my mother. Don''t be mad, okay?"


    Sasha knew about Cheryl''s condition and immediately settled down at Ivan''s words. "When are you going to introduce me to your mother?"


    "Let''s see how things go. Do you want to stroll around the antiques market?"


    Sasha nodded, her good mood restored. "It''s my dad''s birthday today. He likes antiques, so I decided to try my luck. It''s fine if I can''t find anything, though. I''ve already asked someone to prepare something else for me."


    Felix stopped before a stall in the antiques market and appraised the things strewn across the stall. It wouldn''t be an exaggeration to say the stall owner wouldn''t need to worry about money for years if he could sell any of the items there. Even experts in appraising antiques would miss out on precious treasures sometimes, let alone ordinary people or those who constantly dreamed of hitting the jackpot.


    "Has something caught your eye, kiddo? I have quite the reputation in this antiques market, you know. I guarantee I''ll give you a reasonable price," the stall owner, Mike Larson, said cheerily. (1)


    He could tell Felix knew nothing about antiques. It''d be a shame not to take advantage of that and make a huge sum off him.


    "How much is this porcin teapot, mister?" Felix asked.


    "My, you''ve got a good eye! You''ve found the most valuable thing I have here already. This porcin teapot was crafted by Henry Davies, a famous teapot maker from the Clearwater era. I had to search high and low to find this, you know."


    Felix knew nothing about antiques, but he knew Mike was making the teapot seem more important than it was to hike the price. So, he said, "Just tell me how much it is."


    Mike held out a hand, looking like he couldn''t bear to give such a low price. "Since you''re being so straightforward, I''ll sell it to you at a loss. 500,000 dors, no more, no less!"


    Seeing that, Felix also held out a hand. "I''ll counter-offer you 5,000 dors, no more, no less. I''ll pay you right now if you agree. If you don''t, I''m leaving."


    The porcin teapot''s energy didn''te from too long ago, but it had been around for a couple of centuries. That was why Felix wanted to buy it. It was more than enough as a gift for Warren.


    "5,000 dors? What are you even thinking? That''s not the way to haggle, kiddò," Mike said.


    Felix turned to leave without saying anything else, catching Mike off guard.


    Damn it, were youngsters nowadays so blunt and dense? Why hadn''t he offered any other prices?


    Mike had bought the porcin teapot in a small vige for 500 dors. Being able to sell it for 5,000 dors was enough of a profit margin. It was too bad it wasn''t easy to trick people nowadays. He''d sold many of his items, yet this porcin teapot remained unsold. "Fine, fine! Since we were brought together by fate, I''ll sell it to you for 5,000 dors. Oh, what a loss I''ve


    suffered," Mike said.


    Felix turned around to take the porcin teapot. He was about to pay for it when a voice rang out, "I''ll pay 10,000 dors for it!"


    Mike immediately stopped Felix from paying. It wasmon for people to make counter-offers at the antiques market, and any seller who was fortunate enough toe across that would make a huge sum. "This prettydy is offering 10,000 dors, kiddo. What say you?"


    Felix looked at Sasha, who''d appeared out of nowhere. He asked seriously, "Do we really have to do this?"


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