Atlas saw the man through upon first glance. 1000 was no more than a number to him. Ronald just gave him a million.
"Wrap it up for me," Atlas said slowly.
"OK!" The man smiled from ear to ear. His eyes squinted so narrowly that they could barely be seen.
Atlas paid the money and took over the Buddha statue. Then he was about to leave.
Just by then, an old man's voice sounded, "Young man, can't you tell that this is just a counterfeit? It won't be worth more than 50 bucks, why are you paying twenty times more?"
Atlas glanced at the old man. His eyes looked wise. He was just asking out of sheer curiosity.
Atlas wouldn't tell him the truth, because he didn't know him.
"It looked pleasing to my eyes, so I bought it."
The old man smiled and shook his head. "It's definitely not a random decision. I've been watching you since you came in. You hadn't looked at anything else before you walked straight up to this Buddha statue and fixed your eyes on it."
"Ordinary people would bargain when they buy things, but you bought it without hesitation. That doesn't seem right. I think this Buddha statue is more than what we think it is."
Atlas was impressed by this old man's keen eyes, but he didn't want to say anything. He smile and said, "See you!"
"Hang on!" The old man called out.
Atlas stopped and looked at the old man with a cold face. He hated being harassed.
The old man suddenly bowed and said, "Please don't be mad at me. I'm Christopher Hamilton, an honorary consultant of the Lanceham Appraisal Center. I could feel how different this Buddha statue is, but I couldn't tell exactly what's special about it. Could you enlighten me about it?"
Upon hearing the old man's name, the owner of the shop exclaimed, "Welcome, master! Sorry for my ignorance!"
"I watch your show a lot and I admire your knowledge. I've benefited a lot from your lectures!"