I lent my brother 500 yuan, and he offered his wife as collateral.

……

Qin Feng was stunned by Su Qingxue's words.

This little girl has such a cunning side?

Her brilliant assist was absolutely crucial.

Zhang Qiang had some doubts, but after hearing Su Qingxue's words, they were completely dispelled.

Even this woman who is obsessed with money thinks it's too expensive, which means this thing is really valuable, and Qin Feng really wants it!

Then I definitely can't give it to you!

Qin Feng gritted his teeth, as if making a firm decision, and roared with red eyes, "One million! Zhang Qiang, leave some room for maneuver, don't push me!"

"So what if I force you?!"

Zhang Qiang laughed wildly, tears streaming down his face.

He felt like he was the god who controlled Qin Feng's fate at that moment!

"Two million!!"

Zhang Qiang slammed the bank card onto the stall, sending dust flying. "I'll bet two million! All in!!"

"This jar is mine now! Qin Feng, what do you think you can do against me?!"

The audience was silent.

Two million.

I bought a broken pottery jar from a street stall.

This is absolutely the most outrageous transaction since the opening of the West Suburbs Ghost Market.

Qin Feng stood still, maintaining that angry posture.

one second.

two seconds.

suddenly.

The anxiety and anger on his face vanished abruptly.

His expression returned to its indifferent state, his eyes filled with mockery.

Qin Feng loosened his clenched fist, took a step back, and gracefully made a "please" gesture.

"Okay, it's yours."

Qin Feng said casually, "Two million, deal. Boss Zhang is generous, swipe your card."

Zhang Qiang was stunned.

The onlookers were stunned.

Only the one-eyed stall owner reacted the fastest, grabbing the POS machine in a flash:

"Beep! Card swipe successful!"

Hearing the buzzing sound of the receipt being printed, Zhang Qiang's manic energy subsided, and he suddenly felt a chill.

"You...you're not coming back?" Zhang Qiang asked, somewhat bewildered, holding the incredibly heavy earthenware jar.

I don't play with idiots.

Qin Feng shrugged and then bent down.

He picked up the piece of black, rotten wood that had been pressed down by the pottery jar from the stall.

"Boss, would you sell this piece of wood for fifty dollars?"

The stall owner had just made two million and was in such a good mood he could fly. He waved his hand dismissively:

"It's yours! Take it, take it!"

Qin Feng smiled, took out fifty yuan, and slapped it on the stall:

"Payment and goods are exchanged at a clear settlement; that's the rule."

[Ding! Core array material "Millennial Lightning-Struck Jujube Wood Heart" detected.]

[Gained 300 Treasure Points.]

He picked up the wood and gently blew away the surface dust.

"Zhang Qiang, what I've always wanted is this piece of wood." Qin Feng looked at Zhang Qiang with pity in his eyes.

"You're talking nonsense! How much is this piece of junk worth? This is a two-million-dollar treasure of mine!"

Zhang Qiang got anxious. In order to prove that he hadn't lost, he raised the pottery jar high and smashed it on the ground!

*Smack!*

The pottery jar was broken into pieces.

There was no gold or silver jewelry as I had imagined, nor was there a treasure map.

A nauseating stench suddenly filled the air!

In the middle of the fragments was a lump of dark, rotten mud, emitting a foul stench of rotting dead rats and years of urine.

"vomit--"

Several people who were nearby immediately retched and backed away.

"What...what is this?" Zhang Qiang was dumbfounded; the smell made his eyes water.

Uncle Fu, who hadn't spoken until now, stepped forward at the opportune moment, covered his nose, and glanced at the broken pieces on the ground with a look of disgust.

"Ming Dynasty folk kiln coarse pottery, soul bottle."

As a renowned appraiser, Uncle Fu immediately declared: "It's just the bodily fluids that poor families used to hold the corpses after death, or a 'chamber pot' used as burial goods. This thing is extremely yin in nature; nobody would even want it for two hundred yuan."

"Young Master Zhang spent two million to buy a chamber pot for holding corpse oil. I admire his extravagance."

boom--!

The crowd erupted in uproar, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha! Two million for a chamber pot!"

"Is this guy here to do charity work?"

"With this level of intelligence, he's basically done for the antique world."

Zhang Qiang stood frozen in place, his face as white as paper.

Two million.

That was the activity fund that Uncle Gui gave him!

That's money to buy your life!

I bought... a pile of shit?!

Meanwhile, those in the know had already set their sights on the piece of black wood in Qin Feng's hand.

"Wait! That's...lightning-struck wood?!" an old collector exclaimed. "Judging by the grain, it's at least a thousand years old! This is something money can't buy!"

Uncle Fu also took a closer look and gasped, "It is indeed top-grade lightning-struck jujube wood heartwood! Mr. Qin, your eye is amazing! This would fetch at least five million at an auction!"

Five million!

Fifty dollars to win five million!

Zhang Qiang, on the other hand, bought a pile of shit for two million!

This contrast is both positive and negative; it's like killing someone by attacking their spirit!

"No...no way! This is my money! Give me my money back!!"

Zhang Qiang broke down. His eyes were bloodshot, and he lunged at the one-eyed stall owner like a madman: "You've all conspired to rip me off! I'm not buying it! Give me my money back!!"

"The rules of the ghost market are: once a move is made, there's no going back!"

The one-eyed stall owner had anticipated this move, kicking Zhang Qiang in the stomach while yelling, "Someone's causing trouble!"

Whoosh!

Several burly men in black, responsible for maintaining order, surrounded Zhang Qiang and began to beat him severely with rubber batons.

"Ah—! Don't hit my face! I have money... I have no money left!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Su Qingxue stood beside Qin Feng, watching the man who had once oppressed her like a nightmare now being trampled in the mud like a dead dog, begging for mercy.

Hearing the sound of sticks, the last bit of fear in her heart disappeared.

It turns out that even bad people are afraid of being hit and afraid of pain.

Qin Feng walked forward expressionlessly.

When the thugs saw Qin Feng, they instinctively stopped and stepped aside—they couldn't afford to offend someone even Uncle Fu treated with such respect.

Qin Feng stomped on Zhang Qiang's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, to shut him up.

"Ugh... ugh..." Zhang Qiang looked at Qin Feng in horror.

Qin Feng squatted down, ignoring Zhang Qiang's pleas for mercy, and directly reached into the inside pocket of Zhang Qiang's tattered suit.

He pulled out a peculiar black satellite phone and a small black medicine bottle with a skull on it.

[System notification: The highly toxic substance "Heartbreak Powder" has been detected.]

[Related Character: Uncle Gui (from the Su family)]

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes and opened the call log of the satellite phone.

The last call came just two hours earlier from someone whose contact name was "Ghost".

Everything is clear now.

This idiot took the two million given to him by Uncle Ghost, which he was supposed to use to buy information or set up venues, but he ended up giving it all away to the stall owner when he passed by the Ghost Market and wanted to show off.

"So that's how it is."

Qin Feng patted Zhang Qiang's face, his voice so low only the two of them could hear: "The money was given to you by Uncle Gui, right? To send you to cause trouble, or to poison me?"

Zhang Qiang's pupils contracted sharply, and he shook his head frantically, "I don't know... I don't know anything..."

"You really are an idiot, you don't even know what you're doing."

Qin Feng stood up and put the small bottle full of deadly poison into his pocket.

"Keep your life. Uncle Gui will treat you well for the two million deficit."