Ma Liang's Magic Pen Belongs to Me

A very dazzling pen, covered in gold. Chen Xiao felt that this thing must be a street vendor. It was so obvious. How could there be a pen with this color? Isn't this color too rustic? Chen Xiao's face was filled with disgust for this pen. "Huh? This pen doesn't appeal to you?" The old man asked, "What if I tell you that this is Ma Liang's magic pen?" Come on, this man can really fool you. "What, you still don't believe me? Why did I lie to you?" The old man looked at Chen Xiao's increasingly disgusted eyes and became a little anxious. Chen Xiao took a deep breath, wordlessly took out twenty yuan and put it on the table, picked up the big gold pen, turned around and left without looking back. "This is a magic pen, you must take good care of it." The old man's voice came to Chen Xiao's ears.