Qin Yi was speechless, but stubbornly said, "Uncle, this stick may really be a valuable artifact, worth a fortune."
The homeless uncle looked at Qin Yi with a mischievous glint in his eyes, it was unclear whether he believed it or not.
"Young man, what you call a fortune is only worth two bottles of wine to me."
Qin Yi looked at him in confusion.
"To me, this thing is just a doorstop, and you said it yourself that it's useless to me except for that, so in my eyes, it's only worth two bottles of wine."
Qin Yi seemed to understand, but also seemed not to.
"Young man, everyone has different pursuits. What you deem priceless is measured by money, but a grand mansion or a wealth of money is just a burden to me, your uncle. Two bottles of wine make me happier. Besides, if this truly is a treasure, keeping it would eventually bring me disaster."
"Alright, two bottles of wine, and you can take the stick."