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

……

"Congratulations!"

Qin Feng's voice was clear and cheerful, with an indescribable lightness. He even took the time to pick up a toothpick from the table, stick a piece of watermelon in it, and put it in his mouth.

Where is there even a trace of the desperate, reckless person he was just moments ago?

Su Linglong stood under the spotlight, her chin, which had been held high with arrogance, frozen in mid-air.

She imagined Qin Feng would weep bitterly, smash the glass in anger, or even rush down to kneel before her and beg her to return the keepsake.

But now?

That guy is eating melon seeds.

They're really enjoying this, the kind that's really juicy and flavorful.

An extremely absurd and ominous premonition crept up Su Linglong's expensive high heels and into her spine.

"Qin Feng, stop playing tricks on me."

Su Linglong suppressed her unease and sneered, "A loss is a loss. What? You can't even handle this little setback? Are you starting to lose your mind?"

"Mental instability?"

Qin Feng chewed on the watermelon, mumbled something indistinctly, and then precisely tossed the watermelon rind into the trash can.

"Smack."

He pressed the megaphone button, and his voice immediately filled the entire venue.

"Miss Su, you've misunderstood. I'm just happy for you. After all, these days, there aren't many truly philanthropic people willing to spend 300 million to buy a piece of junk and worship it."

The audience was silent.

Su Tianxiao sat in the chair, the string of sandalwood beads in his hand already soaked with sweat.

He stared intently at Qin Feng, his old eyes cloudy yet filled with surprise and doubt.

Qin Feng stood up, walked to the glass wall, and looked down at Su Linglong with the same gaze he would give a fat sheep to be slaughtered.

"Now that the deal is done, I'm not going to put on an act anymore."

Qin Feng extended a finger and pointed at the double fish pendant covered by a red cloth on the display stand.

"The Hetian jade from the Qing Dynasty is of good quality, but the workmanship is too rough. If it were intact, it would only be worth 800,000 yuan at Panjiayuan Market. Considering that it's a defective piece, it would be discounted even further."

"Something worth at most 500,000." Qin Feng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "You bought it back at a 600-fold premium. Tsk tsk, the remaining 299.5 million, I'll consider it your advance payment for Qingxue's 'medical expenses' and 'compensation for emotional distress'."

Su Linglong's face paled, then she flew into a rage: "Bullshit! You were the one or two hundred million you just shouted about! I only took it because you wanted it! Qin Feng, is this kind of low-level trash talk interesting? This is the token that brought that bastard Su Qingxue home!"

"A token?"

The smile on Qin Feng's face vanished abruptly.

His expression suddenly turned cold, and his eyes sent chills down one's spine.

"Su Linglong, are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending?"

Qin Feng's voice lowered, echoing in the quiet venue, carrying a chilling, eerie feeling.

"Take a close look at the red veins in that jade. You think that's just patina? Is it thousand-year-old blood jade?"

Su Linglong instinctively looked at the close-up on the big screen.

The red silk was eerie, winding like a snake, and was indeed somewhat unsettling.

"That's poison."

Qin Feng's words were astonishing.

"What?" Su Linglong was taken aback.

Qin Feng said coldly, "Qingxue was abducted when she was five years old. Before that, do you have no idea what kind of life she lived in the Su family?"

Su Qingxue, who was huddled in the corner of the sofa, trembled violently upon hearing this. A sealed, dark fragment of memory flashed through her mind—the bitter medicine, the cold basement, and the dark red birthmark that she could never wash away.

"This jade pendant has been worn around her neck since she was a child."

Qin Feng's gaze was like a knife as he dissected the truth, word by word:

"Back then, someone had been slowly poisoning her food. The poison was colorless and odorless, yet it could corrode bones and rot flesh. This jade pendant, worn close to her body, absorbed the toxins from her sweat and blood day and night. Over the years, it had long since become an extremely yin and poisonous weapon!"

"That's why the jade pendant is missing a piece," Qin Feng sneered. "It was shattered by the poison gas!"

"Nonsense!" Su Linglong shrieked, her voice shrill and piercing. "You think you can scare me with a made-up ghost story? Are you a doctor or a Taoist priest? This is an auction; we value authentication certificates!"

"A certificate won't save your life."

Qin Feng completely ignored her hysteria and continued:

"Anyone who comes into contact with this jade for more than three days will inevitably have nightmares, lose hair, and have a darkening of the forehead. If it lasts more than seven days, the poison will attack the heart, causing at best a serious illness, and at worst..."

Qin Feng paused, his gaze sweeping over Su Linglong's delicate face before finally settling on her brow.

"I think Miss Su hasn't been having much luck lately, has she? That dark aura between her eyebrows is almost turning into ink. If she brings this thing home and plays with it day and night..."

Qin Feng shook his head and made a compassionate expression.

Whether we live past next month depends on the whim of the King of Hell.

"you--!"

Su Linglong was so angry that she was trembling all over, and her finger pointing at the second floor was shaking.

But deep down, she was truly panicked.

Because what Qin Feng said sounded so convincing!

Adding to the previous "invisible finish line" cup, Qin Feng's keen eye has already established its authority among the audience.

If he says this stuff is poisonous, then it's probably really poisonous!

Below the stage, the guests began to whisper among themselves, and their envious gazes suddenly turned sour.

"Holy crap... Poison Jade?"

"I knew that red color looked off, like scabs. So it was fetal toxins seeping in?"

"The Su family is too ruthless! Poisoning a five-year-old child?"

"This isn't buying a treasure for 300 million; it's buying a death warrant for us!"

Even more surprisingly, several wealthy businessmen sitting in the front row subtly moved their chairs back, as if the jade pendant might emit radiation, and they were afraid of getting even the slightest bit of it on them.

Su Linglong stood there, not yet holding the jade pendant, but felt as if she were being roasted over a fire.

return the goods?

Tianbao Pavilion has no policy on returns, and if you return something, it means you're admitting you're afraid of Qin Feng, admitting the Su family's judgment is inferior to that of a street vendor, and what about the Su family's reputation?

No refund?

Spending 300 million to buy a "poison gas bomb" to keep as a keepsake?

What if Qin Feng is telling the truth...

She's extremely protective of her life!

"President Tang!"

Su Linglong abruptly turned to look at Tang Ziyun on the stage, gritting her teeth, "Your Tianbao Pavilion is auctioning off contraband! This stuff is poisonous, this deal doesn't count!"

Tang Ziyun stood on the stage with a professional smile on her face.

"Miss Su, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Tang Ziyun calmly adjusted her gloves, her tone indifferent: "After examination by our three chief appraisers, this double fish pendant is undoubtedly made of Hetian jade. As for Mr. Qin's claims of 'evil aura' and 'toxins'..."

She chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eyes. "That falls into the realm of metaphysics. Auction houses only guarantee authenticity, not feng shui. After all, there's no law that says items with strong negative energy can't be traded, right?"

In short, the road was blocked.

Trying to renege on your debt?

No way!