After the two exchanged glances, Heather said to the stall owner, “I don’t like free gifts.”
The stall owner seemed to have expected that she would respond in this way and he countered, “Oh dear! I know I look like a con man when I give away the cross necklace like that.”
Never did they expect that the stall owner would be so straightforward as he started muttering to himself. Surprised, Heather and Matthias looked at each other, thinking that this stall owner was interesting.
“Actually, this necklace is related to you. It’s not an ordinary cross necklace. It has a long history behind it.” The stall owner was really talkative and he had been talking nonstop even though Heather and Matthias did not respond to him.
Feeling bored, Heather replied, “How long is the history?” She glanced at the cross necklace. How could she know when she was not an expert in this field?
“That’s a good question. Look at this cross necklace.” The owner picked up the necklace as he spoke before he handed it to Heather.
“Okay,” Heather reluctantly responded, not knowing what he meant.
“The darker the wood is, the older it is. The darkening of the wood is due to its reaction with the air,” he explained to her.
Standing off to the side, Matthias listened to their conversation quietly. He believed that ordinary people couldn’t deceive him and Heather, but since she was interested in staying and listening to the stall owner’s nonsense, he might as well keep her company and see what the stall owner had up his sleeve.
“So how many years has it been?” Heather felt that he wasn’t answering her question at all. If it wasn’t for her good mood today, she would have already left by now.
“It’s been more than 30 years. I made this myself when I was young. Although its workmanship is a little rough, it’s really a precious item,” he said in a nostalgic tone as he touched the necklace.
Somehow, Heather had a feeling that the stall owner was someone with an interesting life experience. Thinking about it for a moment, she asked, “You made all these by yourself?”
Nodding, he flashed a prideful smile. “I used to treat them like treasures back then.”
“If they are your treasures, why are you selling them now?” Not to mention that he is giving it to me for free. Of course, Heather didn’t say this last part out loud.
Hearing her words, the stall owner smiled, looking like a mischievous child. “I’m old and my children don’t like these things. I might as well set up a stall and see if these treasures of mine will meet its destined new owner.”
With her eyes widened, Heather looked at him in disbelief. “Sorry, but you look like you’re still in your forties.” At most, the stall owner should be in his fifties; he didn’t seem to be at the age of retirement yet.
Upon hearing that, the man laughed. “Your words make me happy! Actually, I’m already in my sixties.”
Heather shook her head as she murmured, “Interesting. There’s a saying that goes, ‘seeing is believing.’ It seems that eyes do lie too.” The old man looked way too energetic and lively for sixty years old. In fact, he actually looked young.
“Miss, you’re indeed interesting! Looks like I have to give this necklace to you.” The stall owner took down the necklace and insisted on giving it to her.
Although Heather liked this necklace a lot, she would not accept gifts from strangers. Instantly, Matthias seemed to notice her hesitation so the very next second, he took out all the cash he had.
He rarely carried cash around when he went out, so he had only two or three thousand with him right now.
“Sir, your cross necklace looks great but my girlfriend will not easily accept free gifts from others. It ‘ll only be appropriate for me to buy it from you and give it to her.”
At this time, Heather was still thinking about the cross necklace, so she didn’t pay much attention to Matthias’ words. Seeing that Heather did not deny it, Matthias was delighted as if he was on cloud nine.
Looking at the other man, the stall owner finally accepted the cash as he said, “It’s rare to come across people like you all these days. Indeed, I made the right choice.”
Matthias could tell from his eyes that the stall owner was not a greedy person. It seemed that they had really met an interesting person.
“Thank you for your understanding.” Matthias politely said to the stall owner.
This way, Heather could get what she wanted without accepting it as a free gift from the owner. Satisfied, she smiled brightly at Matthias.
Suddenly, she had the urge to praise him for his wit and they looked into each others’ eyes affectionately.
Meanwhile, the stall owner continued talking, “It’s great to be young. Should we be friends on Messenger?” He took out his mobile phone as he spoke.
There were only a few people on Heather’s Messenger list. She didn’t even have her business partners’ contacts, so how could she add a stranger that she had just met a moment ago?
Noticing her hesitation, Matthias took out his cell phone and asked, “Can I add you, sir?” Once again, he had resolved the awkwardness. After all, the other party was a man in his sixties, so Matthias should at least show some of his respect.
Hearing Matthias’ words, the stall owner shook his head. “No. I’m only making friends with the new owner of my cross necklace.” Never did Matthias expect that he would be so stubborn.
With her eyes slightly narrowed, Heather didn’t know what the old man was thinking. Somehow, she felt that something was not right.
“Why do you want to add me on Messenger?” Holding the cross necklace in her arms, Heather looked like an ancient heroine.
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