The elderly man was over sixty years old, his hair was gray, but he was in good spirits. His stall was set up next to his son's store, not taking up anyone else's space. He had a small table with copper coins and antique jewelry on it. The old man sat behind the table, chatting with people when they came by. When there were no customers, he would occasionally take out his long pipe and take a few puffs. Basically, there weren't many chances to chat, and most of the time he was alone in silence.,He just complained, he wouldn't give a ten-dollar cigarette money, let alone a single penny, because the shop hadn't opened yet today and he didn't want to give it away for free, so he took it.,The two continued to discuss how much silver Lord Li's newly acquired goods were worth, enjoying their conversation immensely. Just then, a cool female voice came from somewhere: "You don't even have one hundred yuan on you, what kind of antiques are you buying It's embarrassing."。