"I'm sorry, not for sale. I've grown attached to him."
Li Xiang finished the last bite of his noodles, took a napkin to wipe his mouth, and prepared to leave.
The middle-aged man who had just made an offer, perhaps fond of Coalball, immediately stood up as well, extending a hand: "Fifty thousand? Will you sell?"
"Fifty thousand?"
Li Xiang looked at Coalball, somewhat surprised: "I didn't expect you to be so valuable."
Coalball seemed to sense what was about to happen, lowered his head, and whimpered twice, as if to say: Don't sell me.
"Alright, eighty thousand, fixed price."
The man saw that fifty thousand didn't persuade Li Xiang, and after looking at Coalball's human-like whimper, he gritted his teeth and increased the offer to eighty thousand.
"Thank you for liking Coalball, but I'm truly sorry. He's been with me since birth, and I've grown attached to him."
