Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

The short, stout man stood there, stunned. He looked at Hu San, then at the fragments in Chen Mo's hand, his expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Could there really be something hidden in these fragments that I haven't noticed?

But those two pedants just now said that their spiritual energy was exhausted!

The young man in the blue robe and the white-haired old man also frowned, seemingly deep in thought.

They knew Hu San; he was a well-connected middleman in the ghost market, backed by a mysterious big boss.

Is he willing to pay 10,000 silver dollars?

Could this fragment really have special research value?

Even Chen Mo's body stiffened, but countless thoughts raced through his mind in an instant.

To sell or not to sell?

Ten thousand silver dollars is not a small amount for him now; it can solve many resource problems.

But Hu San's appearance and offer were too abrupt and strange.

What did you see?

Or is it simply a gamble, or is there another motive?

The process by which the Moon Essence Treasure Mirror absorbed its inheritance was extremely secretive, and the shattering of the jade slip was also reasonable. He did not believe that the other party could see through the clues.

Chen Mo slowly raised his head, his face still showing that dejected expression, his eyes filled with wariness and doubt.

"Ten thousand dollars? Just for these... fragments?" He deliberately emphasized the word "fragments," his tone full of disbelief.

"That's right! Ten thousand silver dollars! Or materials of equal value will do!"

Hu San patted his chest, his small eyes fixed on his face. "Brother, what do you think? You won't lose out on this deal! You can't get anything else with this pile of fragments, and it'll just attract attention. Why not exchange it for real silver dollars? You can easily buy whatever pills or materials you want then, right?"

All eyes were on Chen Mo, some with envy, some with curiosity, some with suspicion, and others with undisguised greed, like the short, stocky man.

If she really took those ten thousand taels, it would be a windfall!

"Okay, sell!"

Chen Mo raised his head, loosened his hand from his chest, and opened his palm to reveal the few dusty fragments of the jade slip.

"Hehe, that's more like it! A wise person knows when to yield!"

Hu San's smile widened, and he quickly pulled out a bulging wallet from his pocket, deftly counting out ten beautifully printed thousand-yuan silver notes. "These are notes from Huitong Money Exchange. They're redeemable on demand, fair and square! Young man, would you like to count them?"

Chen Mo took the silver note, ran his fingertips along the rough paper and raised texture, and silently put it away after confirming it was correct. At the same time, he handed the fragment in his palm to Hu San.

Hu San took the fragment, immediately took out a soft piece of silk to wrap it, and put it into the inner pocket close to his body, his movements as careful as if he were handling a rare treasure.

This scene made many people around them grimac, further confirming that Hu San was either crazy or obsessed with the fragments.

"Deal made! That was a great deal!"

Hu San carefully collected the fragments, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, and his shrewd smile returned. "By the way, young man, my master is quite knowledgeable about antiques, especially those with a long history. Would you do me the honor of coming with me to meet him? He's in the Ghost Market, not far away."

"The boss loves to befriend young talents like you; perhaps you can offer some guidance and we can discuss other business opportunities."

After these words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent once more.

Hu San's employer?

Who is the mysterious figure behind the ghost market rumors?

He actually wants to meet this young man who had a stroke of good luck but then fell from grace in an instant?

The young men were completely dumbfounded.

They initially felt much better seeing Chen Moyu's jade slip broken, and even felt a bit schadenfreude.

But in the blink of an eye, that pile of junk in their eyes actually sold for ten thousand silver dollars!

Ten thousand silver dollars!

That's enough for these young masters and ladies to squander for quite a while!

Even more outrageous, after selling the fragments, Hu San actually wanted to take him to meet the owner behind the scenes.

Li Jinrong opened his mouth wide, and the expression on his chubby face changed from mockery to astonishment, and then from astonishment to frustration.

He spent a lot of money to buy Yin Stone and found only waste material when he opened it, while others opened a bunch of treasures with cheap stones, and even the fragments could be sold for a sky-high price, and were even noticed by big shots.

Is there no justice left in this world?

The man in the green robe and the old man exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.

They had heard of Hu San's boss; he was one of the most influential figures in the Ghost Market, usually appearing only briefly and rarely seen. Why would he suddenly be interested in a young man selling scraps?

Could it be... that the value of those fragments far exceeded their expectations?

Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine.

Sure enough, the ten thousand silver dollars weren't for nothing.

Is it a blessing or a curse? Have you seen through the clues?

Or is it simply curiosity or recruitment?

He hesitated for a moment, a perfectly measured blend of hesitation and flattery on his face: "This... I was merely lucky, I don't deserve the title of 'hero.' Your esteemed master is too kind, but... I have other important matters to attend to..."

"Hey, young man, no need to be so modest!" Hu San quickly waved his hand, his tone even more enthusiastic. "The master is just up ahead at Tingyu Tower, only a few steps away. Don't worry, it's just a meeting, there's absolutely no ill intent."

"Perhaps it will be of great benefit to your future... well, your prospects?"

His words were loaded with meaning, and his eyes swept over the surrounding men with ill intent, especially the short, stocky men.

Is this an indication that they can offer asylum?

Chen Mo's mind raced.

reject?

The other party is clearly more powerful. In this ghost market, a strong refusal would likely result in an immediate confrontation, and it would also make it seem like I have something to hide.

Should I agree? The future is uncertain, and the outcome is unpredictable.

But right now, he doesn't seem to have a better option.

Since the other side was willing to send Hu San, they have obviously already set their sights on him.

He glanced at Hu San's seemingly enthusiastic but actually unyielding face, then at the group of people eyeing him menacingly, and finally nodded.

"Then I shall respectfully comply. I would be grateful if Mr. Hu could lead the way."

"Sure, sure! This way, please!"

Hu San smiled broadly, turned to the side and gestured for them to proceed, his attitude quite respectful.

Chen Mo followed Hu San toward the more orderly area of ​​the ghost market.

Li Jinrong stared at the two figures as they left, lost in thought for a long time, until Li Zhong pulled him forcefully: "Third Young Master, let's go!"

"Leave? That kid... he..." Li Jinrong was still somewhat unwilling.

"This place is too turbulent; we can't stay any longer! Whether that young man's being invited by the Listening Rain Pavilion is a blessing or a curse remains to be seen, but we can't get involved any longer! Leave the Ghost Market immediately!"

Li Zhong's tone was resolute and left no room for doubt.

Seeing the guards' tense expressions, Li Jinrong said nothing more and was escorted by them towards the exit.

Just before leaving, she couldn't help but look back one last time in the direction where Chen Mo had disappeared, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

The short, stocky men watched helplessly as Chen Mo was taken away by Hu San, stomping their feet in anger, but dared not stop him.

They knew the reputation of Tingyu Tower; it was not a place they could afford to offend.

They could only spit a few times in frustration, muttering curses under their breath, before quickly dispersing to prepare to think of another way.