The guardian's sword

Surprise flickered in Willow's eyes as she wondered, 'I randomly found the stall’s prized item? How much is a 600-year-old antique worth?’

Willow was unfamiliar with antiques, so she had no idea what 600-year-old antiques were worth.

"Boss, how much do you charge for this?" One of three middle-aged men asked as they walked over before Willow and Sean could speak.

Seeing these three middle-aged men, faint glee immediately glimmered in the street peddler's eyes. He smiled and said, "Do you also want my bronze pot? You have a good eye! This bronze pot is over 600 years old!"

The middle-aged man looked impatient as he waved his hand and said," Duh. I, Bobby Black, have been on Antiques street for years. I can tell how old it is. It's a Dragon Pot from more than 600 years ago. This Dragon Pot is currently covered with soil, so we can't see the dragon patterns on it. Once we remove all the soil, we can see its dragon patterns! This item is pretty good. Name your price. I'll take it!"

Willow clutched the bronze pot with a flash of anxiety in her eyes, wondering why she would run into someone who would steal a treasure she found. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

In desperation, Willow could only look to Sean for help. Sean quietly shook his head and said nothing more.

Willow also immediately understood and calmed down.

Being able to take over part of the Quinn family's business at this age was proof enough that Willow was not dumb.

These three middle-aged men appeared too coincidentally. Willow had just picked up the bronze pot when they came up and offered to buy it.

It did not look like a coincidence but more like the result of countless rehearsals.

"Hehe, you have a good eye, sir! Since you have such a good eye, I won't ask for much. 300 thousand dollars!" The street peddler said to the middle- aged man, too busy talking to the middle-aged man to notice Sean and Willow.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly but then showed a look of embarrassment.

"Three hundred thousand dollars for the Dragon Pot isn't expensive. If I take it to an antique appraiser and prove its authenticity, someone might even want it for 500 thousand. It's just that I've been having some trouble with business lately that I can't come up with 300 thousand so soon. How about I buy the Dragon Pot for 200 thousand in cash? What do you think?" The middle-aged man said, looking embarrassed.

The street peddler frowned slightly, looking troubled.

Sean stood quietly as he watched the two put on a show. He was secretly impressed. It was a shame that they were not professional actors. Their acting skills were better than most new actors nowadays.