6: A beautiful woman was found drunk, but someone drugged her?

The next second.

The white-haired elder turned his head to look at the Middle-aged Drunkard.

"I don't want this bottle anymore."

"Sell it to whoever you want!"

After speaking, he glanced at Chen Yang.

"Hmph! Utterly disgraceful!"

He waved his hand, his face gloomy, and stormed off angrily.

At this moment, the Four-Eyed Manager's eyes darted around, and he enthusiastically approached Chen Yang.

"Young Master, I am the manager of the Ten Thousand Treasures Studio."

"According to my professional assessment, this porcelain vase is a crudely made, low-quality imitation. If you spend 10,000 yuan to buy it, you will definitely be cheated."

"Since you only want a vase anyway, why not come into my small shop? No matter which item you fancy, I will give you a 20% discount."

"What do you say?"

After trying to persuade Chen Yang, he looked back at the Middle-aged Drunkard.

"Your bottle isn't worth that much at all."

"Why not sell it to me? I am willing to add 500 yuan, making the price 2,500 yuan. How about that?"

The Middle-aged Drunkard was getting anxious!

There were three bidders.

The white-haired elder offered 6,000 yuan but was now angered away.

The profligate Second-generation rich heir offered 10,000 yuan, which was the highest price.

If he was also coaxed away, he would have no choice left but to sell it to the cunning Four-Eyed Manager.

Wouldn't that mean... a huge loss?

He quickly grabbed Chen Yang's sleeve, his face beaming like a chrysanthemum.

"Young Master, 10,000 yuan, I am willing to sell it to you. Take it!"

Chen Yang was just about to reach out for it.

The Four-Eyed Manager, standing beside them, grabbed the porcelain vase and refused to let go.

"Young Master, you only want a vase, but I truly love this one. Why don't you let me have it?"

"Don't worry, I will give you any vase in my shop for free."

Next, he looked at the Middle-aged Drunkard.

With a pained expression, he said:

"I really like this bottle. I'll make a huge sacrifice and buy it for 6,000 yuan."

"What do you think?"

Chen Yang was made extremely nervous by the Four-Eyed Manager's actions.

This fellow had shifty eyes and looked like he had a hundred tricks up his sleeve.

Could he have recognized that this was genuine? This was trouble!

Seeing Chen Yang remain silent, the Middle-aged Drunkard's expression kept changing.

Obviously, who wouldn't want something free? Only a fool!

This profligate nouveau riche was likely unreliable.

If he could sell it for 6,000 yuan, that would still be a decent option.

At this moment, none of the three spoke first, weighing the pros and cons.

The atmosphere was incredibly tense.

The most conflicted person was the Four-Eyed Manager.

He was a true expert, especially skilled in blue-and-white porcelain.

He often pretended to be weak to exploit others, making massive profits.

He couldn't quite determine the nature of this bottle.

On the surface, it was indeed a low-quality imitation, with rough workmanship, blurred patterns, and dull colors.

However, its style was proper, its shape full, and it possessed a subtle, ethereal charm.

It didn't seem like an ordinary item.

Originally, he wanted to use a low price to buy an opportunity, aiming for a huge return on a small investment, ensuring he couldn't lose.

Even if he bought incorrectly, he wouldn't lose much.

But now that the price had risen to 6,000 yuan, the risk increased significantly.

If things went wrong, he might actually lose money!

Even losing just 1 yuan was unacceptable.

When had he ever done a losing business deal?

Moreover, he always preferred to use the smallest cost to gain the greatest profit.

This was actually a sickness: stinginess, tightfistedness, a true miser, unwilling to part with a single hair.

He was undoubtedly the most notorious unscrupulous merchant on the entire street.

That's why he was so conflicted!

Chen Yang watched coolly from the side, constantly wondering internally.

Had the Four-Eyed Manager figured out the secret or not?

Judging by his actions, he clearly wanted to buy it—did that mean he had figured it out?

But he was so cheap and reluctant to spend money, what did that mean?

As the saying goes, if you don't risk the bait, you won't catch the fish.

Under such immense temptation, could he still remain calm and try to acquire the treasure at the lowest possible price?

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

Could it be... that he was the true expert?

If that were the case, they would inevitably face intense bidding.

The final price would certainly skyrocket, and how could he possibly snag a bargain then?

After careful consideration, Chen Yang finally made his move.

He continued to put on a profligate act and said impatiently:

"What's the point of fighting over a broken bottle?"

"I regret it. 10,000 yuan is absolutely not worth it!"

"Final offer: 8,000 yuan. Are you selling or not?"

"If not... I'm leaving. I won't waste any more time talking to you."

The Middle-aged Drunkard shivered violently, his face turning pale.

Oh my heavens! Delaying for a few minutes cost him 2,000 yuan.

If he haggled any further, perhaps no one would even want it for 8,000 yuan.

"Sell! I'll sell it for 8,000 yuan!"

The Middle-aged Drunkard was afraid that if he hesitated for another second, Chen Yang would drop the price by another 2,000 yuan or simply leave.

However, his greedy nature still made him look toward the Four-Eyed Manager.

He hoped they could compete and drive the price up.

Chen Yang pretended to be calm and glanced at the Four-Eyed Manager with a hint of provocation.

The meaning was clear: Bid higher! Do you dare?

The Four-Eyed Manager clenched his fists tightly! His knuckles were red.

A minute later, he suddenly resembled a deflated ball and waved his hand helplessly.

"Forget it, I give up!"

6,000 yuan was already his limit.

Adding another 2,000?

The risk was too great; it wasn't worth it.

The Middle-aged Drunkard was slightly disappointed.

Chen Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed he hadn't figured out the secret after all.

But why did he cling to it so persistently?

Chen Yang paid 8,000 yuan, hugged the porcelain vase, and turned to leave.

8,000 yuan, multiplied a hundred times, was 800,000 yuan.

He was rich!

There were shops on the Antique Street that bought antiques, and they had excellent reputations.

However, Chen Yang did not sell it immediately.

Wealth moves the heart.

Although everyone knew that a deal was final once sealed.

But the Middle-aged Drunkard and the Four-Eyed Manager were not reasonable people.

If they discovered the vase had increased in value by 100 times, and came running over to cause trouble, that would be bothersome.

Don't flaunt wealth.

Keeping a low profile was the kingly way!

In fact, Chen Yang's final move to lower the price by 2,000 yuan, securing the vase in one fell swoop, involved many subtle tricks.

It was not that simple.

The two parties involved, the greedy Middle-aged Drunkard and the cunning Four-Eyed Manager, were both calculated against without realizing it.

Dropping the price by 2,000 yuan was a tactic: retreating to advance, and letting the prey loose to better capture it.

It was also a hint: that the item was not worth 10,000 yuan at all, perhaps not even 8,000 yuan.

It certainly wasn't a genuine treasure, thus lowering expectations.

Moreover, it was a display of attitude: that he didn't care about the vase, was just messing around, and there were no hidden schemes involved.

He was simply rich and foolish.

Whoever bought it would lose money.

This was called showing weakness to the enemy, or playing the pig to eat the tiger.

Most importantly, he performed a precise analysis based on the intelligence he possessed.

According to the intelligence, the white-haired elder and the Four-Eyed Manager were originally bidding against each other.

The final result was that the white-haired elder successfully bid 8,000 yuan and secured the porcelain vase.

From this, it could be inferred that 6,000 yuan was the Four-Eyed Manager's absolute bottom line, and 8,000 yuan definitely exceeded his maximum limit.

Offering 8,000 yuan was both a sure bet and more appropriate and scientific than 10,000 yuan.

And it saved money.

All the way home, holding the blue-and-white porcelain vase,

Chen Yang felt delighted yet apprehensive, afraid of breaking it and afraid of it being stolen.

Leaving it in the rented room was certainly unsafe, but he had nowhere else to hide it.

Finally, he hid it under the bed, wrapping it repeatedly in a tattered quilt.

Only after three full layers did he feel slightly relieved.

"Phew..." Safe in his possession.

This huge bargain was finally his!

[Ding!]

[Gained 10 points. Current accumulated points: 40 points.]

[Keep up the good work!]

Awesome!

Making money with one hand and gaining points with the other.

He believed it wouldn't be long before he soared to success, achieved financial freedom, and reached the pinnacle of life.

"Grumble!" His stomach suddenly growled.

Only then did Chen Yang remember that after a full day of activity, he was already starving.

He had earned 260,000 yuan today, and tomorrow, when the blue-and-white porcelain was sold, he would gain several hundred thousand more.

It would definitely be more than enough to treat his father's illness.

Tonight, he needed to properly reward himself.

Let him think, what should he eat?

Roasted lamb chops, grilled oysters, lamb kidneys... plus a dozen beers, and drink until he was satisfied!

...Two hours later.

Chen Yang, full of food and drink, was moonwalking his way back to his rented room.

Passing by the entrance of a bar, he saw a sexy woman.

She rushed out of the door, her steps unsteady and her mind hazy.

Chen Yang stepped aside.

Unexpectedly, the sexy woman seemed to have built-in precision guidance.

With her hair disheveled, she suddenly tumbled into his arms.

Soft jade and warm fragrance filled his embrace.

"Holy hell!"

"What's going on? Is she trying to stage an accident? Or is this a honey trap?"

"I just earned 260,000 yuan... have I already been targeted?"

Chen Yang was startled and was about to push the woman away to quickly extricate himself.

But then he heard a few soft murmurs.

Her voice was gentle and particularly pleasant to the ear.

Huh?

This voice sounded a little familiar?

"Quick... take me away... someone drugged me..."