51: Chapter 51 Surprise and Regret

Liu Jing's body was now so agile that it was no exaggeration to say her actual combat capabilities would be significantly enhanced.

Furthermore, this change was permanent; as long as Liu Jing didn't slack off, her physical condition would only improve until she naturally aged.

Thinking of this, Han Jingyang felt a twinge of envy.

After getting this chair yesterday, he had lain on it for a long time and tried to actively activate the 'Muscle Stretching and Bone Aligning' skill, but he never succeeded.

Yet Liu Jing had activated it just by lying down, and the effect was remarkably good.

It was quite ridiculous.

Fortunately, Liu Jing was one of his own, so it wasn't as if an outsider had benefited.

Besides, he never intended to sell this lounge chair for money.

Otherwise, it would have been a real loss.

The price difference between items with skills and those without was not just a little bit.

Take this lounge chair, for example; without the skill, it would only sell for about a million.

But with such a skill, he would dare to ask for five million.

In any case, he wasn't short on money now and had the confidence to bargain; besides, this was a monopoly, and it couldn't be bought anywhere else.

Unlike before, when he first obtained this Cheat, he was so desperate for money that he didn't dare ask for high prices.

If he had an item with 'Prolonging Life' in his hands now, he would dare to quote ten million, because that was something that could truly save a life, more reliable than any miracle drug in the world today.

If the buyer were a top billionaire, asking for a hundred or two hundred million wouldn't be out of the question.

The price those top billionaires were willing to pay to live a little longer was far more than just a bit of cash; some would even invest in top biological and pharmaceutical research institutions just to be the first to enjoy the benefits of cutting-edge technology.

Unfortunately, he couldn't reach those kinds of billionaires yet.

Even if he could, there was no way to gain their trust.

To put it bluntly, his status, fame, and strength were all lacking.

He still needed to work hard.

...

After the two had breakfast, they looked at each other in the shop.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

He had sabotaged the Feng Shui of He Dingkun's ancestral grave last night, but he had no idea when it would take effect, let alone how effective it would be.

He wanted to give He Dingkun a couple of hard blows in person, but he didn't know where he could get close to him.

He could only hope that Chen Xiaoming would provide him with more information.

Moreover, it wasn't easy to take action during the day.

Thinking of this, he said to Liu Jing, "Stay in the shop; I'm going out for a stroll."

"Boss, no missions today?"

"None for now; I'm going treasure hunting."

"Okay."

Han Jingyang's goal was clear: the antique shops that were already open.

At this point, he didn't care about the price; as long as he could appraise it, he would find a way to buy it, as he wouldn't lose money anyway.

However, after walking just a few steps, he saw that Sun Fuchang's Fuchang Antique Shop was open.

Fuchang Antique Shop had been given to Sun Fuchang's wife when they divorced; it had been closed for several days, and a 'For Lease' sign had been posted.

Now, not only was it open again, but the 'For Lease' sign was gone.

Was it transferred?

Han Jingyang pushed the door open and entered, only to see Sun Fuchang busy inside. He couldn't help but laugh. "Old Sun, what's going on? Returning to your old flame?"

Seeing it was Han Jingyang, Sun Fuchang's expression was complex. He sighed and explained, "There's no one to take care of it now, and it's a pity to let it sit idle. I'll watch over it for now; if I can transfer it, I will, and if not, I'll keep running it."

Han Jingyang expressed his understanding.

The shop was originally intended for his son, Sun Xiaoliang, to manage; whether it was transferred or continued to operate had nothing to do with Sun Fuchang.

But now that Sun Xiaoliang had been arrested, he would likely be sentenced to at least three years.

With Sun Xiaoliang gone, he couldn't exactly rely on Sun Xiaoliang's elderly mother, could he?

In the end, Sun Fuchang had to step up and clean up this mess.

After all, they had been husband and wife for many years; he couldn't truly ignore her.

But with things like this, did Sun Fuchang still have the heart to find a young wife and start over?

Sun Fuchang sighed. "I'm also very conflicted. I want to transfer it, but antique shops aren't easy to run these days. It won't transfer quickly, or the price won't be satisfactory, but doing it myself is just very..."

Han Jingyang waved his hand. "Don't look at me; I can't give you any advice. Decide for yourself. I came in to scavenge for some good stuff."

"Take your pick. I'll open the safe in a bit; take whatever you like, and I'll give you twenty percent off."

"Okay."

Han Jingyang wasn't modest.

Because there was no need.

He didn't owe Sun Fuchang or his family anything, even though he had personally sent Sun Fuchang's only son to prison.

On the contrary, Sun Fuchang owed him a huge favor.

If not for him, Sun Fuchang might have taken a fall before his son did, and it would have been a much harder fall.

One had to realize that Sun Xiaoliang's fall was minor; Sun Fuchang himself was the pillar. As long as Sun Fuchang was there, they could make a comeback.

But if Sun Fuchang collapsed, could they rely on Sun Xiaoliang?

Furthermore, he had just done one business deal with Sun Fuchang when Sun Fuchang's precious son hired a killer to murder him. Not only did it give him a fright, but it also cost him an item with a skill; he hadn't even calculated that loss yet.

So strictly speaking, Sun Fuchang owed him more than just a little bit.

Consequently, half an hour later, he moved a large pile of antiques from Fuchang Antique Shop—bottles, jars, large and small—including a Purple Clay Teapot made by Yu Guoliang, the very one Sun Fuchang often used to brew tea in the shop.

This large pile of odds and ends finally totaled three and a half million.

That was the discounted price, of course.

This money was very important to Sun Fuchang and could solve his urgent needs.

Although the Old Man didn't say it, it was obvious he had been having a very hard time lately.

Under these circumstances, Han Jingyang felt bad about buying on credit.

Back at the shop, he immediately appraised the Purple Clay Teapot.

"Name: Republic of China Yu Guoliang Lotus Seed Teapot."

"Grade: Rank 5."

"Attribute: Sweet Aftertaste +8."

"Skill: None."

Seeing this attribute, Han Jingyang was happy but couldn't help feeling a bit of regret.

He was happy because the grade of this teapot wasn't low; it was the third Rank 5 item he had acquired, and the attribute was good, adding 8 points directly.

Hui Gan, or Sweet Aftertaste, is a flavor sought after by tea drinkers; it's the sweet taste that slowly emerges after the tea is swallowed. It has a certain delay, hence the name.

Sweet Aftertaste +8 meant that even bitter tea brewed in this pot would taste sweet.

The regret was because there was no skill.

Without a skill, the value of the item would be greatly diminished.

He had been able to make so much money in such a short time entirely because of the skills attached to various items.

Because the effects of skills were real-time and could be said to be immediate.

Attributes, on the other hand, were the opposite—a steady stream, an accumulation over time, a silent nourishment.

In this fast-paced society, items with skills naturally had higher economic value.

However, it was good to keep for personal use.

This thing was not only a tool for showing off but could also greatly improve the quality of life, just like the Comfort +4 lounge chair and Gao Yan's landscape painting; they were most suitable for personal use.

Then, the second item gave Han Jingyang a pure surprise.