The Planar Trading House

When the big shot offered Yan Siqiu a strand of his own hair in exchange for something, she wanted no part of it. What could a strand of hair even do?

The big shot answered with absolute certainty: “A strand of hair is another me. It can save your life.”

Fine, so it was as powerful as Sun Wukong’s magical hairs, which could turn into clones.

Yan Siqiu: “Then what do you want in exchange?”

The big shot: “How about one moment of your genuine affection?”

Yan Siqiu: “No. Absolutely not. I advise you to give up that damned idea.”

The big shot: “Isn’t anything up for trade? This is what I want.”

Yan Siqiu thought: ...

The big shot: “Since you’re not saying anything, I’ll take that as a yes.”

Yan Siqiu: “The terms of the deal have nothing to do with this curator.”

The big shot: “...Then I’ll trade for Yan Siqiu’s sincere affection.”

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Yan Siqiu kicked him right out of the trading hall. Give someone an inch and they’ll take a mile! This young lady makes the rules here. Go to hell!