"This book should be a Buddhist scripture from India. Let me remind you, India's cultural heritage is not very high, and there are very few such collections of books in the world. The price is too high."

Lin Xiaolin saw Ye Xiaole's ready-to-move appearance and couldn't help but remind her softly that after working here for so many years, she had already developed a pair of discerning eyes.

It is impossible to buy this Buddhist scripture, as you can tell from the fact that few people visit this stall.

But this stall is really unique. The stall owner is an Indian, and he looks like an Indian monk. The product he sells is an extremely rotten scripture.

The most unique thing is that the price of this bad book makes countless rich people feel pain: one million Chinese coins.

With the establishment of the Huaxia Alliance, the Huaxia currency has naturally increased over the past three hundred years and has become the most expensive currency in the Asian continent. When converted into Indian currency, that is a heart-pounding 10 million!

10 million Indian coins can provide a family of three with food and clothing for a lifetime.

This is just the price of one book.

Of course, there is no shortage of interested people, such as the latest one, Ye Xiaole.

"Do you know how to read these characters?" Ignoring Lin Xiaolin's advice, Ye Xiaole grabbed the scripture and asked, pointing to the characters on the tattered cover.

"This is Sanskrit from ancient India. It has not been used for nearly a thousand years. I only have a little understanding of it." Lin Xiaolin looked at it before shaking her head, pointing her slender index finger at the tattered cover.

"The translation of these two characters should be called Maitreya. The second character is the character in the scriptures. I don't recognize the third character."

Lin Xiaolin suddenly asked curiously, "Do you want to buy it?"

"A bit." Ye Xiaole nodded directly, turned around and looked at the owner of the stall, "Master, I wonder where this scripture comes from?"

"Come where you are supposed to come." The Indian monk's poor Chinese language left Ye Xiaole speechless.

"Where did that come from? I might not be interested if you don't explain it clearly." Ye Xiaole threatened.

Sure enough, the Indian monk could no longer pretend to be 13. His expression changed and he quickly spoke out.

"Actually, I picked it up from an ancient temple."

"Donor, this is definitely a treasure book. That ancient temple is very magnificent. It looks bigger than our Gayara Buddha Temple!" The Indian monk hurriedly boasted about his product.

Ye Xiaole nodded, that's right. This scripture is definitely a treasure. Ye Xiaole just walked by and was attracted by the elemental fluctuations emitted by this book.

As for whether this baby is worth a million, that's a matter of opinion.

"One million is not much. Let's take it down and talk about it later." Thinking to himself, Ye Xiaole took the scripture without putting it back and said directly, "Master, I want this scripture."

"Good." The Indian monk nodded with ecstasy on his face.

Pulling the rope nearby, a uniformed waiter came over soon.

"Miss, help this donor transfer the money, and also cancel my stall." The Indian monk said with a sign of reverence.

"Here, transfer one million." Ye Xiaole took out his bank card. He still knew the rules here. When the price of an item was too high and a transfer was required, Sunshine Auction House, as a third party, accepted this safe transfer task.

Of course, this is not free. Sunshine Auction House needs to charge a service fee. No matter how much the price is, a transfer fee of 10,000 will be charged.

"Wait a moment, you two." Bowing respectfully, the waiter took two cards and left.

Ye Xiaole is not worried that the card will be tampered with. Sunshine is in the credit business, so no one dares to mess with it.

"You are so rich that you can spend a million to buy a bad book." Lin Xiaolin smiled, which was a bit ironic. She did not think that Ye Xiaole was taken advantage of in this transaction and was completely deceived.

One million.

But she is a customer, so all she can do is remind her, not stop her.

"I'm afraid this Ye Xiaole is not as simple as it seems. Can a rural person easily come up with one million?"

"Beauty, what are you thinking about?" Ye Xiaole raised his hand, waking up the sluggish Lin Xiaolin.

"Oh, it's nothing." Lin Xiaolin resumed her smile.
Chapter completed!