Hua Shu wasn't worried. These little tricks didn't bother her. Not to mention that she was a cultivator of immortals. There were various methods. With her perspective, she could easily find a way to open the box.

"Boss, how do you sell this box?" Hua Shu was curious about the contents and decided to buy it back and study it carefully.

The stall owner is a middle-aged woman. Seeing that she asked about the rusty box, she only thought that she didn’t understand anything, but just came to join in the fun of the little girl, so she raised her eyes lazily, ignoring her answer. Said: "Fifty yuan, one price."

"Fifty, why don't you grab it?" Song Zihao jumped out.

The female stallholder just glanced at him, but didn't pay attention to him. She saw a lot of people like this, and she didn't even bother to care about with a child.

Hua Shu looked at Song Zihao, winked at him, motioned him not to speak, and then said to the female vendor: "Boss, look at this iron box rusted like this. Although I don't understand antiques, I still have common sense. An iron box that is so rusty that you can’t tell the age, let alone fifty, even five dollars may not be bought by anyone."

Hua Shu didn't care about the attitude of the female stallholder at all, as if she hadn't seen it, just talked about the rust of the iron box.

The female stall owner didn't expect that the little girl was young, but with a sharp mouth, she couldn't help looking squarely at her. Moreover, Hua Shu's words happened to her heart.

This iron box was dug from the ground when her family was building a new house. It was rusty and could not tell the age. There was no sound inside. It seemed to be an empty box. She also wanted to get it in the antique market and sell it. A little bit of money is a little bit, and it’s been put there, but it’s been several months, and no one cares about it. Earlier, she thought about whether to throw it away to make room for other things!

"Little girl, I won't brag about anything to you. This thing was dug out from the base of my house. It must be some years old. Fifty yuan is really not expensive."

Hua Shu lowered his head, thinking for a while pretending to be pensive, "Ten yuan, I won't have any more."

"Thirty?" The female stall owner took a step back, but still wanted to earn more.

"It's only ten yuan, I really don't have much money." Hua Shu said as he took out ten yuan from his pocket, and took it out of his pocket to show it to the female stall owner.

Seeing that she really didn't have any extra money, the female stall owner turned her gaze to Feng Ming next to her and Cheng Bo behind her.

Feng Ming knew that Hua Shu was deliberately lowering the price, so naturally he wouldn't make an appearance, and he glanced at the iron box very disgustingly. As for the two Cheng Bo behind him, they turned to one side with a tacit understanding and went to another stall.

When the female stall owner thought, it was hard for someone to buy this thing. If you miss this time, maybe you don't even have ten dollars, and you can only throw it away as rubbish.

So, the female stall owner gritted her teeth, "Okay, ten yuan is ten yuan, take it away!"

Although I was a little unwilling, but after another thought, the tatters dug up in the ground changed hands and made ten dollars. This is a non-profit business, and no matter how little it is, it makes a profit.

Thinking about this, the female stall owner immediately became happy again, holding ten dollars with a smile on her face, and watching Hua Shu and the others leave.

After getting a little further away, Cheng Bo and the two immediately caught up.

"Hua Shu, what did you buy that iron box for? It is rusted like that, even if it is a real antique, it has no value." Cheng Bo looked at the iron box in her hand with a look of curiosity.

"This is a trap box. Although it is too rusty to open it, I want to go back and study it and see if I can take it apart." Hua Shu didn't hide it.

"Trap box?" Cheng Bo's eyes lit up, "Are there any treasures in it?"

Hua Shu chuckled lightly, shook the box in his ear, and said, "There is no sound, it's probably empty!"

Cheng Bo looked disappointed, "It turned out to be empty, it's a pity..."

After that, he lost interest in the iron box and went to other stalls again.

Hua Shu couldn't help being surprised. Cheng Bo was silent and talked like a little old man, and his expression rarely changed. But since entering the Antique Street today, he has completely lost his usual seriousness and rigor, just like an ordinary man. Like a teenager, he showed various expressions that were hard to see in ordinary days, which was really surprising.

Song Zihao was one step behind. He happened to see Hua Shu looking at Cheng Bo's back with a look of surprise. He couldn't help but explain with a smile: "Cheng Bo was influenced by his grandfather since he was a child. An old man is serious and rigid, but his temperament changes drastically when he faces antiques. You will get used to him when you know him for a while.

"Cheng Bo's grandfather is an antique lover?" Hua Shu asked casually.

"Le Ci Auction Company, I wonder if you have heard of it?"

Hua Shu nodded, thinking that Cheng Bo's surname was Cheng, and Cheng Lao of Le Ci Auction Company was also surnamed Cheng. Wouldn't these two people be so coincidentally grandparents, right?

Just thinking about this, I heard Song Zihao say: "Cheng Bo's grandfather is the chairman of Le Ci Auction Company. He is known as Cheng Lao, and he is a very famous antique lover. Cheng Bo was taken by Grandpa Cheng since he was a child. In the antique markets everywhere, I am very keen on antiques and collecting leaks."

"It turned out to be the grandson of an old man." Hua Shu muttered, his voice was very small, Song Zihao didn't hear it.

Looking up at the sun, Hua Shu turned his head and said to Song Zihao: "It's getting late, you should hurry up and pick a gift!"

When she was reminded, Song Zihao also found that the sun had risen and the temperature was getting higher and higher, so he hurriedly asked Hua Shu for help: "You can pick for me, I'm dazzled by so many stalls."

"Don't you miss it?" Hua Shu raised his eyebrows.

"Although I am interested in picking up leaks, I hate shopping in a stinky sweat." Song Zihao curled his lips and frowned slightly. He had a slight cleanliness habit since he was a child. Just thinking of himself shopping in a stinky sweat under the big sun. He just couldn't bear it anymore.

"I really don't know what kind of gift is suitable, please ask Hua Shu, you can help me choose it!"

Hua Shu sighed helplessly, "From the very beginning, you chose the wrong place. Chang Chang is not interested in antiques. Her family sells jadeite wool. She has been exposed to jadeite since she was a child. What she likes most is all kinds of gorgeous and crystal clear colors. You shouldn’t come to Antique West Street for the clear jade, but you should go to Antique East Street."

"Huh?" Song Zihao was dumbfounded, then stomped his feet fiercely with anger, and said annoyedly: "I knew that Cheng Bo was not reliable. I had known that I would just ask you at the beginning."

Hua Shu glanced at him speechlessly, who was the first to walk into the antique West Street before, now that this is an afterthought!

I think so, but she still advises responsibly: "Anyway, it's all here, just point to jade and the like. The appearance is a little better, and Chang Chang will also like it."