He took out a silver dollar from his pocket and handed it to the stall owner, and then asked him, "How much do you give this?"

The stall owner is in his forties or fifties, and obviously he has seen the real one.

He carefully played with the silver dollar for a while and said to Takasaki: "To be honest, I don't understand this thing either, I just collected takeout food. If I was high, I was afraid that I would encounter fake ones and would be in trouble."

Then he discussed with Takasaki: "Will you sell it forty?"

Takasaki saw greed from the stall owner's eyes.

He shook his head, intending to get the silver dollar back from the stall owner.

"Sixty, sixty is OK, right?" The stall owner refused to let go with the silver dollar.

Takasaki still shook his head.

"This way, I'll give you eighty." The stall owner said helplessly.

Takasaki still won't sell it.

He was very strong and young, and the stall owner dared not buy and sell with him.

He had to return the silver dollar to him and said, "This is the highest price. No one can pay a higher price here. If you can't find a higher price, come back to me."

Takasaki stood up and went to the shop behind the street stall. Two silver dollars were exchanged for two hundred yuan.

In this kind of antique market in a small town, silver dollars could be exchanged for this price. Few people know how to look at the year of silver dollars, and they don’t care about the other characteristics. No matter how high the price is, they won’t even want it in the store.

Takasaki needs money, and he doesn't care about that.

In the days that he came back from get off work, he would go to the antique market for a walk, sell a few silver dollars, and then go back to the small yard where he rented it.
Chapter completed!