“Come on, Gerald. Let’s go. Is there something wrong?” asked Misty, wondering why he was still standing in place.
“…Ah, um, why don’t you guys go on ahead first? I’d like to have a look around on my own!” replied Gerald with a smile before continuing to look at the direction that the old man had left in.
“Well… Fine! But I’ll call you out again when it’s near noon so that we can have lunch together!” said Misty who had also noticed by now that her friends had constantly been giving Gerald the cold shoulder.
After agreeing with the plan, Gerald immediately went after the old man.
The moment he was gone, women from Misty’s group instantly began bad-mouthing him.
“Humph! Why did you have to get acquainted with such a person, Misty? He’s so humiliating to be around with!”
“I know, right? What a loser! It’s hard to even have any fun when he’s around!”
“Yeah! Please don’t bring him along with us for lunch later! I mean, just compare what we’re wearing to what he wore! Since he helped you, surely you wouldn’t want him to feel inferior in front of us, right?”
Hearing that, Misty could only reply in a saddened tone, “That’s quite enough. Though I’ve only been acquainted with him for a short while, allow me to remind you that he’s a nice person! I’ll still call him over for lunch later but please be a little nicer to him later, alright?”
“Fine…” replied the others, forced to agree.
Meanwhile, Gerald finally caught up to the dejected-looking old man who had just set his stall up again in a rather secluded area.
Shaking his head, the old man knew that though the new spot was rather deserted, at the very least, nobody would attempt to ostracize a villager like him here.
Rushing over to the old man’s store, Gerald smiled at him before saying, “Is this the only item you have for sale, sir?”
“Indeed it is. You know, I didn’t really want to come here today… Whether you choose to believe me or not, it was actually the event’s organizer who invited me over! After we talked for a bit, they told me that the iron plaque would sell for a high price so I should definitely attend the event! Yet look at what happened! To think that I was shunned away before I could even set up my store there earlier! Humph! Do you have any cigarettes to spare, young man? If you do, I’m leaving once I’ve had a smoke! I need to cook lunch for my granddaughter anyway!” replied the old man with a sigh.
“I do, indeed! Just to confirm, the event’s organizer invited you over the moment they found out that you owned the plaque, correct?” said Gerald as he looked at the iron plaque while handing the old man a cigarette.
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