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

……

As night deepened, the hustle and bustle of Panjiayuan remained undiminished.

As the blond-haired man led the way with great enthusiasm, he lowered his voice and introduced, "Master Qin, this ghost market is not like the stalls outside. There are only three rules: no questions asked about the source, no questions asked about authenticity, and no questions asked for returns or exchanges."

"Even if you buy a 'freshly unearthed' item that still smells of earth, we will not be responsible once you leave that place."

Qin Feng nodded slightly and glanced at the time.

8 PM.

The Ghost Market opens at 10 p.m. every Wednesday and closes at dawn.

And today is Wednesday!

But he wasn't in a hurry.

Because those tails behind them had been following them all the way.

Qin Feng glanced at the bustling crowd behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Zhang Qiang's face, swollen like a pig's head, was particularly conspicuous under the light. He was cowering behind a burly man with pink hair and full-arm tattoos, pointing and gesturing with a sinister look in his eyes.

"That's 'Sang Biao,' the gang leader in the west of the city." Yellow Hair followed Qin Feng's gaze, spat, and said, "I've never gotten along with him, that greedy bastard."

"Greedy?" Qin Feng smirked. "Good for you."

I'm not afraid of you being greedy, I'm just afraid you won't take the bait.

As the two turned a street corner, Qin Feng paused.

Enemy road is narrow.

The chubby stall owner who sold 120,000 yuan worth of Tianhuang stones for 50 yuan during the day is still setting up his stall.

He was hunched over, his beady eyes scanning the passersby warily. It seemed that what happened during the day had really hurt him.

Qin Feng's gaze swept over his stall, finally settling on a porcelain bowl that was almost too brightly colored.

[Item: Modern slip-cast bowl]

[Date: Last Week]

【Process: Chemical painting, low-temperature firing】

Value: 5 yuan

【Feature: Microwave Safe】is printed on the bottom】

Qin Feng had a plan in mind. He lowered his voice and said to Huang Mao, "Watch my performance later. Just keep raising the price as high as possible, but remember, absolutely do not actually hand over your money."

Huang Mao was a quick-witted man. He was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Qin Feng wanted to do.

He unzipped his jacket, revealing a thick wad of red banknotes he had just exchanged at Jubaozhai, and grinned, showing off a set of big yellow teeth: "Alright, Mr. Qin, I'm a professional at acting."

Qin Feng took a deep breath and instantly changed his state.

His previously indifferent eyes became fiery and urgent. He strode to the stall, squatted down, and stared at the pastel bowl.

"Boss!" Qin Feng's voice trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing his excitement, "How do we pay for this bowl?"

The chubby stall owner was dozing off when he heard that familiar voice and jumped up.

Looking up, he saw Qin Feng. Qin Feng's fat face contorted, and he raised his hand to protect the stall: "W-why is it you again?! Come on, come on, I didn't leave anything for you to pick up!"

"No, boss!" Qin Feng stared at the gaudy famille rose bowl, reaching out to touch it but hesitating, looking conflicted. "This bowl... it's a Qianlong famille rose piece. This is an authentic antique, name your price!"

The fat boss's beady eyes darted around.

He may not be an expert in the field, but he understands people.

During the day, this kid recognized Tianhuang at a glance, and now he's acting all sentimental here. Could this broken bowl really be a great treasure?

That's not right!

This bowl is an industrial product he bought for eight yuan; it's not a treasure!

"No, no...wait a minute!" The fat boss's eyes darted around, and he hardened his heart. "If you want to buy, fine, it's 30,000! Not a penny less!"

"Thirty thousand?" Qin Feng looked troubled, gritting his teeth as if he were having a fierce internal struggle.

Just then, an extremely arrogant, hoarse voice interrupted.

"Wait! Our Brother Biao has his eye on this bowl!"

The crowd was violently pushed aside.

Zhang Qiang pointed at Qin Feng, his face trembling: "Qin, you got away with this during the day, and you still want to pick up the scraps at night? Brother Biao, look at his eyes, this is definitely a hidden gem!"

Sang Biao, with his nostrils flared, glanced sideways at Qin Feng: "Kid, you have no right to speak in this place. I'll buy this bowl."

People all swarmed around them at once.

"Hey, isn't that the young man who found the best deal during the day?"

"Is that pink-haired guy Sang Biao? This is getting interesting, he's trying to steal the spot!"

Qin Feng's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up to protect the porcelain bowl: "Everything has its order! I spoke first!"

"First come, first served? Here, money is the rule!" Sang Biao sneered disdainfully.

"You're comparing who has more money, huh?"

Suddenly, the blond-haired guy next to him sprang to attention, slapping a wad of bright red banknotes in the air with a loud crackling sound: "I'll pay fifty thousand for anything Master Qin has his eye on! Cash!"

The bright red banknotes were dazzling.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"Fifty thousand?! Fifty thousand for a broken bowl?"

"You know nothing! This young man gambled away 120,000 with 50 during the day; he has a sharp eye! If he's willing to pay 50,000, this bowl is worth at least 500,000!"

Hearing the surrounding chatter, the portly shopkeeper trembled with excitement, clutching the porcelain bowl to his chest: "Highest bidder wins! Whoever pays the most gets it!"

Qin Feng stared at Sang Biao with red eyes, his gaze like that of a hungry wolf whose meat had been stolen.

This look greatly satisfied Sang Biao's vanity and completely shattered his rationality.

Zhang Qiang, standing to the side, fanned the flames wildly: "Brother Biao! Look how anxious he is! He's really anxious! This is an absolute treasure! Buy it and resell it for hundreds of thousands! You'll be a legend on this street then!"

Greed is the most potent drug in the world.

Looking at the money in Huang Mao's hand, Sang Biao's wickedness grew: "Sixty thousand! I'll pay sixty thousand!"

"Eighty thousand!" Qin Feng practically roared, veins bulging on his neck.

"Ninety thousand!" Sang Biao gritted his teeth.

"One hundred...one hundred and twenty thousand!" Qin Feng trembled as he pulled his phone from his pocket, his voice shaking. "I just earned one hundred and twenty thousand this afternoon, I'm betting it all!"

The audience was silent.

120,000 for a bowl?

Just crazy!

Zhang Qiang was so anxious he stamped his feet, tugging at Sang Biao's sleeve: "Brother Biao! Don't hesitate! That's all he has left. If we beat him, this treasure is ours!"

Sang Biao was also caught up in the atmosphere and his blood was boiling. In addition, he was usually overshadowed by Huang Mao, so his competitive spirit was bursting at the moment.

With a heavy heart, he pulled out his phone: "130,000!!"

The blond-haired man raised his hand again, saying, "Master Qin, I still have 20,000 here..."

"Pah! You yellow-haired lackey!" Sang Biao, his eyes bloodshot, pointed at the yellow-haired man and cursed, "I'll put up 140,500! I'll empty my account! Let's see how you compete!"

140,500.

This is all the wealth that Sang Biao has accumulated over the years by collecting protection money.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng's facial muscles twitched violently, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

The resentment, anger, and despair were portrayed vividly.

at last.

Qin Feng deflated like a punctured balloon, slumping his fist and gritting his teeth as he forced out a sentence: "Fine! You win! It's yours!"

"Hahahaha!" Sang Biao burst into maniacal laughter, snatching the bowl from the fat boss's hand. "Transfer the money! Transfer it now! Nobody can take it from me!"

The chubby boss stared tremblingly at the notification on his phone that the money had arrived, so happy he almost fainted.

140,000!

He didn't earn this much even after setting up a stall in Panjiayuan for a whole year!

Holding the porcelain bowl like it was a golden doll, Sang Biao smugly walked up to Qin Feng and bumped him hard with his shoulder: "Kid, learn from this. Now that's real strength!"

Zhang Qiang, taking advantage of the situation, said, "Qin Feng, are you dumbfounded now? This is your fate! You deserve to be poor your whole life!"

Looking at these two clowns, Qin Feng finally made no attempt to hide the mockery in his eyes.

He elegantly brushed the dust off his cuffs.

"Congratulations, Brother Biao. You bought a 140,000 yuan grouting bowl from Yiwu wholesale. It's a bit expensive, but it's very practical. It's very convenient for heating up soup and rice."

Sang Biao's smile froze: "What do you mean? You can't accept defeat?"

"It's nothing." Qin Feng shrugged and pointed to the bottom of the porcelain bowl that Sang Biao was holding tightly in his arms. "I'm just kindly reminding Brother Biao to remember to check the bottom mark when buying antiques in the future."

"Although Emperor Qianlong was particular about things, microwave ovens probably hadn't been invented yet."

Micro-wave oven?

Sang Biao's mind went blank for a moment, and he quickly turned the bowl over.

In the dim light of the streetlights.

Beneath the glaze, a line of tiny pinyin abbreviations was clearly printed—

*WB_L_SY* (Microwave oven compatible).

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Followed by.

"Pfft—hahahaha!" Someone in the crowd couldn't hold back and burst into deafening laughter.

"What the heck? Microwave ovens work?! Did Emperor Qianlong use a microwave to reheat leftovers?"

"140,000 yuan for a microwave-safe bowl? That's outrageous!"

"This isn't picking up a bargain, it's spilling your brains out!"

With a tremor of his hand, the porcelain bowl, worth 140,000 yuan, crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Just like its value, it is worthless.

He turned his head sharply to look at the fat boss, only to find that the stall was already empty. The fat boss didn't even want that pile of junk anymore; he had slipped away the moment the transfer was completed.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Sang Biao let out a beast-like roar, his eyes bloodshot.

He turned around abruptly and slapped Zhang Qiang hard across the face, who was still in a daze.

"Snapped!"

This slap was even harder than Qin Feng's, knocking out two of Zhang Qiang's teeth.

"You fucking ripped me off?! I'll hold you accountable! Beat him! Beat him to death!"

Sang Biao and his gang of henchmen gave Zhang Qiang a beating.

Zhang Qiang's screams echoed through the night sky, even more horrific than the pig slaughter earlier.

Qin Feng didn't even glance at the farce unfolding over there.

Evil people will be punished by other evil people.

He turned and walked into the depths of the street with the dumbfounded blond-haired man.

Just then, a cold wind blew by.

A few dim red lanterns at the end of the street slowly lit up.

The light was dim and pale red, exuding an eerie aura.

ten o'clock.

The ghost market has opened.