"How's it going, real or fake?" Gu Shanhai sarcastically remarked; facing such a person, one must strike hard.
"Heh, I can buy a whole box of that junk with a little money," Fan Shi immediately denied. How could he possibly admit that it was real? That would turn him into a laughingstock. Besides, the other was not a foreigner; it surely must be fake.
"You're right, you should buy a few more boxes then," Gu Shanhai didn't argue with the other party but casually put the item away.
He could see the yearning in Fan Shi's eyes for these items, even wishing he could replace him.
The patrons in the inn, having heard this exchange and seeing Fan Shi turn almost as sour as vinegar, couldn't help but laugh. Here was a good-for-nothing, so poor he had nothing but walls to his name, still putting on airs of self-importance. They didn't care about Fan Shi's circumstances; watching the drama unfold was what truly mattered.