63: Chapter 63 Extortion

Zhao Jian was drunk.

But the two women were even drunker.

He only had a blurred consciousness and was walking unsteadily.

Su Wanyin and the other had long since collapsed on the floor, talking in their sleep.

He managed to haul them into the car, only to be kissed by Su Wanyin in an act of ingratitude.

Unable to ask for their address, he could only take them to a hotel and book a room using Su Wanyin's money.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

When the sky brightened, he sobered up.

"Ahhh! Why are you in my house? What did you do to me!" Zhou Yun, also sobered up, covered herself with the quilt and screamed.

Her voice woke up Su Wanyin, who was pretending to sleep.

"What's going on? Zhao Jian, what did you do to the two of us? You have to take responsibility!"

Take responsibility? Staged collision!

While getting dressed, Zhao Jian said righteously, "I didn't do anything!"

He really didn't.

The clothes were ones Su Wanyin had vomited on last night, so he had to wash them in the hotel's washing machine.

He hadn't even taken off his pants; these women dared to frame an innocent man!

Zhou Yun believed him; she had long noticed that among the three people in the room, only Zhao Jian was disheveled.

If something had really happened, a man couldn't have buttoned her clothes back up.

Because the way they were fastened required her to follow a video step-by-step herself.

But she still cried.

Not for herself, but out of grievance for her Best friend.

A fragrant, gorgeous beauty had gotten herself drunk and delivered herself right to his doorstep.

And this dog of a man didn't even take a bite!

It was truly a waste of her Best friend's sincere feelings.

Su Wanyin, on the other hand, didn't feel sad at all.

Whether it succeeded or not, in her heart, it added points to Zhao Jian.

If it succeeded, it meant he was a real man who cherished old feelings; if it didn't, it meant Zhao Jian was a true gentleman who could resist temptation.

She liked him either way.

Zhao Jian left the hotel; just as he checked out, a light screen unfolded before his eyes.

[Today's Intelligence (White): The Yinyuan Musical Instrument Company at the second-hand market will sell a second-hand guitar today for 1,200 yuan.

The guitar itself is worth about that much.

But this is a guitar used by the famous singer Teacher Xu, and it has its autograph on it. It's worth 30,000 yuan!]

Since there was money to be made, he wasn't in a hurry to go home.

Zhao Jian first had breakfast at a roadside stall before heading to the second-hand market.

He walked along the road.

Strolling as he went.

It was still early, and many stalls hadn't opened yet.

The few shops that were open were just organizing stock and not yet conducting business.

Along the way, Zhao Jian looked at quite a few goods that the stall owners had tossed casually onto their stalls.

When there were buyers, those items were "second-hand but brand new, used by a girl."

Without buyers, they just became objects tossed aside.

He found the Yinyuan Musical Instrument Company.

The shop door was already open.

A girl was wiping the glass door with a rag.

The door didn't become any cleaner because of her wiping.

It was just a routine.

Zhao Jian approached, and the girl stopped her work, very alert.

She was the shop owner.

She both hoped for a customer so she could make some money to ease the burden of rent.

And didn't want a fake customer who only asked questions but didn't buy anything.

Amidst the girl's conflicted gaze, Zhao Jian walked into the instrument shop.

There were many types of instruments inside: accordions, trumpets, erhus.

The most numerous were guitars.

This item was easy to pick up and sold well.

Zhao Jian looked at every single one.

Seeing him looking around here and there, the female shop owner's heart sank.

She couldn't even be bothered to ask about Zhao Jian's needs.

After all, Zhao Jian's current behavior perfectly fit the profile of a customer who was just looking and not buying.

Asking him would be a waste of time.

With no one paying attention to him, Zhao Jian was happy to be relaxed.

He couldn't exactly tell her he was looking for a guitar with Teacher Xu's autograph.

"That guitar is worth 30,000 yuan, sell it to me for 1,200 yuan."

The shop owner wasn't stupid, and he wasn't crazy.

He checked too thoroughly, so he was searching very slowly.

So much so that by the time the female shop owner officially opened for business, Zhao Jian hadn't even finished checking half of them.

He had already noticed her suspicious gaze.

For the sake of 30,000 yuan, he could only pretend not to see it.

At this moment, the female shop owner felt more pressure than Zhao Jian.

She had long noticed that after this rather handsome man came in, he kept dawdling.

Seemingly picking out a guitar.

But what decent person looks over and over again, yet isn't satisfied with a single one?

So she deeply suspected that the other party's target wasn't the guitar.

It was her!

The girl was in a state of chaos.

She suspected Zhao Jian was there to hit on her!

Zhao Jian didn't know the female shop owner's thoughts; he was just patiently searching among the dozen or so guitars.

Finally, he saw Teacher Xu's name!

That's it!

Having had extensive experience in treasure hunting and picking up bargains, he knew he couldn't laugh at this moment.

Stay steady!

He took the guitar down and walked toward the shop owner.

"How much for this one?"

"Ah? Sorry, I... oh, this one?" The female shop owner was still fantasizing in her mind that Zhao Jian was there to confess his feelings.

But she suddenly snapped out of it. He really came to buy a guitar?

"This one is 1,200 yuan." Her voice wasn't loud, and she was a bit coy.

Zhao Jian found it baffling.

Did this guitar have some other use? Why was the female shop owner blushing?

Could it be a token of love given by her ex-boyfriend!

Worried that the girl might change her mind, Zhao Jian didn't haggle. After transferring the money to her, he took the guitar and slipped away.

Once out of the shop door, he breathed a sigh of relief.

30,000 yuan was about to be in his pocket!

However, there was no essential difference between instruments with commemorative value and ordinary instruments; selling them to these second-hand companies wouldn't fetch a high price.

Selling to fans was the only way to make a big profit!

He took a few photos of the guitar, especially the autograph, which he shot very clearly.

He also fabricated a backstory about Teacher Xu, before he became famous, carrying this guitar while drifting around and working hard.

He posted it on a second-hand platform.

Finally free, he could go home.

Stretching, he was just about to hail a taxi.

A text message came through on his phone from the second-hand trading platform.

It was a notification that the guitar had been reserved.

And a message.

Buyer "Big Hui Makes a Fortune": "I want the guitar, will you sell it for 1,500?"

Because he chose in-person local trading, reservations didn't cost money.

Some people, in order to seize the opportunity, would reserve it first. It told latecomers that the item already had a buyer, discouraging those who didn't like to compete.

But abusing the reservation system really annoyed Zhao Jian.

Even if they offered 29,000, he could have debated with them a bit.

1,500? Did they want him to do charity?

Block them, cancel their reservation.

Let the item reappear on the recommendation page.

Soon, he received a second reservation notification.

Looking at the name, it should be the same person.

This time it was "Little Hui Makes a Fortune."

The message was similar, but this time the price offered was 1,400.

Playing psychological tactics now?

But shouldn't you change your name before sending the message!

Zhao Jian blocked them again and simultaneously changed the price to 32,000 yuan.

Perhaps they gave up, or more likely, both of their only accounts were blocked.

That "Big Hui" finally didn't continue reserving it.

However, a new buyer appeared quickly.

Message notification.

Loves Lock Heart: "Big Brother, why didn't you contact me first when you had good stuff? I'll take the guitar, let's meet at our usual spot."

Who's meeting you!

Zhao Jian reflexively wanted to add Zhang Xinxin to the blacklist too.

But thinking of the 30,000 yuan.

Forget it, let her off the hook!

He took a taxi with the guitar to the library.

After getting out of the car, he remembered that he had forgotten to set an agreed time.

He didn't know if that little thing would only come in the afternoon!