635 Expert, This is a Real Expert!
The two of them chased each other for a while before continuing to stroll around.
But soon, Ye Feng realized that he was being targeted.
It was probably because the news of him opening the blind box at Lingan Residence had already spread throughout the antique street. Everyone knew that he had just entered with 20,000 yuan and earned 20 million yuan.
Therefore, all the merchants on the street targeted him and gave him special treatment.
For the same item, if someone else asked for the price, it might be 100,000 yuan, but when he went up to ask for the price, the seller would immediately increase the price by 500,000 yuan, or even millions.
This was taking him for a sucker.
After a few times, Ye Feng was extremely disappointed.
Zhuang Xiaojiao covered her mouth and laughed gloatingly. âIf I let you be so high-profile again, youâll get special treatment, right? Serves you right!â
Ye Feng stared at her gloomily. âDo you think I donât want to keep a low profile? Unfortunately, my strength doesnât allow it.â
âSmug.â
Zhuang Xiaojiao pursed her lips in disgust. âWhat do you think we should do now? If everyone stops playing with you, whatâs the point?â
Ye Feng shrugged helplessly: âWhy donât we stop here for today? We will come back tomorrow.â
Zhuang Xiaojiao nodded. She was indeed tired after shopping for so long. She wanted to go back and rest early.
Just as the two of them were about to leave, they suddenly saw a group of people gathered around the corner of the street. It seemed like there was something going on.
âLetâs go over and take a look at that.â
Zhuang Xiaojiao immediately changed her mind and walked over.
Ye Feng shook his head helplessly. He could only follow.
When the two of them approached, they saw a middle-aged man sitting in a stall surrounded by a crowd.
The manâs messy long hair was scattered casually and even covered his entire face, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.
He was wearing a long linen robe with many patches on it, and it was dirty.
Behind the man was a canvas signboard with a few large characters written on it.
âThe family heirloom sword, donât sell to outsiders or laymen. Only sell to fated customers!â
Ye Feng saw these few words and secretly praised.
Not only was the handwriting of the silver hook and iron picture very good, but the content was also very unique.
When others sold things, they only needed to pay enough money.
And this person actually set so many rules and regulations when selling things. He really had quite a personality.
There was a sword in the empty space in front of the man. The sword was deeply embedded in the limestone brick, leaving only the hilt.
At this moment, a young man was asking for a price. âBoss, how much is this sword?â
This person was dressed in branded clothes and had a large pair of aviators on his nose. He spoke carelessly and had an arrogant aura.
Two men in black followed behind him, looking around vigilantly.
From this, it could be seen that this personâs family background was extraordinary. He should be a rich second-generation heir.
When the middle-aged man heard his question, he pointed at the sword in front of him. âPull out the sword first, then weâll talk about the price.â
The rich second-generation heir turned around and glanced at the sword. âDo you know how to do business? Since youâre doing business, canât you just give enough money? I, this young master, like these old things. You can name the price. I wonât bargain.â
The middle-aged man did not seem to hear him. He continued to point at the sword. âPull out the sword first, then weâll talk about the price.â
The rich second-generation heir looked a little unhappy. âYouâre really stubborn. You deserve to die of poverty.â
Although he said that, he still turned around and walked to the sword. âIsnât it just pulling out a sword? Whatâs the big deal?â
After saying that, he deliberately put on a show. He reached out his right hand to grab the hilt of the sword, trying to pull it out.
However, the difficulty of the process was clearly beyond his expectations. His head was red from holding it in, but the sword did not move at all.
âIâll go!â
The rich second-generation heir spat out the chewing gum in his mouth onto the ground, then grabbed the sword hilt with both hands and pulled it out with all his strength.
However, the result was still the same. Not even a millimeter was pulled out.
The crowd immediately started to talk to each other.
âIsnât this sword stabbed too deep? Even a man canât pull it out?â
âHow did it get in? Could it be that he threw a big stone in?â
âThis sword looks like a peerless sword. Itâs on the same level as Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber.â
âHave you read too many novels? Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber? Why donât you talk about the Jingu Staff?â
âCould this person be a stooge? He couldnât even pull it out after spending so much effort? Isnât that too ridiculous?â
âItâs obvious that a rich second-generation heir like him has been hollowed out by alcohol and s*x. What strength can he have?â
The rich second-generation heirâs head turned red from holding it in, but he still could not pull it out. He panted heavily and waved at the two bodyguards behind him.
âYou two come together.â
The two bodyguards immediately walked up and grabbed the sword hilt together. Then, they gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, pulling it out with all their might.
However, what made everyone dumbfounded was that the sword still did not move.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
That rich second-generation heir couldnât pull it out. It could be said that his body was hollowed out by alcohol and s*x.
However, these two bodyguards were as strong as bulls, but they still could not pull them out. This made everyone a little surprised.
The rich second-generation heir had no choice but to walk back. âBoss, donât play with us. I really like this sword. Hurry up and give me a price.â
âPull out the sword first, then talk about the price.â
The middle-aged man was like a recorder as he repeated the previous words.
âYouâ¦â
The rich second-generation heir was speechless. He could not help but curse, âYouâre really a beggar. I donât think anyone will be able to pull it out in their next life. Just wait and see.â
With that, he stood up and walked away.
After he left, there were a few more who went up to draw their swords, but in the end, without exception, they all ended up failing.
Zhuang Xiaojiaoâs interest was immediately piqued, and she pulled Ye Fengâs arm. âLetâs go up and try it too.â
Before Ye Feng could agree, she pulled him in.
The middle-aged man who was half-dead turned sharp when he saw Ye Feng.
Ye Feng also sensed the powerful internal strength that burst out from his body.
Expert, this was a true expert!