Su Xiaoxiao didn't want to talk to him anymore and simply shook her head. Mr. Yin, seeing her determination, had no choice but to sigh and concede, saying, "Alright, 1.5 million it is. But I don't have that much Chinese currency. I can give you gold, at the current black market rate, which is 28 yuan per gram. How does that sound?"
"Alright," Su Xiaoxiao agreed without hesitation. She had no immediate need for cash, and holding onto gold would help protect against depreciation.
"By the way, I also have a Yixing clay peach-shaped teacup from the late Ming to early Qing Dynasty. Would you be interested?" Su Xiaoxiao suddenly asked.
Mr. Yin nodded eagerly, saying, "I'll take it! I collect anything that's good."
Hearing his response, Su Xiaoxiao felt reassured, and her smile became even more radiant. "That settles it. You go prepare the gold, and I'll get the items. Let's meet at noon for the exchange."