Ten taels of silver?
How should I put it, in the eyes of someone who knows the goods, such an ancient book is a priceless treasure; of course, if it falls into the hands of ordinary people, it might just be used as fire starter paper and burned away.
Not to mention ten taels of silver, even a hundred or a thousand taels wouldn't be out of place.
How could Zhao Minghua dare to say that out loud?
Chun Ning looked at Zhao Minghua with great surprise, thinking that, if he didn't know the trade, he could repair ancient books; if he did know the trade, the price he offered was indeed too contemptuous.
"Ahem, Mr. Zhao, we have known each other for a long time, and I'm an honest person, so I won't quote you a high price." Manager Wen said, "I don't want your money either, just consider it a gift to Mr. Zhao, hoping you can help me out in the future when I need your help."
