The middle-aged man, Shi Xuemin, was taken aback. Seeing the furious Cheng Yunlong storm in, he looked incredibly awkward and said with a strained laugh, "What's wrong, Old Cheng? Is this your friend? Goodness, young man, why didn't you tell me? This is a classic case of not recognizing one of our own! Fine, the deal's off. I won't sell it, alright?"
"Wait!" Zhao Yuan grew anxious. He had nearly finished walking the entire Antique Street and had only just found a stone that contained Qi. How could he possibly let it go? He quickly said, "You already agreed. How can you back out of the deal? You have to be a man of your word!"
As he spoke, he pulled a bank card from his pocket and asked, "You take cards here, right?"
Shi Xuemin was dumbfounded.
